He stands up from the couch, kicking his boots off. He strips out of his jeans, boxers, and socks before roughly palming his cock. Ryder is standing completely naked in front of me, ready to do whatever I want. I stand up and follow suit, stripping out of my own clothes. Ryder pulls me close again, wrapping a big fist around both of our cocks. Our hips are moving, fucking our cocks into his fist, the barbells from his piercing rubbing against the undersideof my cock. I remember what they feel like when we were both inside Les’ pussy, but this is different.
He kisses me again before letting my cock go and sitting on the couch. He sits down with one arm on the back of the couch, the other still stroking his thick cock, his legs spread wide. He looks so confident sitting there that it’s hard to believe he’s nervous. The only thing that gives him away is the rapid rising and falling of his chest. I lay down on my side on the couch with Ryder’s cock right in my face. My cock is so hard I couldn’t have laid on my stomach if I had tried.
I wrap a tentative hand around the base of his cock after he moves his hand before stroking it. The piercings look like they hurt really fucking bad, but it looks sexy as hell on Ryder’s thick cock. It also makes me scared of how that will feel sliding inside me. Les says they feel amazing, so I’m going to keep that in mind so I don’t freak the hell out.
I lean forward and lick around the head of his cock. The first taste of the salty precum hits my tongue, and I already know I’ll be addicted to this taste. I make a few passes with my tongue before sucking the head into my mouth, still fisting the base.
“Goddamn,” Ryder groans, and I feel his thighs stiffen underneath my arm.
I start slowly sucking his cock into my mouth, learning what he likes and doesn’t, just like I did with Les. When his hips begin moving fucking my mouth, I know I got it right. One hand of his hands is fisted at his side, and the other is still propped on the back of the couch. I know he’s trying not to scare me, so I reach up and pull his arm down, placing his hand on the back of my head, letting him know it’s okay. I want him to take control of my mouth.
He groans before putting pressure on the back of my head, pushing down on it while pushing his hips up. I moan against his cock and wrap a hand around my own. I’m so turned on I could come right now. He pushes a few times, testing my limits before he starts pushing to the back of my throat. I can’t take him like Les can yet, but I’m going to make this good for him either way. He suddenly pulls my mouth off of him.
I look up, worried. “Did I do something wrong?”
He barks a laugh. “Fuck no. I was about to come.”
Relieved by that answer, I relax. “Isn’t that the point?” I quip.
“If you didn’t get it before, I don’t plan on coming down your throat, Holden,” he says, and the look on his face almost knocks the wind out of me. There is color high in his cheekbones, his eyes are entirely black, and he’s looking at me like I’m his last meal.
He reaches down and grabs his jeans, pulling what he hid before out of the pocket and tossing them back on the floor. It’s exactly what I thought it was…lube. He brandishes it in front of me. “Are you still sure?” I nod. “Words, Holden. I need your words for this.”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
He jerks me up to kiss him again. “Lay back.”
I lay back on the couch with him back between my thighs. “I’m going to get you ready,” he says softly, and I can’t get over how delicate he’s being. He always is with me, but he’s making sure he doesn’t do anything before he tells me.
The couch is huge, easily accommodating both of us even with my legs spread wide open with him between them, but somehow it feels too small. I can feel Ryder everywhere, and he isn’t even touching me yet. He squirts the lube on his fingers, then recaps it, setting it on the floor beside us. He leans back down to kiss me slowly. When he feels me start to relax, I feel his hand slide between my ass cheeks. I feel his slippery fingers slide across my hole and tense up again. He pulls back from the kiss and kisses down my neck. “Relax,” he encourages, still just rubbing his fingers in a circle. I have to unlock each muscle physically, but the longer he rubs, the more I realize it feels good. The moment he feels me relax, the first finger slides inside.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, grabbing onto his broad shoulders. He starts slowly working his finger in and out. I can’t describe the sensation at first, except it feels weird, and I feel hot, his fingers lighting up every nerve ending. If this is just his finger, what would his cock do? I groan at that thought, giving in to the sensations.
“That’s my boy.” Ryder kisses my neck again. “Let me make you feel good.”
I nod, ready for what he’s willing to give. He kisses down mychest, his finger still moving inside me. He sucks my cock into his mouth at the same time that he adds a second finger. I tense up again at the burning sensation of being stretched, and he moves them slowly, letting me adjust while torturing my cock with his hot mouth.
“Oh God,” I pant when he rubs against something inside of me that I can feel in my fucking toes. My legs fall open further, giving him full access. He starts sucking harder on my cock, and I have to pull his head away. “I’m going to come.”
He grins. “We can’t have that yet now, can we?”
Ryder fucking Venchelli is grinning from between my legs, his mouth was just on my cock, and his fingers are buried in my ass. Is this a dream? Did I die and go to heaven?
He kisses back up my chest, laying his forehead on mine again. He starts fucking me harder with his fingers, and I almost lose it. I feel my hips start moving with his hand more than ready.
“Are you ready for my cock?” he asks, kissing my neck again. His breath washing over the wet skin makes me shiver.
“Yes,” I groan, almost ready to start begging.
“I’m bigger than my fingers.”
“I trust you,” I tell him honestly. He pulls back to look into my eyes.
“God, what are you doing to me?” he asks again before taking my mouth in a searing kiss. He pulls back before reaching down with his other hand, grabbing the bottle of lube, and handing it to me. “Lube my cock up,” he says, scooting up on his knees, still finger fucking my ass. I squirt a generous amount on my hand before wrapping it around him. His head falls between his shoulders with a groan when I stroke from base to tip. “What position do you want this in?” he asks.
“I want to see your face,” I tell him. After what happened to me, I need to see his face as a reminder that this is Ryder. Plus, I need to look into his eyes to make sure he likes what he’s about to do.
“I was hoping you would say that,” he groans again.
