Ryder

Chapter 31

The way he said my name, the break in his voice, does something to me, and as he stutters a breath, then turns and runs out of there, I feel fucking awful. "Ready?" Mouse says, totally oblivious to the inner turmoil this whole interaction has caused.

"Sorry, Mouse. I should really go after him."

"Why?"

"Because it's the right thing to do." I stand and leave.

Taking a deep breath as I push through the door. I can hear him sobbing on the bed, and I feel terrible. I know I shouldn't have agreed to go back with Mouse, but I didn't actually do anything, and we're not together and… "Hey." I step closer. "You okay?"

"What do you care?" He sniffles.

"Hey, don't be like that."

He turns on the bed and pushes up to face me. "Be like what?" he snaps.

"Be all butthurt like a little bitch, Arch. It's not becoming of you."

"Butthurt?" He climbs off the bed. "Little bitch?" He steps closer. "Becoming?" He steps again and pushes me back. I smirk at him, and he pushes me back again. "You're a fucking wanker, you… you're a … you fucking…"

He crashes his lips to mine. It's the smirk; I know it is. I see it in his eyes, it fucking does something to him every time, and he loses his train of thought. He claws at my chest and pushes me back till I drop on the bed. He falls after me, and he groans when he can feel my hard dick against his leg. He grabs my face and kisses me. I don't know where this has all come from, but he's almost feral as he starts to grind against me. He groans as he grinds before I grab his hips, stilling them.

"Easy, tiger." I grin at him and push him off slightly. "Don't try to run before you've learnt to walk, okay?"

He flops off me onto his back and throws his arm over his face as his cheeks flush with embarrassment. He goes to slide off the bed, and I reach up, resting my hand on his shoulder. "Where you going?"

His eyes well with tears, and I don't think I've ever felt so bad for another person in my life. He turns to look at me, and he just shakes his head and goes to stand, but I grip him tighter. "I asked you a question, Arch."

"Don't, okay? I get it."

"You get fucking nothing. What you're asking is a big fucking deal, Arch. Have you ever even thought you liked guys before?"

"I don't fucking like guys," he snaps. "I like you. just you." He tries to leave again, but I just grip him tighter.

"Hey, talk to me."

"I don't wanna talk, Ryder."

"Ahh, I see, you just wanna fuck. Good time guy Ryder, fuck anything that moves, yeah?" I nod. "Okay, I'll fuck ya. Get it out the way, then you can decide you're straight and fuck off back to fucking all the dirty little track bunnies."

I stand and start ripping my clothes off. I reach into my pocket. I take out a few condoms and toss them on the bed before stripping off the rest of the way. "You want me to fuck you? That I can do, but I'm not fucking gentle, Arch. I will fucking destroy you."

He turns and starts to take his clothes off. He swallows as I step towards him. He looks unsure. He's second-guessing himself now. I'm so much bigger than him, taller, wider. Then he looks down, and his throat bobs again, and his eyes widen slightly. He takes a deep breath, and I step closer so our dicks brush against each other and he leans up to kiss me, but I push him off. "Bed, get on it."

He gulps and lays down. Sliding up, I kneel down between his legs and rip the packet open, sliding the condom on, and he stares straight at my dick, almost like he can't look away.

"This what you want?" I shake my dick a little, and his throat bobs, but he nods. "Open." I tap his legs. "Fucking wider."

He swallows again. He can't take his eyes off my dick as I slide my hand up and down it. He bends his legs, lifting them and spreading them as wide as he can. I slip my fingers into my mouth, and he frowns. I'm using my middle finger and ring finger. I grin.

"Bowling fingers." I smirk, moving them in a stroking motion, then move the two that most would use, and they're not as smooth, not as flexible, and he looks up at me, and I wink.

I suck my fingers again before pushing them against him. He starts to squirm, and I put my hand on his stomach, holding him down. "Relax, princess."

He nods, taking a deep breath, and I push my finger in, and he grits his teeth. "Hey, relax, okay?"

He stutters another breath, and I know he's overthinking it and he looks down, and I follow his gaze to his softening dick. He starts trying to move out from under me.

"Calm down. Forget about your dick, relax."

"That's easy for you to say. You know what everything feels like. Will it hurt?"

