“Fuck, Ryder, Jesus.” My heart’s pounding in my chest, and I’m sure he can feel it through his back, and I grip tighter on his nipple and his dick. I stroke faster till his breath hitches and his jaw clenches. I grind harder, his legs tense, and he stiffens in my hold. I pinch and twist his nipple till he screams out my name while he cums into my hand. I hold him against me while I rut into him and slowly stroke every drop out of him till I cum in my own boxers.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter out.
The only sound in the room is the out-of-control breaths, ragged and spent, and as I nestle in and kiss his neck, I can only imagine how amazing the rest of it is going to be.
Ryder
Chapter 52
I wake up crusty and wrapped in strong arms. As I stretch, he squirms behind me. “If you make it hard, you’re having it.”
“It’s already hard, dickhead. It's stabbing me in the back.”
He moves back and pulls me onto my back so he can climb on top of me. I wrap my arms around him. He starts to grind against me as he leans in and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth.
“Jay,” I pant. “Maybe we should slow things down a little.”
“Gotcha.” He winks and slows down how fast he’s grinding, rotating, and flicking his hips.
“That’s not what I meant. Fuck Jay, you’re driving me nuts.” I slap his arse cheek hard, and he groans.
“Oh fuck, I like that!” He gives me a long, slow grind before biting his lip. “Do it again, babe.”
I slap the other side this time, and he groans this feral, deep growl that pulses in my dick. And he thrusts against me harder.
“Jay.” I gasp. “I’m trying to take things…” His hand dives in the front of my boxers.
“Shit.” He gasps. “You’re so goddamn hard and big, fuck, Ryder. I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to go slower. Fuck, I need you.”
“Jay.” I gasp, but he grips my dick harder, and I buck up against him. “Jay, fuck. I need to slow down. We have to slow down.”
“Why?” He grunts as he drives his dick against my leg.
“Because, Jay… I don’t want to fucking scare you off.”
“Scare me off?” he questions, slowing a little.
“Jay, I’m… aggressive and dominant, and I’m trying to hold back and not throw you on your back, hold you down by your throat and fuck you like I want to. Please don’t make this so hard. I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
“Ryder, if I wanted a gentleman, I wouldn’t be with you!”
“Ouch!”
“Ryder, please, just fucking do something.”
I throw him onto his back and rip off his boxer shorts, tossing the scraps of fabric to the side. I push his legs open, and holding them up with the back of his thighs, I dive down between his cheek and start eating him out. I spit against his hole, and he groans and grinds against my face. I force my tongue inside, letting go of one of his legs. I suck my bowling fingers into my mouth and, holding him down with his leg, I push them both inside. He grunts and bucks against it, and I twist and pull my hand back out, sliding it back in.
“Fuck.” He pants as I finger fuck his arse.
I’ve lost all reserve. I know I should be gentler, but fuck, he’s got me balancing on a knife edge, and I’m barely holding on. I move one leg to the side, and I bringthe other up to my shoulder and press my tip against him.
“You fucking sure about this, Jay?”
“Fuck yeah.” He pants, and I grit my teeth and push in. He relaxes immediately and inhales a sharp breath, and I push straight in. He grunts my name, panting as I bottom out.
“Too much?” I grin down at him. He gives me a feral grin in return.
“Holy shit. Show me what you fucking got.”
