Chapter 16

16

Ryeson

Two Months Later

“ S o, what’s the plan for prom? Do you guys want to get the stretch limo SUV and all ride together, or should we all just drive separate?” Chase asks as he takes his seat at the table.

I swear. This is practically all anyone talks about anymore. I’ll be so fucking glad when prom is over and I don’t have to listen to it. The girls are constantly talking about their dresses and the guys are always talking about the after parties. And of course everyone is wondering who’s going to be crowned prom queen: Cassie or Ruby. Personally, I can’t even believe Cassie’s name made it onto the ballot, and I’m positive Ruby is the shoo-in for the crown.

“Why don’t we plan on getting ready at the hotel and take our pictures there. Then we’ll all have our cars there for the next day.” I swear Baylor is a genius. That plan makes perfect sense. “Our parents can come over for pictures and that way they can get the entire group.”

I hold out my hand to him for a fist bump. “Solid plan. I like it.”

“Me too,” Kyler adds.

“All right, so I’ll schedule the limo to pick us up there,” Chase states, tapping on his phone. “By the way, I’m ordering my corsage. Does anyone else need one?” Everyone declines his offer. Me, I have no use for one. “Ryeson, what about you?” He looks up from his phone. “Have you changed your mind on going stag, because I heard Marissa talking about you in class today. She was saying how hot you are, and how she wants to get freaky with you.” He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, but I swear if one more person asks me who I’m taking or suggests I change my mind about going stag, I’m going to lose my shit.

Girls have been practically throwing themselves at me in hopes that I’ll ask one of them to the dance. If I was interested, I would’ve already asked by now. I wouldn’t be waiting until a week out to do it.

“Hey, Ryeson!”

I turn to the sound of my name and see the Trinity twins standing before me.

“Yo, what’s up?”

“Um…so we were wondering if you wanted to be our date for prom?” They both look at each other and then pass me a seductive smile. I’ve heard the rumors about these two, and that they’re always game for a threesome. A few months ago, I may have been intrigued by the idea, given it a go just for fun, but it’s a hard no for me now. Just as I’m about to turn them down, I get nudged in the side by Kyler. The guys are going to think there’s something wrong with me if I pass up the opportunity.

“Baylor and I already have plans to go together, but there are two of you and two of us.” I look toward Bay. “What do you think, man?” I’m banking on him getting us out of this, but when he opens his mouth, he doesn’t say what I expect.

“Don’t let me stand in your way. If you want to go with them, I’ll just make other plans.”

He was supposed to be my out. He knows how I feel about high school girls. Besides, I’m good with what he and I have going on. I’m not interested in changing things. Or going to prom with these girls. They aren’t even my type. Although, if I look at both of them, they’re exactly my type. Tall, stacked, blonde hair, blue eyes, some killer tits. But my dick isn’t even tempted by the idea of being the middle of their sexy twin sandwich.

I look toward Baylor who’s now focused on his phone. “Thanks for asking, ladies. But I’m not going to bail on my plans. I’m sure there are a ton of other guys who would love the honor of being your date.”

They turn to leave, the girls not looking too happy with the rejection. My friends aren’t either. I’m getting elbowed in the side by Kyler. “Dude, what the hell are you thinking? You had a chance with the twins.”

“Seriously, man!” Chase shakes his head. “Are you feeling all right?” He’s looking at me like I’m crazy. Maybe I am. Months ago, I would’ve been vying for a threesome with the two beautiful girls, but the only one I want to be with now is the guy who practically offered me up to the girls on a platter. What the fuck?

“Dude.” I smack Baylor in the arm. Then remember we’re surrounded by our friends. “Why didn’t you want to double?” I recover fast.

“Because they asked you. Not me. I wasn’t going to be a charity case. If you want to go with them, you should. And I’ll go over there and ask Astrid to be my date.”

He looks in the girl’s direction and smiles, and I’m about to lose my shit. The fuck? Since when does he have thing for Astrid Carmichael? This is the first time I’m hearing her name. But the way she’s looking at him, with those batting eyes and blushing cheeks, it seems like something’s brewing between them. And now jealousy is building in my gut.

“I’m not interested in the Bobbsey Twins, but by all means, you should go over and ask the girl out. Definitely looks like she’s got the hots for you. And don’t worry about me. I always intended to go stag.”

