Ryder

Chapter 33

When I wake up, it's early. It's still dark, and the slight murmur makes my eyes focus. It takes a minute to realise what I'm feeling, and it's Arch. He grinds back against me; he's in my bed, and he's naked. Then I remember him crawling in after his shower. I squeeze a little tighter, and he grinds his arse against me.

"Trust me, princess, you don't want that with the day we have planned."

"Aw," he grumbles and grinds his arse back into me. I slide my hand further down and rub up and down his dick.

"This what you want?"

"No," he mumbles, and I let go.

"Wait." He grinds his arse. "I can make it work."

I nip his shoulder. "Make it work?" I chuckle. "Maybe I'll just leave you hanging."

I'm kinda liking this side of Arch when he lets his walls down. He's… cute. I slide my hand to his arse, and he grinds against it, but I slap at it.

"No." I chuckle, but I slide my dick between his cheeks and rock back and forth. He groans, so I slide my hand around and grip his cock in my meaty fist and squeeze before pumping. He groans and tries to buck, but I slide my arm under his waist and hold him to me so he can't move. I fuck into his arse cheeks while I pump his dick in my hand, and I lick and suck on his shoulder as I grind against him. He strokes his hand along my arm, and he reaches his other hand up into my hair and grips tighter holding me to his shoulder, and I nip and suck at his neck while he groans and squirms next to me. I grin against him and twist and quicken my pace.

"Ryder." He gasps. "Fuck, Ryder." He starts to gasp and sucks in a breath. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

I can't help but grin against him. I feel his dick start to pulse, and I bite down hard on his shoulder, and he shudders in my hand. A few more pumps against his arse, and I fire my load up his back. As I sag against him, he turns in my arms, wraps his legs around mine and lazily kisses me.

I run my hand up and down his back, smirking as I rub my cum into him. "I know what you're doing." He grins.

"Oh yeah, princess? What's that?"

He laughs. "Rubbing it in."

"Maybe I'm marking you." I nip at his lip before I growl against his mouth. "As mine!"

He grins. "Really?" He looks shy. "You want to…"

I smile at him. "You don't?"

"I do, I really do." He kisses me. "You want to be a…" He screws his face up. "Couple?" he questions, and I laugh.

"How about we just see what happens? No labels."

"What about Mouse?"

"Mouse?" I question confused. I mean, what is he thinking.

"Are we a ‘me and you', or are we a ‘me and you and other guys'?"

"You want to see other guys now I've… broke you in?"

"God, no. I thought you would."

"Okay, so no other guys. Just us."

"Just us," he repeats.

We lay and kiss and lick and stroke at each other till the alarm goes off and we have to move for the day. I send him in the shower alone, or we're never gonna leave the room. I don't normally do relationships, and after Lee, I closed down. But with Arch, we had a rough start, but it feels nice to have this, to actually have… time, don't get me wrong, a quick fuck is fucking great, but this waking up with him in my arms… I like it. I like it more than I thought I would. I like it a lot.

He steps out of the bathroom, and I give him a quick kiss, grope his arse and snatch the towel off him as I walk in. I don't shut the door, and I can feel his eyes on me the whole time. So, I make sure he gets a good show. I know I look good. I fucking work hard enough at it, but I can't argue it feels great to have it appreciated for more than the time it takes for a fuck.

Arch starts to get nervous as we head down for breakfast, so I stop him in the corridor. "Hey, what's going on?"

"I don't know how to do this." He gestures between us. "Ya know, in public." He shakes his head. "I just don't know if I'm ready for people to know when I haven't got my mind around it yet myself."

"So just be your usual… charming self." I laugh.

"Fuck you!" he grumbles.

I nudge him. "Nailed it!"

He flips me off as we walk into the dining room, and I can't help but laugh. I walk straight over to the table and sit down, and Arch goes to grab a drink. Mouse slides in beside me and slides his hand on my leg, and I lock eyes with Arch across the room. He's seething, and as Mouse leans in to whisper in my ear, I see Arch clench his fists, and I think I like my princess a little jealous it looks hot on him. I send him a wink, and he relaxes slightly. I turn my head to Mouse and shake it. "Sorry, Mouse, I'm unavailable right now."

"Later?" he questions.

I shake my head again. "No, sorry. For the foreseeable future."

I push up from the table and stalk towards Arch, and his gaze softens, and he smiles as I walk straight up to him, lean down and whisper into his ear.

"Fuck, princess, jealous is a hot look on you."

