Arch

Chapter 28

We head down to the breakfast the next morning, and we all eat in silence. It's a busy day today, and it's about to become real that these people aren't my friends and never will be, and if I do a good job, they won't even be my teammates. In an ideal world, I will get this place, and I will be successful. Then, Father will see I am my own person and that I'm successful without the family name. It might have opened the door, but I stepped inside all on my own. And I will hold onto this as long as I can.

We walk into the changing room, and there is a bank of lockers with our equipment and uniforms in. We change and step out to find bikes lined up. They're all identical, apart from the numbers on them, and they match our lockers. I go to grab mine, but John's voice rings outstopping me and he makes us all walk the track first. I hate this bit; it"s boring and pointless. I download all the tracks to my phone and go through them. I know this track. I don't need to walk it.

I rush off and I'm back before anyone. I feel great that I won this one, and I'm standing with my arms folded when the rest get back, but Ryder is nowhere to be seen. I frown and glare over to John, who doesn't seem worried, and I start to pace. Where the fuck is he? He comes into view, and he's taking his goddamn sweet time. I'm frustrated.

"About fucking time," I spit as he walks towards us, and I flick my gaze to John and roll my eyes, thinking he's thinking the same as me, that we have shit to do and things to get on with, but he looks at me with disappointment, and I frown in confusion.

John looks across us all. "Did any of you notice anything about the track?"

We all look at each other and shake our heads, and Ryder looks smug as fuck.

"Ryder?" John asks, and he nods.

Walking forward, he holds his hand out and drops something into John's hand.

"Nice work." He grins.

"Is that them all?" Ryder asks. John looks at his hand and nods, smirking at Ryder as he grins back.

"When we walk the track, it's to memorise the layout, check for dangers, and make sure the track is safe not just for you but for everyone else. Next time, check better."

We mount up and head to the starting line. We all climb on and line up. There's a countdown screen, and when the buzzer goes, we go. Ryder pulls away faster than all of us but hangs out to the right-hand side of the track. One of the guys tries to come up the inside of him but hits a patch of loose shale and skids, taking one of the other bikes out. I brake hard before I dart over and follow Ryder as he pulls away. When he reaches the bend, he dives in tight, flinging his heel out and sliding the bike around the corner before accelerating off again.

I'm trying to keep up, but the bike's slow as fuck, and it's so cumbersome compared to mine. I can't understand how Ryder is going so fast; the bike's so heavy in comparison, and I'm struggling to get it to react how I want. It's like trying to ride a freaking elephant, and I try to dig in harder, but Ryder's larger, more muscular frame is all over it. He's throwing it around like it weighs nothing; it"s literally purring underneath him, and the more I push, the more he pulls away. Only four of us finish, and only Ryder finishes in a decent time. He made it look so easy.

We have a break and line up again. I'm knackered. It's harder, this bike is a piece of shit, and if I had mine, I would be all over it. We set off again, and another one wipes out in the same place as the others, Ryders still riding like he's riding fucking balloons and yet, here we are with concrete bikes. When I pull across the line in second, I'm miles back, and the other guy—Mouse, I think Ryder called him—comes in way behind, but he finishes, so I suppose that three of us out of six isn't great.

We're sent back to the hotel to clean up, and I storm in, pissed as fuck. Ryder's not far behind me. As he walks through the door, I turn on him.

"You had a fucking advantage. You fucking cheated. How the fuck were you so fucking far ahead?"

"It's called fucking stamina, dickhead. You can't fucking rely on the bike to get you where you want to go. You have to learn to take it there. I didn't fucking cheat. Some of us just work hard and have fucking talent."

I shove him in the chest. "You fucked one of them, didn't you?" I shove again. "You fucked your way into the team and onto the best bike."

He shoves me against the wall, sliding his hand to my throat and slamming me back against it. I can't help it, but heat flares. His face is so close to mine.

He smirks at me. "You can't bear it that someone is more talented than you. I work fucking hard. I've never had anything fucking handed to me."

He pushes me back again and turns to walk away. I shove him from behind, and he stumbles forward. He turns to look at me, but I shove him back harder, and his legs hit the bed, and he falls back onto it. I jump onto him and punch him in the mouth. I'm panting and straddling him.

I grip his throat, but it's not as tight as he was holding me. He smirks, and his tongue flicks out and licks the slight speck of blood on his lip. I lose it. I crash my lips to his. I force my tongue between them and groan as he gasps and opens his mouth, letting me in. He kisses me back harder before I feel weightless as he sits up and tosses me onto my back and slides between my legs, diving back down and kissing me harder. He grinds his body against mine, and I'm so lost and breathless, I think I'm about to explode when he nips my lip. I groan. Fuck. I never imagined it would feel like this.

I reach up, clawing at his back and holding him against my body. He rocks against me, and the electricity that fires through my veins… I can't breathe. I can't think. I can't focus, but I give in to him. I claw at his shirt and pull it over his head, breaking the kiss for a split second before I'm on him again. I can't get enough. I can feel the heat from his body, the material of my top chafes over my tight nipples, and I gasp at the multiple sensations. He reaches down and pulls up my t-shirt, and as he slides it over my head, he wraps it tight around my arms, holding them over my head and pinning me down before I can protest. His lips find my nipple, and he sucks it into his mouth and bites down on it, making me yell out. I try to buck free, but it just causes everything to brush against him, making me groan as I can feel his skin slide against mine, the heat of it, the smell of him, it's all too much and not enough, and the words are out of my mouth before I can think straight. "Fuck me, please just fuck me."