I intended to go stag before Baylor and I made our arrangement. But since we started fucking around the clock, I had it in my head that I was going to be getting lucky on prom night. Now, it looks like I’m going to be staying home. There’s no way I’m going to the dance to watch Baylor make out with Astrid.

“Yeah,” Chase agrees. “I heard her talking in class about how hot you are, Bay. She told Layla you were flirting with her during your project and that she was hoping you were going to ask her.”

Interesting. Sounds like he’s really into the girl. Well, if he wants things to stop between us, fucking fine. I’ll let him go back to getting those weak-ass blow jobs and let him deal with all the dramatic bullshit. He can suck on all the pussy he wants from now on.

Baylor looks at me, then answers. “I’ve already told Rye I’d be his partner in crime for the night. But I’ll probably ask the girl for a dance.”

Ask the girl for a dance? Why stop there? He should ask her to stay in the hotel with him too. They should get matching outfits and act like a happy little couple. And afterwards, he can fuck her all night.

Jesus. The fact that I can’t see past the raging jealousy is pissing me off. I’m letting it ride my nerves like some pathetic insecure loser. He and I are just fucking around. We have an arrangement. It was never going to turn into more. So, if he’s catching feelings for someone else, I won’t fucking stand in his way. We can call it quits now, and he can go off and fuck whomever he wants.

“I have to go finish an assignment. I’ll catch you guys later.” I shove my tray of food toward the center of the table. “You guys can have at it.”

I storm out of the cafeteria and pull out my phone.

Me : You should ask Astrid to the prom. I’ve changed my mind about the twins.

As soon as I hit send, I want to retract it. I want to know whether he’s truly interested in the girl, but using manipulation is a bitch move. And I am no fucking insecure pussy. I should’ve just asked him point-blank if he likes the girl.

Baylor : I don’t like Astrid, but it’s clear I’m holding you back. Our arrangement is over.

Fuck. This is what I get for letting my emotions take charge. Now, he’s pissed and trying to cut off my supply. I don’t bother with another text because I’m not doing this shit over the phone. I’ll catch up with him when he comes over after school and we’ll hash it out face to face. Take it to the mat if we have to. Only…when I get out to the parking lot, I see he’s already taken off, and I’m guessing he’s not heading to my house.

I bypass the guys and go straight to my truck, tearing out of the parking lot and beelining it straight for Baylor’s house. Thankfully, his truck is the only one parked in his garage. He mentioned his parents going out of town for a few days so that means we’ll have the house to ourselves tonight. I walk right in, nearly tripping over his bag and shoes. I’m about to head to the kitchen to find him but hear wild grunts coming from down the hall along with the clanking of chains. He’s in the gym, and it sounds like he’s punching the shit out of his punching bag.

“Is that my face you’re imagining?” I ask, stepping into the room and crossing my arms as he lays into the bag. He grabs the thing before it swings back on him.

“Who the fuck said you could come in?” He heaves on a ragged breath, the sweat dripping down his neck.

“Since when is it a problem? You walk right into my house anytime you want.”

He starts to strip his gloves off. I guess he’s done taking his anger out on the bag. “What do you want, Ryeson?”

“We need to talk about that text you sent me.”

He tosses his gloves to the ground and uses his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow. I’m drawn to his chiseled abs, each line cut from years of hard training. His body is a masterpiece. Head to toe. And that cock he has between his legs haunts every single one of my thoughts.

“What about it?” He grabs his bottle of water from the bench and chugs it back. I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, and my dick is envious of the liquid running down his throat. I’m hard and horny as hell, but unless I fix this between us, I won’t be getting between those smooth lips of his.

“Thought we agreed that we’d call it quits after graduation. Just trying to figure out why you want to end things now. Pretty sure it was your dick prying my lips open this morning as I woke up.”

His nostrils flare and my eyes go straight to his crotch. The undeniable proof is in the package which is now bulging in the front of his workout shorts. “That was before I realized I was holding you back.”

“You’re not holding me back from jack shit.” I follow him out of the gym. He’s stalking down the hall toward his bedroom, and my eyes are following his ass like a starved wolf. It’s so tight and firm. Can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to bend him over and force my dick inside it. But we’ve drawn the line at hands and mouths. And it’s probably for the best.

