He tosses the towel on the floor and stalks towards me.
“Jay?” I question, and he frowns.
“Nah, I’m Ryder. I’m better looking and stacks funnier.”
I bark out laughing. “I meant, where’s Jay?”
“Sent him to get ready so I could fuck the life out of you before we go out, to thank you for putting everyone up and taking us out. You didn’t have to do that, you know. They would have happily gone home.”
“I know… I just wanted to… do something nice for everyone as a thank you for being so nice to me today.”
“How about I show you how thankful I am?”
“Huh. Just how thankful are you?”
He folds his arms across his chest. “Fuck you like I mean it, bent over, cheeks parted, in dry, slam up to my balls before destroying you till you can’t stand, thankful.”
“Deal.” I groan out, already ready for all that. I turn and slide my cheeks open, and he groans, stepping in behind me.
I take a breath, ready for him to just slam in, when I feel him grab my hip and drop to his knees, licking straight up the back of my balls to my arse before forcinghis tongue in. Thrusting it in and out, he releases a hip and slides his fingers in, and I rock back.
“Fuck.” I groan. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
He spears me with his tongue alternating between that and his fingers before rising and crashing into me. I scream out as he seats himself balls deep inside me.
“Fuck, you know how your screaming for me makes me wild, princess.”
He reaches up and runs his hand down my spine, making me shudder. I push back against him, and he settles his hands back on my hips. He draws back and pulls me towards him as he slams back inside me over and over. I close my eyes and try to keep hold of my cheeks, and I can’t help the dizzy head rush I get from being bent over. The way he makes my skin come alive, and the way every cell of my being loves the way he makes me feel, loves the way my skin itches when I’m not around him. Longing, because then when he does see me, he makes me feel like this, like I’m floating, drunk and in a daze, but mostly euphoric.
He slaps my cheek, making me gasp, before powering into me again. The way he pulls me back as he slams forward has him hitting all the right places, and my eyes dance. My chest pounds before I can figure out what’s happening. Hot jets of cum are shooting out from my dick.I haven’t even touched my dick. What the hell?
“Fuck, Ryder. Fuck.”
He slams back into me a few more times before I feel him cum inside me, and fuck, how did I get so lucky? He pulls me up so our bodies are flush, and he nips and bites at my shoulder. I sag against him, feeling sated and totally loved.
The bang on the door makes us jump from the position we’ve left ourselves in.
“Stop fucking, I’m hungry!” Jay’s voice comes through the door, and I shake my head. We scrub off as quick as we can before letting Jay in while we get dressed.
It’s really nice being out with them all. We’ve only come to the pub down the road, but the food is okay and cheap, really cheap. The atmosphere around them all makes me long to be a part of this forever. I just hope I can be.
Ryder
Chapter 39
I wake the next morning with a hot body in front of me, and I’m nestled between his cheeks. I thrust slightly, unable to help myself. It's where I always end up when we sleep together: him in front and me nestled between his cheeks. I can’t get enough of him; this is my favourite way to wake up. I slide back and forth a few times before he groans and squirms, and I grin against his shoulder.
“Morning, princess.” I nip along his shoulder, and he shudders in my arms. I slide my arm under his waist and my other arm, I slide between his cheeks, and I open him up for me before sliding in so gently that he grinds against me.
I normally fuck him hard, and I love it, but I wanna make love to him. I wanna feel it, all the emotion, the intensity, and I slide in and out of him, holding him against me while he writhes at the difference in the way I’m taking him. I hold his body against mine and slowly fuck into him. “Ryder… Jesus, what the hell.”
I know he feels it, too. There’s a connection, something more than fucking, and my heart swells. I whisper into his ear, not the usual dirty talk, though.
“I love you so much, Arch. You feel so good.”
He groans, and I smile and hold him against me.
“I could so easily get lost in the feel of you, Arch. Jesus, I fucking love you.”
