I lift him up, carry him to the bed, and lay him down. I crawl up his body, kissing every twitching inch of him, and I smile as I bite down on his nipple as he bucks under me, mumbling, “Fucker.”
I smile against it as I lick and suck up his chest to his neck. Biting down again, he winces and grumbles as I nip and kiss at his jaw, sliding my tongue across to his lips and licking along them, nipping as I go till his eyes flutter open and stare into my soul.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? You’re literally trying to fuck me to death.”
I grin down at him and smile. “Not yet, but I can if you ask nicely.”
“You should have come with a health warning. I knew you were a heathen the first time I met you.” I barkout a laugh, and he groans. “Don’t. That goes straight to my dick, and I think you killed it.”
“Ahh, poor princess. Let me kiss it better.”
I slide down between his legs and lick up his length as I slide my tongue around him. Taking him in my mouth and groaning as he hits the back of my throat, he reaches down and scrubs his hand into the back of my hair, holding me in place, but I swallow and wink at him. He grumbles. “Fucker.”
I smile around his dick, faint traces of his taste I savour as he grips my hair tighter and his hips thrust up harder. I swallow around his length, but I watch every expression that crosses his face.
“Fuck Ryder,” he groans again. “Your mouth is fucking sinful.”
I nip at the skin and lick my tongue across the slit as I swirl my tongue and pump my hand. He’s gasping and trying to buck now, so I hold him down. Pinning him against the bed as he curses while he cums down my throat, and I suck harder to take every single drop. Once he’s stopped shuddering in my hold, I slide back up his body and kiss him like I might never get the chance again.
I wake up, confused as to where I am, before I realise we’re at Arch’s house. We must have fallen asleep, and I look down at the face of the man I love. I’ve never been so content. I know seeing his parents is going to be tough, but we need to see how it goes first. There’s no way to sugarcoat it. It’s going to be life-changing for him and us. If his dad wants us to split up, I’m taking him with me.
I roll off him, but he grumbles. I roll over, and he pulls himself up on top of me and starts grinding against me.
“I’ve not worn you out yet, then?” I grin at him. “You got another round in you?” He nods.
I toss the covers off and sit up with him, straddling me. I reach around and push into his hole, and he winces but then smiles. “Ahh, princess, are you a secret pain slut?”
He shrugs but grins. I push slowly between his cheeks, and he pumps forward and starts to rotate his hips. I slide in another finger, and he groans.
“Ahh, like that, Ryder, just there.”
I do as he asks for a while before pulling him back towards my dick, lifting him up, and slowly letting him seat himself. He rocks a couple of times and then pushes me back. He rests his hands against my chest and holds me down. I grip his hips, skating over the bruises already forming, but I pull him into me and grind myself into his arse. He starts bucking, and fuck, he’s beautiful.
“Fuck, that’s it, princess, fuck me harder.”
He does. He thrashes around on me before reaching down and pleasuring himself. I take control and start thrusting him backwards and forwards along my dick, and I groan as he starts to scream out my name. I fire my cum into the depths of him, and he fires his across my chest. I gaze into his eyes, but before I can say anything, there’s an order barked from the door, and we both turn, mouths open, to find who I’m assuming is his father catching us like this. Arch is still straddling me, my dick softening inside him, and his limp dick is in his hand with cum on my chest and sliding down over my balls.
“It’s not what it looks like!” Arch panic screams across the room. I mean, it’s clearly exactly what it looks like. I’m still fucking buried in him, and he’s covered in handprints, finger marks, bite marks and small bruises. Dick in hand, having just fired his load over my chest, while mine is seeping out of him and sliding down my balls.
“Get cleaned fucking up!” He turns to walk away. “Dining room, five fucking minutes. Both of you.”
“Father!” Arch yells after him, but he’s already gone.
“Arch, hey, it will be okay. Come on, let’s not keep him waiting.”
We shower quick and throw our clothes on, but Arch hasn’t said a word since his dad walked in.
“Arch,” I whisper as we walk down the hallway. I reach for his hand, but he snatches it away and hugs his arms around himself.
We walk into the dining room, and his dad is sitting at the end of the table. Arch pulls out the chair at the other end. It’s a twelve-seat table, so I’m not sure why Arch sits so far away, but I pull out the chair beside him and rest my hand on his leg. He heaves a sigh of relief but opens his eyes to look at his father’s and sighs.
“Father.”
“No!” his father speaks. Slamming his hand on the table. “Has anyone seen you together?”
Arch shakes his head. His father starts pacing.
“This,” he says, gesturing to us both, “stays behind closed doors!”
