Ryder

Chapter 41

I finish work early again on Friday and head over to Arch's house. I'm slightly nervous, and I've borrowed Jay's car again. I know I shouldn't worry about something so trivial as a car, but I don't want them to see me rolling up in my van.

As I walk up to the steps, the doors rip open, and Arch throws himself at me, dragging me into the house and to his room. He starts pacing. "Everything okay?"

"They're not here… but I spoke to one of the staff, and they say they're due back at 6 p.m. tomorrow, so we have the next twenty-four hours to ourselves.

"Well, let's make the most of it then."

I walk up to him and slide his polo-neck t-shirt over his head. I unbuckle his belt and slide his chinos down. We're polar opposites in the way we dress. He's all preppy, and I'm more grungy. I push him back till he flops on the bed, and I stand and strip for him. His throat bobs while he watches me, and when I take my dick in my hand, he bites his lip.

"How do you want it first?" I wink at him.

"Fuck… I want… I want to. I want you to bend me over and fuck me dirty."

"And then what?"

"Then I want to hear that filthy mouth of yours tell me what you're doing."

"Fuck, princess." I stroke my dick more. "Bend over, beautiful."

He stands up and walks to the sofa, bending over the back of it and spreading his cheeks for me.

"Fuck, you look fucking perfect like that, splayed open, ready for my dick."

He groans as I stand behind him. "You're gonna take it all, every fucking inch. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're gonna see fucking stars. You ready, princess?"

"Yeah, fuck me, Ryder, fuck me so hard."

I bend down and spit at his hole, sliding in a finger.

"Jesus, Ryder. Just do it." I pull my finger out and push against him. He relaxes instantly for me, and I push slowly in. He's gasping already, and if he's gonna keep gripping my cock like that, I might not last. I pull out just as slowly, and he starts to whimper. "Please, Ryder."

"Beg for it, princess."

"Please, please. Ryder, please. Faster. I need it harder, please?" He whimpers again, and as I grip his hips. He groans. He knows it's coming.

"I wanna hear you scream so hard for me. I want to hear my name on your beautiful fucking lips as I take your fucking breath away."

"Fuck, I want…"

I slam into him. I grip his hips in my large, calloused hands so hard I can see the marks already forming on his pale skin. I pull back out of him as I slap his arse, making him scream against the sofa. I slam back into him.

"I want to mark every inch of your fucking, perfect skin." I pull back and slap his other cheek. "Fuck. I want to mark you as mine, mine for fucking ever." I slam back into him and pile into him so hard that the sofa starts to scrape across the floor.

"Fuck Ryder." He screams out, and as I slam into him again. It lifts his feet off the floor. "Fuck." He pants and screams out with every thrust. Every inch of me ploughs into him.

"Fuck, princess, you should see how tight you are. My dick was made for this, for you."

I pound into him harder as he screams his release down the back of the sofa, but I keep going.

"Fuck, baby, listen, listen to my fucking balls slapping you, fuck, that feels so good, ah, right there." I slam into him again. "Fuck me, princess. Fuck, that's gonna make me fucking cum so fucking hard."

I slam into him again and again. I shoot my cum deep inside him, pinning him against the sofa as he squirms to try and get away from me. I thrust slowly and deeply while I empty into him.

I lift him up, carry him to the bed, and lay him down. I crawl up his body, kissing every twitching inch of him, and I smile as I bite down on his nipple as he bucks under me, mumbling, "Fucker."

I smile against it as I lick and suck up his chest to his neck. Biting down again, he winces and grumbles as I nip and kiss at his jaw, sliding my tongue across to his lips and licking along them, nipping as I go till his eyes flutter open and stare into my soul.

"You're trying to kill me, aren't you? You're literally trying to fuck me to death."

I grin down at him and smile. "Not yet, but I can if you ask nicely."

"You should have come with a health warning. I knew you were a heathen the first time I met you." I bark out a laugh, and he groans. "Don't. That goes straight to my dick, and I think you killed it."

"Ahh, poor princess. Let me kiss it better."

I slide down between his legs and lick up his length as I slide my tongue around him. Taking him in my mouth and groaning as he hits the back of my throat, he reaches down and scrubs his hand into the back of my hair, holding me in place, but I swallow and wink at him. He grumbles. "Fucker."

I smile around his dick, faint traces of his taste I savour as he grips my hair tighter and his hips thrust up harder. I swallow around his length, but I watch every expression that crosses his face.

"Fuck Ryder," he groans again. "Your mouth is fucking sinful."

I nip at the skin and lick my tongue across the slit as I swirl my tongue and pump my hand. He's gasping and trying to buck now, so I hold him down. Pinning him against the bed as he curses while he cums down my throat, and I suck harder to take every single drop. Once he's stopped shuddering in my hold, I slide back up his body and kiss him like I might never get the chance again.

I wake up, confused as to where I am, before I realise we're at Arch's house. We must have fallen asleep, and I look down at the face of the man I love. I've never been so content. I know seeing his parents is going to be tough, but we need to see how it goes first. There's no way to sugarcoat it. It's going to be life-changing for him and us. If his dad wants us to split up, I'm taking him with me.

I roll off him, but he grumbles. I roll over, and he pulls himself up on top of me and starts grinding against me.