“Really?” He stops in his bathroom and turns the shower on. “You seemed awfully disappointed you weren’t going to get to take the twins to the dance. I don’t want to hold you back from having your threesome. Didn’t you say it was on your bucket list?” He strips his shorts right down and his cock springs right up in the air, pointing straight at me. Fuck.

“It no longer appeals.” I lick my lips, salivating for a taste of him. “And neither do those twins.”

He grabs a hold of his dick and begins to stroke, his eyes watching me closely. “Then why did you slap my arm, getting pissed I didn’t agree to be the fourth wheel for prom.”

I step closer, crowding his personal space. My eyes still locked on his dick. “I only said that because the guys were looking at me like I’m crazy for not wanting to be sandwiched by the twins.” I reach inside my pants and give my cock a squeeze as I watch him fist himself nice and slow. He’s intentionally teasing me. Taunting me to beg for a taste. I just might if he keeps it up. “You seemed pretty interested in Astrid. She said you were flirting with her in class.” I grit my teeth as the jealousy rushes through.

“I’ve always been a big flirt, Ryeson, and you know it. Want to tell me why you suddenly have a problem with it?” My grip around my dick is almost to the point of pain. “Are you not going to answer the question?” His brow cocks up in waiting. When I still don’t answer, he shakes his head and steps into his shower.

I don’t want to answer the question. Admitting that I’m jealous as hell is me admitting that what we have is more than just a sexual arrangement. He’ll know my feelings have started to run deeper, and I’m not sure I’m ready to face that truth. Or ready to face the rejection when he reminds me that in two months we’re ending things and going our separate ways. A fact I try not to think about.

He turns and drops his head back under the spray, rinsing his hair as his eyes remain locked on mine, waiting for an answer. I don’t fucking know what to say.

“The only reason I mentioned anything about Astrid was because I was jealous,” he admits. “When you got mad at me for not agreeing to the double date, the feeling nearly knocked me out. I saw Astrid staring at me from out of the corner of my eye, and I used her as a shield so I didn’t have to face my feelings.”

My chest starts to beat rapidly and all my reservations drift away with the steam that’s floating throughout the room. He turns away from me and hangs his head under the spray, and I can’t get my clothes off fast enough. “I know I shouldn’t be jealous,” he sighs. It’s like he can’t look at me as he admits his truth. “It’s not like I have a claim on you. But I don’t want this to stop.”

I step up to his back, taking a steady breath. It was never supposed to be more than just two guys helping each other out. But that line of friendship was crossed from the very first kiss. The world fell out beneath my feet, and I felt like I was floating. My heart was pounding as hard as it is right now. “You do have claim, Baylor.”

His head lifts and he turns to face me, looking at me through the running stream of water. His blue eyes peering right into my soul. My chest constricts, knowing exactly what he sees.

“I want you to fuck me.”

His words nearly take me down on impact. The force of my need crashes in like a freight train. I reach for his hips, yanking him forward. He better be real fucking sure he wants this, because once I take him, everything changes.

“Are you sure you’re ready for what that means?”

“I’m pretty sure I handed in my straight card when I started sucking your dick.” He smirks. Yeah, I think I turned mine over the second time I jerked him off. “I’m ready, Ryes. I don’t care what sexual label people want to give me or what anyone thinks. I want you.”

My fingers grip into his hair and I jerk his head back. “That’s not what I meant.” I lean down, stealing a taste of his wet lips, sucking the water right off his tempting skin. “I want to make sure you’re ready for what this means between us.” I reach my hand around and give his firm ass a squeeze. “It means this is mine.” Once I take his anal cherry, this arrangement becomes binding. “No more girls. No more flirting. And no more making me jealous.”

His hand wraps around my cock, putting me in a choke hold and I nearly spasm right over the edge. “It’s impossible to see a girl past this incredible dick, so there’s nothing for you to be jealous over.” He starts to stroke, and my eyes roll back in my head. “Same goes for you, Rye. No more girls and no fucking twins.”

Yeah, he has nothing to worry about either.

I press my mouth to his, done with the talking. It’s time to feed my starved nerves. His tongue slides right between my lips and the wrestling match begins. It’s like we’re down on the mat each fighting for power. The adrenaline is pumping through my veins. The heat coursing up my spine. It’s never a warm cozy fire burning in the fireplace. It’s always blazing like an incinerator. When my cock starts making its aching protest, I pull back.