But that has the opposite effect as I go to kiss him. He pulls back and then sits up, panting. Blowing out a breath, he shakes his head, stepping away.

"Ryder? Please."

"Arch, have you ever been with a guy before? Ever even kissed a guy?"

I know I flush; I can feel it, but I lean up on my elbows. "Please, Ryder. I just need…"

"Arch, I can't be your first, I can't. It's too much… responsibility."

He turns and walks into the bathroom. I follow him in. I can't walk away from him. I've had a taste of what he could be like and what I could be like. That's the most alive I've felt ever. I push in the bathroom after him, and he's naked, leaning against the wall, head on his arm. I take the rest of my clothes off, and I tentatively step into the shower behind him. I slide my hand up his back and slide my hand around his front.

"Arch, what are you doing?"

"Just let me… please?" I slide my hand around his dick and fuck, it's thick and hot, and I groan as I step closer to his back and press my dick against him. I slide my hand back and forth over his shaft, and I can't think straight. I start to buck against his cheeks, and he growls.

"Be fucking careful, Arch. I don't fucking bottom."

"I don't know what that means." I breathe into his shoulder.

He spins me around so fast I didn't see it coming, and he slams my front against the wall, and I gasp out. "It means I don't get fucked, Arch. If anyone's getting fucked it's gonna be you, so you might wanna think again."

But as he holds me against the wall, I shudder. Fuck, the feeling of his body against my back with his dick pressing into me is making me lose my mind. I can't catch my breath as he nips at my shoulder and slides his dick between my cheeks. I gasp. I bend forward slightly, and he groans. "Arch, I can't do this, I'm not the right guy for this."

"Please, Ryder. It's you. It's only you."

He slides his hand between my cheeks and pushes his finger against my hole, and I buck forward. "Shit." I gasp.

He chuckles. "Arch, I don't think…"

"Please." I shudder, and I relax, feeling dejected and rejected all over again, and he shoves his finger in.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck." I gasp out as he breathes into my neck.

"Arch, breathe, relax, okay?"

I take a deep breath and relax as he pulls back and pushes back in.

"Fuck," I breathe and gasp as he pulls back and slides his finger back in again. My breath stutters, and he starts to push in and out, rubbing at my inside walls, and I can't get over the sensation. It feels so… so…

"Fuck."

He wraps his other hand around my cock, and I buck into his hand. His hands are rough, and it sparks electric pulses straight through my dick. His hand is large and hot, and his fingers wrap over each other, encasing my dick in the most delicious of ways. I slide my hand against the wall to hold me up, and I gasp, my mind reeling at the overwhelming sensations. As I clench around his finger, he then shoves in another one. I gasp and buck again at the sensations.

I clench harder around his fingers and rut into his hand, and he speeds up as I start to thrust harder into his hand and back against his fingers. I groan as I feel my balls pull up and tighten. I start to pant, and I can't help but call out his name. As I cum, I grunt his name again like I'm praying to a god, and maybe I am. I sag. He grabs me around my waist, holding me back against him, and I pant uncontrollably as he slides his fingers out of me. I shudder. I gasp for breath and try and control my racing heart. I turn in his arms and glance to the side, biting my lip. I feel fucking vulnerable. He lifts my chin to look up at him, and he smirks.

"How do you feel?"

"Confused," I admit. Fuck, I liked it, but I feel confused that he just stopped when I came and he didn't fuck me, or… I don't know. It felt like such a lot, but not quite enough.

"In what way?" I look away again, but he tilts my face back. "That was a lot, huh?"

I nod, and he gives me that devastating smile, and I crash my lips to his. I slide my arm around him and grasp his arse pulling him against me as I kiss him.

"Easy, tiger." He grins at me. "Enough fun for one day." I sigh even though I just came, I'm horny as fuck. I think I've opened the floodgates, and I want to go further. I want it all, and I want it all from him, and then I think about that guy he called Mouse.

"Did you fuck, him?" I whisper out.

Glaring down at me, he asks, "Who?"

"The guy you call Mouse."

He smirks at me. "You jealous, princess?"

I swallow at that nickname. Fuck, it makes me want more.

"No," I whisper out, looking away, but I am, I really am.

I'm desperate to have him to myself and for him to be mine, but I can't quite believe I'm here. I can't believe how he made me feel even though he didn't fuck me, but now I wonder if he's done, if he's had his fun, and now I will just be a nickname, so he doesn't have to remember mine.

"Arch?" I look up at him again and give him a tight-lipped smile. "Just take some time to process what you're feeling, okay? It's a lot."

"Ryder?" I just tight-lipped smile again.

He nods and steps out of the room, leaving me to think. I just keep thinking, did he really want to, or did he not fancy me? Would he have fucked me if I'd been with a guy before? I can still feel his fingers inside me, and I love how he made me feel. I've done a lot of stuff with girls, but none of it ever made me feel like he did, and I wonder if he will be willing to go further next time or if there will even be a next time. I hope there will be. I feel like my skin is tingling all over, like I feel alive. Everything. I feel absolutely every-fucking-thing.