I message the kitchen staff and tell them what I want for Saturday. I want this to be special. I want them to see I’m genuine and love Ryder. I want to be able to live a life I plan out for myself.
Ryder
Chapter 41
I finish work early again on Friday and head over to Arch’s house. I’m slightly nervous, and I’ve borrowed Jay’s car again. I know I shouldn’t worry about something so trivial as a car, but I don’t want them to see me rolling up in my van.
As I walk up to the steps, the doors rip open, and Arch throws himself at me, dragging me into the house and to his room. He starts pacing. “Everything okay?”
“They’re not here… but I spoke to one of the staff, and they say they’re due back at 6 p.m. tomorrow, so we have the next twenty-four hours to ourselves.
“Well, let’s make the most of it then.”
I walk up to him and slide his polo-neck t-shirt over his head. I unbuckle his belt and slide his chinos down. We’re polar opposites in the way we dress. He’s all preppy, and I’m more grungy. I push him back till he flops on the bed, and I stand and strip for him. His throat bobs while he watches me, and when I take my dick in my hand, he bites his lip.
“How do you want it first?” I wink at him.
“Fuck… I want… I want to. I want you to bend me over and fuck me dirty.”
“And then what?”
“Then I want to hear that filthy mouth of yours tell me what you’re doing.”
“Fuck, princess.” I stroke my dick more. “Bend over, beautiful.”
He stands up and walks to the sofa, bending over the back of it and spreading his cheeks for me.
“Fuck, you look fucking perfect like that, splayed open, ready for my dick.”
He groans as I stand behind him. “You’re gonna take it all, every fucking inch. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna see fucking stars. You ready, princess?”
“Yeah, fuck me, Ryder, fuck me so hard.”
I bend down and spit at his hole, sliding in a finger.
“Jesus, Ryder. Just do it.” I pull my finger out and push against him. He relaxes instantly for me, and I push slowly in. He’s gasping already, and if he’s gonna keep gripping my cock like that, I might not last. I pull out just as slowly, and he starts to whimper. “Please, Ryder.”
“Beg for it, princess.”
“Please, please. Ryder, please. Faster. I need it harder, please?” He whimpers again, and as I grip his hips. He groans. He knows it’s coming.
“I wanna hear you scream so hard for me. I want to hear my name on your beautiful fucking lips as I take your fucking breath away.”
“Fuck, I want…”
I slam into him. I grip his hips in my large, calloused hands so hard I can see the marks already forming on his pale skin. I pull back out of him as I slap his arse, making him scream against the sofa. I slam back into him.
“I want to mark every inch of your fucking, perfect skin.” I pull back and slap his other cheek. “Fuck. I want to mark you as mine, mine for fucking ever.” I slam backinto him and pile into him so hard that the sofa starts to scrape across the floor.
“Fuck Ryder.” He screams out, and as I slam into him again. It lifts his feet off the floor. “Fuck.” He pants and screams out with every thrust. Every inch of me ploughs into him.
“Fuck, princess, you should see how tight you are. My dick was made for this, for you.”
I pound into him harder as he screams his release down the back of the sofa, but I keep going.
“Fuck, baby, listen, listen to my fucking balls slapping you, fuck, that feels so good, ah, right there.” I slam into him again. “Fuck me, princess. Fuck, that’s gonna make me fucking cum so fucking hard.”
I slam into him again and again. I shoot my cum deep inside him, pinning him against the sofa as he squirms to try and get away from me. I thrust slowly and deeply while I empty into him.