I lean over, grab the juice he just poured for himself, and walk back to the table. I sit on the opposite side to Mouse, and Arch slides in beside me a second later with another juice. I don't look at him but slide my hand under the table and grip his leg. He takes a drink of his juice, but dead eyes Mouse, and I have to chuckle internally. He doesn't want to come out yet, but he might as well have cocked his leg and pissed on me for all the subtlety he's showing.

We eat and head out to the track. Some of the other team members join us, and they separate us into two groups. They put me and Arch on separate teams, so we don't see each other all day. I throw myself into the drills they have us doing on the bikes. I love every single second. It's an awesome day, and I love that I get to spend time with some of the guys on the team, and I quiz them every second. I guess I want to breathe everything I can to get into the team, and I need to forge alliances, as that's what these weeks are all about.

When I get back to the room, Arch is nowhere to be found, so I have a quick shower. I decide to run a bath. I know he will need it when he gets back, and I laugh at my thought process. A few minutes later, the door opens, and he storms in, pissed as all hell, and throws himself on the bed.

"Hey, you good?"

"No, that fucking sucked."

"Hey, come here."

He shakes his head, which is buried in the quilt.

"Hey, come have a bath. It will help."

"How the fuck is a bath going to help?" He drops onto his back.

Dropping my towel, I grin at him. "'Cause that's where I'm gonna be!"

I turn and head back into the bathroom. I hear him scurry off the bed and start ripping clothes off as I slide into the bath. He's already coming through the door. I slide in, and he slides in between my legs, facing me. He leans forward and lays on my chest, kissing me slowly. I slide my arms around him and start kneading at his tense muscles; it's a tight squeeze. I have one knee up, and I've had to trail my other leg out of the bath, but we make it work.

"I don't deserve you," he whispers into my mouth as he kisses me, and I smile against him. After a while, the kisses start to heat, and Arch slides his body over mine and back down, groaning. "Princess, there isn't room for that in here."

"Take me to the bedroom, then."

He smirks against me as he stands and climbs out. He walks to the bedroom swaying his freaking hips like a hooker, and I have to laugh as I jump out after him and smack his arse cheek. He turns towards me and gasps. I lean down and fling him over my shoulder, causing a squeal to erupt from him. I spank him again and strut into the room, tossing him on the bed. I dive down on him. I lick up his body. I nip along his pale skin, blotchy red patches marring it from the bath. I like his skin marked, nipping at his nipples as I get up to his mouth. "Open those legs for me, princess. I wanna fuck you through the bed."

He opens his legs for me, and I groan at how needy he is. I freaking love it.

I lean up a little and stroke my dick. "Is this what you want?" I stroke again. "My bare dick in that tight, sweet arse of yours?"

He bites his lip and nods.

"Say it, princess. I wanna fucking hear you say it."

"Ryder," he stutters. "I want you; I want you bare. Fuck me, I want you to fuck me so hard."

I groan and smile at him. Lying on his body, I slide my fingers between us and push into him slowly. He groans but opens his legs wider. I pump a few times before pulling my fingers out, and he groans at the emptiness.

"Needy little princess. I fucking got you, don't worry."

I push my head against his hole, and I feel him relax automatically. Fuck, he's so pliable for me. So responsive. The second my cock head pushes past his muscle, I lean in fast and sure straight up to the balls, and he yells out for me so beautifully.

"Fuck, princess, scream for me."

I pull back out and slam back in again. He screams out and grabs my forearms, squeezing them tight as I stare into his eyes. Pleasure rockets across his features, and he bites down on his lip, trying to stop himself screaming.

"Don't hold back, princess. Let it out, let it all out for me."

I slam into him again. "Ryder."

"That's it, princess. You're taking me so fucking good." I watch myself slam in and out of him. "Fuck, princess, it's like you were fucking made for me. You take my dick so fucking perfect."

He leans up on his elbows, opening his legs wider, and looks down between us. I pull out as far as I dare before slamming back into him.

"Watch it, princess. Watch every fucking inch, watch it disappear inside your tight fucking hole while you clench around me so fucking sweetly."

He does. He looks down and grunts out every thrust when my hips meet his, my balls slap against his arse, and I can't stop watching. It looks so fucking perfect.

"Fuck, princess. Touch your dick. I wanna watch you fuck your own hand."

He doesn't speak. He reaches down and strokes his own dick, and his head drops back. He groans my name, and I look up to his face. I slam into him, watching the sheer look of pleasure, and he looks fucking happy. I think, I did that.

"That's it, princess. Fuck that hand, fuck it so hard."

