Ryder

Chapter 35

We have a weekend off, and we're all heading home. We're at the halfway point, and things are looking great for me, and they're going really well with Arch. As we head to our cars to head home, it feels a little bittersweet to be leaving him. "Hey, you gonna be, okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good." He looks around, leans up, and kisses my cheek. "See you next week, okay?"

I nod, and he climbs into his car and pulls off. I can't help but wonder if he has anyone to go home to after everything he"s said. But he says he's fine, and I have to respect that.

As I push through the door at home, there's an almighty scream, and everyone's there: Mum, Dad, Jay, his mum, and they all run and hug me. There's a banner in the kitchen, a cake on the worktop, and drinks. Dad informs me we're having a BBQ, and I wish Arch was here to be a part of this. We sit around, and I tell them about everything, but Jay knows me too well.

"You've met someone, haven't you?"

I dig him in the ribs because I didn't want this to come out here. I know what they all think of Arch from the dealings they've had with him, but I also want to tell them everything, so I grit my teeth and nod in the end. Jay squeals and starts shouting about it, and I jump on him. We start wrestling around the back garden, trying to get my hand over his mouth while he sings out about me being in love!

"Dickhead," I curse at him, and he laughs as I try and shove his face in the dirt.

Mum clips me around the ear. "Come on, baby, tell us who has your knickers in a twist?"

"Mum! Gross." I shake my head and bite my lip. "It's, erm… Arch."

"Arch?" Jay screams in an obnoxiously posh voice, "As in Archi-fucking-bald Bartholomew III?" He continues to piss himself while he rolls around on the floor.

"Fucking dick!" I spit as I get up and storm off upstairs. I hear raised voices before I hear heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Hey, man." Jay shoves his head through the door. "Am I safe to come in?"

I sigh.

"Talk to me?"

"I really like him, Jay. Once he packed in with all the bullshit, he's really nice. I just… I don't know. I just like him, okay?"

Jay nods, "I'm sorry, man. I thought after everything, you were winding me up. But if you like him this much, I suppose he can't be that bad."

I tell him how it all started with the fighting and then the… everything else.

"Does he make you happy, mate? I just want you to be happy. You know I love you, right?"

"I know. I am. We"re just keeping it low-key at the minute while we"re away, and then we"re gonna make a proper go of it."

"Like a real fucking relationship?"

"Yeah, Jay. Like a real relationship."

"Holy shit. You in a motherfucking relationship, who would have thunk it?"

I shake my head. "You're a dick, ya know."

"I know, but I'm your dick. Now we're friends again, can we go back down, as my burger's getting cold and my beer's getting warm, and I'm turning gayer by the minute with all these fucking feelings and shit."

"Fuck off!" I shove him, and he falls off the bed onto the floor. I take off running back outside to eat his burger and drink his beer before he can get down there.

The rest of the weekend is amazing, but I'm worried as I haven't heard from Arch all weekend, and it's stressing me out.

Heading back to the hotel, I push into the room, and Arch is already there and unpacked. I frown, looking at him suspiciously. "Did you go home?"

"Yeah." He nods but doesn't get off the bed. I throw my bag down and crawl up his body.

"I missed you."

"Sure." He tight-lipped smiles at me, and I frown, sliding back to my knees.

"Arch, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm tired, I'm just gonna go to bed. Could you keep the noise down, please?"

"Arch, hey, talk to me."

"They weren't home, okay?" He tries to shrug me off. "They weren't even fucking home. I don't know why I bothered."

"Hey, why didn't you answer my calls and messages then? Why didn't you come home with me?"

"As if your family would want me hanging around when mine clearly doesn't. And don't you think they would have thought it weird, me just turning up when we're not even friends?"

"No, you're my boyfriend, and I told them all we're together. It wouldn't have been weird."

"Boyfriend?" He looks shocked. "You told them I was your boyfriend?"

"Well, you are, aren't you?" I slide closer. "Or is this some kind of phase or shit? Are you not in this? I thought we talked about it. I thought we were gonna make a real go of it when we leave here."

He stands off the bed and starts pacing. "I want that, I really do, but it's not that easy, Ryder."

I sigh. "It is if you want it to be, Arch. You just have to want it enough. You just have to want me enough."

I toss my bag down, throw my clothes off, and crawl into bed. I turn the light off and turn my back to him. I fucking missed him, and he clearly didn't feel the same.

But then the bed dips. "Hey, boyfriend, huh?" He slides in behind me, and he's naked. I chuckle.

"Maybe I changed my mind."

"In the last two minutes?"

"Yeah." I turn onto my back, and he strokes his hand up and down my chest and slides into my side, tucking himself under my arm.