"Yeah." I nod but smile. "It will hurt in all the best possible ways."

He frowns and then groans as I catch him off guard and shove my fingers right in. He gasps and writhes against me, but I hold him down.

"Slowly, princess. Don't wanna put you off too soon."

I wink, and he relaxes again. I slowly start to move my fingers. He clenches his hands at his sides like he has no idea what to do with them. He closes his eyes. He gasps and groans as I slide in another finger. He tries to buck his hips, and I slide my tongue up his length. His eyes flick open as I do it again.

"There you are." I grin up at him as I lick again.

I'm still holding him down and fingering his arse, and he's holding his breath as he watches me lick his dick. His dick is resting on the back of my hand that's holding him down, and I flip it over and stroke him. "You ready for me, princess?"

"Yes, please, yes."

I nod, stroke his dick a few times before removing my hand and then my fingers. He groans as I slowly move them out of him, grab my cock and stroke it a couple of times before I bring the head to his arse, and he clenches. "Relax, princess."

He nods, sighs, and relaxes, and I push in slowly. He starts to grit his teeth and gasps. He grips the cover at the side of him tight, clinging on for dear life. He screws his face up and starts to panic. I slide back out. "Princess, princess, look at me." He opens his eyes and relaxes his contorted face. "I can stop."

He shakes his head. "No, I don't want that." He tries to calm his breath, relaxes, and nods, letting me know he's ready. I push in, not messing around or holding back like last time. He screams out as he bucks against the intrusion, his heart pounding in his chest, and his breathing is ragged. But I'm not moving. I've stopped. He opens his eyes again, and I smile down at him.

"Ready, princess?" I ask again, and he nods, biting his lip.

He finally relaxes his hand in the sheets and tentatively reaches up for me, and pulls me closer. My body lays against his, and he sighs at the feel of me against him, the weight of me pushing down on him, but then I flex my hips, and he screams out again. Not in pain this time, but what I think is pleasure. I grind against him, and he groans, and fuck, it feels good, fuck, it feels so fucking good, he's so fucking tight. I slowly fuck into him, and I hope he can see I'm holding back. I hope he actually appreciates it.

I thrust again, and his back arches off the bed, and he cries out again.

"You're a noisy little princess. I might have to shut you up."

He gasps out. His nipples harden, and I bite down on his collarbone, making him yell out again. "But you scream so pretty for me, princess. I like it."

I lean up a little and slam harder into him, this time driving into him with all the force I was holding back, and he screams out again as I chuckle.

"Oh, fuck yeah, princess, I do love the way you scream just for me."

I slam into him harder again, and he roars for me. I lean in and bite down on his neck hard. He screams my name.

"Ah, there it is, princess, music to my fucking ears. Now, hold on tight."

He slides his hands back into the covers as I lean up and start pounding, sliding up and down his body. I slide my body over his, and with every thrust, I trap his dick between us, and he screams my name. He gasps around every twist of my hips, and his eyes roll. He starts to fire hot jets of cum over his own stomach and chest. I groan and pick up the pace, and I relentlessly fuck into him over and over. He screams and writhes as his sensitive dick is pushed and pulled between us. I gasp out at how everything feels on fire, and as I grunt out my release and sag against him, he relaxes and throws his head back, looking sated and wrung out.

"Fuck." His voice sounds wrecked from all the screaming. He pants and tries to bring his breathing back to normal, and as he opens his eyes, I'm grinning down at him.

"I could get used to you screaming my name like that, princess." I move a little, and he groans as my dick is softening. I lean in and kiss him slowly but then wrench my hips back and pop out of him. He groans at the feeling. He sighs, and so I lean in and kiss him again.

When we break apart, I study his face. "How do you feel?"

"I don't think I have the words." He pauses for a second, then looks at me. "I want to do that again."

I flop onto my back and laugh. "You're gonna have to give me about ten minutes." He laughs, and we lie there quietly while we both catch our breaths. I get up, and he startles. "You okay?"

He nods and bites his lip.

"Don't look at me like that." I groan, heading to the bathroom. I need to clear my head because fuck knows what the hell just happened, but I feel… I'm not sure. Taken aback? Off guard? Out of kilter, maybe? I need a second to gather myself.