His thumb circled the head of my cock, spreading the pre-cum that had gathered there, making each stroke slicker and more intense. The ring at the base of my shaft made everything more sensitive, more urgent. I’d never been this hard in my life.
“Please, sir,” I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for.
“What do you need, pup?” His voice was steady, controlled, even as his hand continued its maddening pace. “Tell me.”
“I need to cum,” I whined, my hips bucking into his grip. “Please let me cum, sir.”
He kissed my neck, a soft press of lips that contrasted with the firm strokes of his hand. “Since you asked so nicely.”
His pace increased, his grip tightening just enough to send sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. My thighs trembled as I felt the pressure building, my release so close I could taste it.
“Look at yourself,” Connor commanded, forcing my chin down so I could watch his hand working my cock. “Watch what I’m doing to you. Watch how you fall apart for me.”
The sight of his large hand wrapped around my straining erection, the silver ring gleaming at the base, was almost too much. I felt myself teetering on the edge, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
“Cum for me,” he growled against my ear. “Now.”
It was like a dam breaking. I cried out, my whole body tensing as pleasure crashed through me in waves. Thick ropes of cum shot from my cock, coating Connor’s hand and my stomach as he continued to stroke me through my orgasm. I’d never cum so hard in my life, never felt so completely blissful and lost in sensation.
“That’s it,” Connor praised, his voice warm with approval. “Let it all go, pup.”
I shuddered in his arms, aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me as he slowed his strokes, drawing out every last drop. When I finally collapsed against him, completely spent, he finally released my cock. My entire body felt like jelly, my mind floating in a haze of pleasure and contentment. I’d never experienced anything like this before. Not just the physical release, but the emotional one too.
“You did so well,” Connor murmured, pressing soft kisses to my neck and shoulder. His hands moved behind me, unbuckling the belt around my wrists. “Such a good boy.”
As soon as my hands were free, he gently massaged my wrists, checking for any signs of discomfort. The care in his touch made my heart swell even more than his domination had. This wasn’t just about sex or power for him. He genuinely cared about my wellbeing.
“How do you feel?” he asked, turning me slightly so he could see my face.
“Amazing,” I whispered, my voice still rough from having his cock down my throat. “I’ve never... it’s never been like that before.”
Connor smiled, a soft, genuine expression that reached his eyes. “Get used to it. That’s how it will always be with me.”
He helped me adjust my position until I was curled against his chest, my head tucked under his chin. I felt safe there, protected and valued in a way I’d never experienced withanother person. My body was still humming with pleasure, but it was the emotional contentment that truly overwhelmed me.
“Thank you,” I murmured against his shirt, inhaling his scent—a mix of soap, sweat, and his own spicy scent.
“For what?” His hand stroked slowly up and down my back.
“For seeing me,” I said simply. “The real me. Not just what I pretend to be.”
Connor’s arms tightened around me. “I’ve always seen you, Ryder. Even when you were driving me crazy with your games.”
I laughed softly. “I was pretty obnoxious, wasn’t I?”
“You were,” he agreed, but his tone was fond. “But I understood why. Sometimes it’s easier to be who people expect you to be than to show them who you really are.”
I nodded against his chest, suddenly overwhelmed by how perfectly he understood me. We sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, his hand continuing its soothing pattern on my back. Despite everything—losing my home, confronting my father, this new and intense connection with Connor—I felt strangely at peace.
Chapter 16
Connor
The ride back to McGrath ranch was quiet. I sat in the passenger seat of Ryder’s truck, my hand on his upper thigh as he drove through Hell Creek. Outside the streetlights bathed the town in a nostalgic yellow light. Between the dark, the stars, and the fog rolling down from the mountains, we could’ve slipped back in time without even noticing. All that mattered was Ryder’s warm thigh under my hand and the quickened pace of my own heart.
It was becoming obvious that I was in far deeper than felt safe. I told myself that I wouldn’t get involved with Ryder at all, but clearly that wasn’t a promise I’d been able to keep to myself. At first, I thought Ryder would just give up. A month of solitude was a lot to ask of an impatient pup who was used to getting his own way. But he surprised me. Then everything with his father happened and now I was riding in his truck, my hand on his thigh, and my cum in his belly.
And the worst part was, I didn’t even care. I was scared, yes, but not regretful. I wanted to be with Ryder. There was just something about him, something that drew me in. Maybe it was that we were both deeply broken people, or that I felt I could make him happy in some way. I’d always been a fixer when itcame to relationships, something that had gotten me in trouble more than once. But how could I turn him away? He was so cute, and sexy, and…obedient. It made the dom inside me squirm with joy. And that ice wall I’d built around my heart during seven years of prison was melting far faster than anticipated.