"I missed you too. I'm sorry!"

I turn to kiss him, but he slides his body over mine and straddles me. He starts rocking on my dick, and I slide my boxers down.

"You gonna ride me, princess?" I lean up. "Open it up for me." He looks at me, confused. "Slide your fingers in, princess. Come on, stretch your arsehole so I can slide right fucking in. I've missed you so much. Open it up for me."

He does as I ask and leans back, sliding his own fingers in and rocking on me. "That's it, princess, fuck, yeah, like that." He slides another in and bucks against me. "Stretch it, stretch it real fucking good, then I want you to ride me like it's your motherfucking job."

I hold my dick still, and he positions it against his hole. "Sit down for me, princess. Take it all, take it fucking all."

He gasps as he slides in, gently pulling back up before dropping a little further each time. "That's it, just like that, that's it, take it fucking all. Damn, you feel so fucking tight, fuck it, fuck my dick."

He sits up straighter and rocks back and forth, and I get impatient and drag him down. I buck back up to meet him. "Fuck me like you fucking mean it. Bounce on me, fucking bounce, Arch."

He does, he listens, and he starts bouncing. "Fuck, like that, that's it, baby, yeah, like that."

Fuck, he feels so good. "Shit, I'm gonna cum… fuck." I roar as I cum inside him, holding him tight against me as I pulse every last drop into him. He sags against me, rocking back and forth.

"I want to fuck you. I want to feel what it's like to fuck you."

"I don't bottom, princess, but if you want to do it this once, I will do it for you."

"You will?"

"Sure." I grin. "Show me what you got."

My cum is already coating my balls and seeping down my arse crack. "Just slide right in, okay?"

He nods and slips me out of him. I open my legs for him. I'm surprised at how much I want him to. He pushes his dick to my entrance, and he grits his teeth. "Tighter than a pussy, huh?" I grin at him, and he grunts as he pushes harder. "That's it, harder." He pushes in till he's balls deep and panting. "You good?"

He nods and pulls back. He starts off slow, his teeth gritted and a focused look across his face. He pulls out again and slides back in, shuddering. "Shit, shit." He gasps as I feel him cum, and the look of disappointment that floods across his face. And I smile at him. "First time, huh?"

He nods and flushes as he pulls out. I shove him over. Covering his body with mine, leaning up, I kiss him, and I start grinding against him. I'm getting hard again, and I slip in between his cheeks. There's cum all over both of us, so I slide right in. "Hard and fast or slow and gentle, princess? What do you want?"

"H-hard and fast. Fuck, so hard and so fast!"

I oblige and slam into him. "Fuck, you feel so good."

I pound at him, holding his legs up. I push back and slam into him again and again. Jesus, this man is gonna be the death of me. I can't get enough, and I can't stop, I pound into him till he starts screaming my name. "That's it, princess, scream my name, let everyone know who fucks you so good."

I keep going, fucking him like I'm trying to force him through the bed and into the room below. He's gasping and chanting my name and screaming as I hit that sweet spot inside, and he screams out as I roar inside him, and when I can't physically cum anymore. I flop onto him and sigh.

"Fuck, I don't think I'm ever gonna get enough of you."

The alarm goes off, and I grunt and try to move. Fuck. I'm still balls deep in Arch. I go to slide out, but my dick has other ideas. It's fucking solid, so I move slowly and thrust shallow. He groans and goes to move, and I pick up the pace.

"Morning, princess," I whisper. He shudders. As I rock back and forth, he starts to gasp, and his eyes fly open.

"Shit, what the fuck?" Then he lets out an almighty groan.

"Jesus fuck, Ryder. Shit, ahh, that's so good."

The look of ecstasy across his face is so sexy, and I want to stay here forever, but the alarm has already gone off, and we'll be late if we don't hurry.

"Gotta be quick. Grab your dick if you wanna cum. You better keep up, princess." He grunts as I slam back into him even harder and faster than I did last night. He winces and groans at the same time.

"Don't worry, princess. I will be so fast, okay?" He nods and chases my rhythm with his own dick in his hand, and when I fire my load inside, I push a few more times, and he catches up and follows me over. I lean in and kiss in.

"Get a move on. We're gonna be late."

He grunts out. "Why am I always covered in cum?"

"Because you're my dirty little slut, and you love it." As I head to the bathroom, he throws the pillow at me and groans.

By the time we get downstairs, we have to rush breakfast and head to the track. I feel sorry for Arch when he sits on his bike. I hear him wince and see his face clench, and I can't help but smile a little, and he screws his face up at me. I wink at him and join the starting line.