Baylor looks up through his heavily weighted eyes. His lips swollen. And his lungs short on breath. “The lube is in my vanity drawer.”

I step out and grab it, smiling when I see the name on the bottle. Anal Heat. It looks like he was preparing for this. “Always one to be prepared,” I tease, showing him the front of the bottle.

“I wanted to see what it was like, but then I chickened out.”

“What do you mean you chickened out?” I squeeze some onto my fingers and hand him the bottle.

“Bought that and a dildo. But couldn’t get myself to use the thing.”

I step in closer, about to lose my mind. The thought of him spread eagle, trying to fuck himself has me near the brink of spewing my load. “I would’ve been pissed to find out I wasn’t the first cock back here.” I glide my fingers down the seam of his ass, getting to my point of entrance. “But once I get you nice and broken in, I want to watch you fuck that plastic cock.” His body shudders as I circle his puckered taint, rubbing the lube around and around, getting it nice and slick. His hands are back on my cock, lubing me up, about to send me over the edge.

I shift back and turn him to face the tile wall. His hands are splayed out and his firm butt is pushed out for the taking. I grip my cock and give it a few strokes as I stare at the sculpted perfection. He may not be able to see a girl past my dick, but I can assure him, it’s this ass that I can’t see past. It’s the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen. I step forward and grip his hips, then pump myself up through the seam, splitting it with every pass, trying not to get too worked up or I’ll get an inch deep inside him and be coming way too soon.

“Shit, Ryes. I need it.”

He doesn’t have to beg; my cock can’t take any more teasing. I press my crown against his puckered entrance and begin to rub until it’s opening up for me. One tease of an inch inside and we’re both groaning loud, the sound reverberating off the tile wall. I push forward a little more, trying to go slow so I don’t hurt him, but it’s hard to restrain myself when his muscles are constricting around my girth and trying to suck me in.

“More, Ryes. Just fucking own me already.”

His impatience drives me forward and I push deeper and deeper, fighting to hold onto my load until I’m at least seated all the way inside. It’s too fucking good. So fucking snug. And I’m barely holding on.

“Jesus, you’re big.” His strained groan has me stopping.

“Is it too much?” It’s going to hurt like hell if I have to pull out, but I don’t want to cause him pain.

“No. Just give me a second to adjust.”

I drop my mouth to his shoulder and start kissing along his skin, all the way up his neck and to his ear. I give his lobe a tug, swiping over it with my tongue. “You’re doing so fucking good, Bay. Taking me like a champ.”

I suck on his neck, wanting to leave my mark. His groan hits my ear, and I suction harder. It seems to set him off because his hips begin to rock back into me, smooth and steady. He’s riding my dick nice and slow, torturing me in the best fucking way. I reach around, grabbing hold of his cock while he takes the reins. As soon as I’m wrapped around his shaft, his weight drops against me.

“I’m about to come, Ryes.”

“So am I,” I heave on a breath feeling the heat already coiling in my gut. My balls are clenching tight. His hips start rocking faster and I pump his cock at the same pace. It’s like the steam is swirling around us, making me blind to everything but the pleasure. When his body suddenly bends forward, his clenched fists hitting the wall, I know his orgasm is hitting him. Mine slams right in as I feel his convulsions tugging at my dick. I piston into him, riding out every shockwave. It’s a blur of heat. A force stronger than nature. My body nearly breaks, and I slump forward, needing him to bear my weight.

The water is now running cool at my back, and it’s helping to calm me down. I feel like I’ve been through the most intense workout. My body is wiped.

“Never imagined it would be like that,” he breathes. “That was so fucking good, Ryes.”

I nod against him, almost too blissed out to talk. “That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had, Bay.”

“I was so fucking afraid it would hurt, or that I’d feel dirty after or weird, or feel like less of a man. But I feel like I could go tear down a building with my own hands right now.”

I chuckle against his back. He can go tear down that building while I go pass the fuck out. He shifts around and I slip out of him, trying to right myself and give him some space. “So, are you going to let me fuck you next?”

I drop my head back under the water, letting the coolness wash over my face. When I clear my eyes, I see his arms crossed, giving me a tense stare down.

“Tell you what…” I grab the soap, lathering up my hand then lathering my cock. “You beat me at Fortnite and I’ll get down on all fours for you, but if I win, you’re straddling my dick and taking me for a ride.”

“How is it that you always make me want to lose in our little wagers.”