"I've not worn you out yet, then?" I grin at him. "You got another round in you?" He nods.

I toss the covers off and sit up with him, straddling me. I reach around and push into his hole, and he winces but then smiles. "Ahh, princess, are you a secret pain slut?"

He shrugs but grins. I push slowly between his cheeks, and he pumps forward and starts to rotate his hips. I slide in another finger, and he groans.

"Ahh, like that, Ryder, just there."

I do as he asks for a while before pulling him back towards my dick, lifting him up, and slowly letting him seat himself. He rocks a couple of times and then pushes me back. He rests his hands against my chest and holds me down. I grip his hips, skating over the bruises already forming, but I pull him into me and grind myself into his arse. He starts bucking, and fuck, he's beautiful.

"Fuck, that's it, princess, fuck me harder."

He does. He thrashes around on me before reaching down and pleasuring himself. I take control and start thrusting him backwards and forwards along my dick, and I groan as he starts to scream out my name. I fire my cum into the depths of him, and he fires his across my chest. I gaze into his eyes, but before I can say anything, there's an order barked from the door, and we both turn, mouths open, to find who I'm assuming is his father catching us like this. Arch is still straddling me, my dick softening inside him, and his limp dick is in his hand with cum on my chest and sliding down over my balls.

"It's not what it looks like!" Arch panic screams across the room. I mean, it's clearly exactly what it looks like. I'm still fucking buried in him, and he's covered in handprints, finger marks, bite marks and small bruises. Dick in hand, having just fired his load over my chest, while mine is seeping out of him and sliding down my balls.

"Get cleaned fucking up!" He turns to walk away. "Dining room, five fucking minutes. Both of you."

"Father!" Arch yells after him, but he's already gone.

"Arch, hey, it will be okay. Come on, let's not keep him waiting."

We shower quick and throw our clothes on, but Arch hasn't said a word since his dad walked in.

"Arch," I whisper as we walk down the hallway. I reach for his hand, but he snatches it away and hugs his arms around himself.

We walk into the dining room, and his dad is sitting at the end of the table. Arch pulls out the chair at the other end. It's a twelve-seat table, so I'm not sure why Arch sits so far away, but I pull out the chair beside him and rest my hand on his leg. He heaves a sigh of relief but opens his eyes to look at his father's and sighs.

"Father."

"No!" his father speaks. Slamming his hand on the table. "Has anyone seen you together?"

Arch shakes his head. His father starts pacing.

"This," he says, gesturing to us both, "stays behind closed doors!"

My eyes shoot to his, but he continues before I can say anything.

"I don't give a fuck where you stick your dick, who you fuck, or who fucks you or when, but it does not leave this fucking house. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," Arch replies. I glare at him, but his head is down, and he is staring at the table.

"Sign it!"

He barks at me, and I look down at the papers he's just thrown across the table. NDA stamped across them.

"You will not jeopardise all I've fucking worked for, you understand me? You will still marry Chelsea at the end of next month and give us an heir. Whatever else you do stays secret, in this house. Do I make myself fucking clear?"

"Yes, sir." Arch nods again,

He throws a pen at me. "Sign the fucking papers, or your dick goes nowhere near him again, do you understand?" I nod, my hand shaking as I reach for the pen.

"Make sure your bit of"—he looks me up and down in disgust—"rough signs the papers or leaves, Archibald!" And with that, he turns and leaves.

Arch sighs. "Shit… I thought that was going to be so much worse."

"Worse, Arch? You're getting married? How the fuck is that not worse? Why the fuck didn't you tell me?"

"We don't love each other. We haven't even slept together yet. It's an arranged marriage. I must marry her and have a child, but we can still be together. I was sure Father was going to make us end it, but this way, it's a win-win."

"Arch, how the fuck is that a win, win?"

"We get to be together, Ryder. Didn't you hear him?"

"What I heard was him saying I'm a ‘bit of rough' you have to keep a secret, and we can only be together behind closed doors in this house."

"Yeah." He sighs with relief. "I thought that was it. At least this way, we get what we want."

"Arch, are you serious? How is this what either of us wants?"

"It's a compromise, Ryder, I'll admit. But Chelsea and I will only be married on paper. It will be a front we don't have to even like each other, just play the part in public."

"So let me get this fucking right, because I feel like I'm missing something. You'll get married. You, a gay man, gets married to a woman and has kids, and I get to ignore you out in the real world, but I can come here and fuck you all over the house before heading back home and ignoring you again?"

"Yeah." He grins and leans in to kiss me. "It's gonna work out, Ryder. We can stay together."

I shake my head and push back from the table. I storm towards Arch's room and throw the door open, and I walk in and grab my bag. Arch comes running in behind me.

"Ryder, what's wrong? This is an amazing outcome, and we still get to see each other. Father won't stand in our way. It's not ideal, but it can really work for us."

"Arch, I say this with the utmost respect. I fucking love you, but I will not be a random fuck on the side. I will not be hidden from everyone like a dirty fucking secret. I will not be your bit of ‘fucking rough' who fucks you and sends you home to your fucking wife and kids. If you think any of that sounds okay, then you're fucking delusional. You didn't even fight for us, just yes fucking sir." I shake my head. "Fuck this, Arch. All or nothing, you know where I'll be, but it won't be hiding in the fucking closet." I storm out of the house and drive away.