He bites his lip and furiously fucks his own hand, trying to thrust up into it as I slam into him.

"That's it, just like that, fuck, you're gonna make me cum so hard."

He wanks faster, and as his cum spurts out over his stomach. I pull out and take over with my hand firing my cum across him, too, before dropping down onto him and kissing the fuck out of him, sliding that cum between us.

"Fucking hell." He grunts out after I come up for breath.

"You're such a cum slut, princess." I nip at his lip. "Fuck… I love fucking you." I nip at his lip again. "Fuck, I can't believe it all."

He pants as his gaze bores into mine. "I… I… I don't even understand what the hell is happening. I feel… so fucking much, and it scares the shit out of me."

Cupping his face, I say, "Hey, you're okay." He nods. But looks a little lost.

I drop down to his side. "Hey, talk to me."

Sighing, he rolls over. "What happens when this is over? There's one space, and we can't both get it."

"Hey, we leave that on the track, okay? We fight it out there, we do our best, and let the chips fall where they may, but the minute we're away from the track, it's just you and me. Deal?"

"You think it's that easy?"

"If we make it that easy, yeah. We just have to be there for each other. On the track, we look after ourselves. But when we leave, we return to each other and leave it all there."

"Okay," he whispers out, but he doesn't sound convinced. He looks down and frowns.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Is… gay sex always this… dirty?"

I lean in and kiss him. "Only if you do it fucking right." He laughs, and I don't think I've ever heard him laugh before. I must frown, and he stops.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't think I've ever heard you laugh before, not like that. Not like you really meant it."

He frowns back. "I don't think I ever have." A wave of sadness washes over me that it may not be all sunshine and roses for him.

"What are your family like?"

He shakes his head. "My parents… they have a plan. My father is grooming me to take over the business. My whole life is planned out for me; they're never there, and I haven't seen them in months." He shrugs. "They were supposed to be at the awards night but went on vacation instead. The staff told me when I got home. What about your parents?"

"Well, you've met them. My dad, Derek… well, he's not my real dad. He and Mum were together from when I was two till I was about nine. When they broke up, he just kept showing up, though. They've just told me before I came here that they're back together and they're getting married. I'm so freaking happy."

"Wait, he's not your real dad?"

"No. Well, yeah, he is, but not biologically. But he always says he chose me as a son, so it's better." I smile. "Honestly, it really is. He chose to hang around for me, and he kept showing up. I work for him at the garage."

"I thought you worked at the supermarket?"

"I do. Well, did. I lost my job because I was coming here, but I've been working with Dad since I was little. He used to pick Jay and me up from school and take us to the garage when Mum or Jay's mum couldn't look after us."

"Jay? How long have you known each other?"

"He's been my best friend since the day we met. First day at pre-school, we were inseparable and have been ever since."

"Is he gay?"

I burst out laughing. "Nah, Jay is not gay. He's straight."

"Oh, I thought…"

"Nah, he was just winding you up." I laugh.

"Have you two ever…?" He trails off, and I laugh again.

"I had a crush on him when we were younger, and I tried to kiss him. We were like thirteen. He pushed me away, told me he liked pussy, and although I was behaving like one, he still wouldn't fuck me."

"Damn."

"I know. Harsh, right? But I love him. He's been by my side through everything." I shrug. "He's family."

He nods and shuffles closer.

"What about your friends?"

He shakes his head. "I don't have any."

"What about the guys you came to the supermarket with?"

He winces but shakes his head again. "You were right then. I don't have friends. I have people who tolerate me to get what they want, be it money or status, a leg up on the ladder." He shrugs again. "I'm not the nicest person, or I haven't been. I'm trying to change. I'm trying to be someone better. You make me want to be a better person."

"Hey, you're not a bad person. You were just a dick. Now you're getting dick, you're not so much of a dick." He shoves at me but laughs. "We should clean up."

"Can I ask you something?" He asks, biting his lip.

"Sure, what do you want?"

"Erm…?"

"Spit it out." I laugh.

"Will you fuck me like you did that guy in the shower block?"

"Really?" He cocks a brow at me. "You want me to fuck you like that?"

He nods. "When you fucked Mouse, how did you do it? Where did you do it?"

"You wanna know details?"

"Nah." He shakes his head. "I want you to show me. I want all the filthy actions. I want it all."

"I don't want to fuck you like I fucked them; with them, it was just sex. This is different."

"It is?"

"Yeah, princess. It is."

I lean in and kiss him again, and honestly, I don't know how to explain it, but it definitely feels different. It feels like more.