Ryder

Chapter 52

I wake up crusty and wrapped in strong arms. As I stretch, he squirms behind me. "If you make it hard, you're having it."

"It's already hard, dickhead. It"s stabbing me in the back."

He moves back and pulls me onto my back so he can climb on top of me. I wrap my arms around him. He starts to grind against me as he leans in and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth.

"Jay," I pant. "Maybe we should slow things down a little."

"Gotcha." He winks and slows down how fast he's grinding, rotating, and flicking his hips.

"That's not what I meant. Fuck Jay, you're driving me nuts." I slap his arse cheek hard, and he groans.

"Oh fuck, I like that!" He gives me a long, slow grind before biting his lip. "Do it again, babe."

I slap the other side this time, and he groans this feral, deep growl that pulses in my dick. And he thrusts against me harder.

"Jay." I gasp. "I'm trying to take things…" His hand dives in the front of my boxers.

"Shit." He gasps. "You're so goddamn hard and big, fuck, Ryder. I don't know if I'm gonna be able to go slower. Fuck, I need you."

"Jay." I gasp, but he grips my dick harder, and I buck up against him. "Jay, fuck. I need to slow down. We have to slow down."

"Why?" He grunts as he drives his dick against my leg.

"Because, Jay… I don't want to fucking scare you off."

"Scare me off?" he questions, slowing a little.

"Jay, I'm… aggressive and dominant, and I'm trying to hold back and not throw you on your back, hold you down by your throat and fuck you like I want to. Please don't make this so hard. I'm trying to be a gentleman."

"Ryder, if I wanted a gentleman, I wouldn't be with you!"

"Ouch!"

"Ryder, please, just fucking do something."

I throw him onto his back and rip off his boxer shorts, tossing the scraps of fabric to the side. I push his legs open, and holding them up with the back of his thighs, I dive down between his cheek and start eating him out. I spit against his hole, and he groans and grinds against my face. I force my tongue inside, letting go of one of his legs. I suck my bowling fingers into my mouth and, holding him down with his leg, I push them both inside. He grunts and bucks against it, and I twist and pull my hand back out, sliding it back in.

"Fuck." He pants as I finger fuck his arse.

I've lost all reserve. I know I should be gentler, but fuck, he's got me balancing on a knife edge, and I'm barely holding on. I move one leg to the side, and I bring the other up to my shoulder and press my tip against him.

"You fucking sure about this, Jay?"

"Fuck yeah." He pants, and I grit my teeth and push in. He relaxes immediately and inhales a sharp breath, and I push straight in. He grunts my name, panting as I bottom out.

"Too much?" I grin down at him. He gives me a feral grin in return.

"Holy shit. Show me what you fucking got."

"Fuck, Jay."

I grind into him twice before I pull out and slam back in. His hands fly up to stop him from smashing into the headboard as I drive into him.

I tried to take it slow, I tried to be good. I lean in, pushing his thigh back into his body as I slam my mouth against his in the same brutal fashion. I'm fucking him. "It feels so fucking good," I groan. I lean back and slide my hand around his throat, and I want to tell him he's such a good boy and taking my dick so well, but I can't get the words out.

His eyes roll, and he gasps out, "Harder."

"Fuck!" I roar as I slam into him, holding him down by the throat, powering into him again, till I scream his name as I cum inside him and roar as I collapse against him.

I release his throat and lean up, panting over him, trying to slow my breathing. We lock eyes and just stare into each other. I swallow, letting out the shakiest of fucking breaths as Jay does the same.

"Fuck, Jay, I'm sorry." I reach up to touch his neck, already seeing the red marks through his tattoos, but I snatch my hand back and go to pull out of him, but he snarls at me.

"Don't you fucking dare." He wraps his leg around me, holding me against him. "Fuck, is it like that all the time?"

"Not normally, you just… I just… Fuck, Jay, I'm so sorry."

"How long?"

"How long what?" I frown at him.

"How long before we can do that again? Fuck, Ryder." He shakes his head. "Why haven't we been doing this all along?"

He grabs the back of my hair and rips it towards him. Smashing my lips to his with a clash of teeth before he aggressively forces his tongue in my mouth.

"Ten minutes," I gasp. "Five if you fucking keep kissing me like that."

I lean up and take his dick in my hand and grip it hard. Before starting to pump, he throws his head back. "Fuck yeah."

He grunts as I pump him harder, I start to grind my hips against him as I pump till he cums up his own body, and I lick my hand clean.

"Fucking hell." He stutters out a breath as I rock in and out of him.

I lay against him and kiss him again till he feels my dick thickening and getting harder.

"Oh, shit!" he mutters out as I fuck him slower, this time grinding against him.

He winces and groans as I slide in and out till I release again. It's less aggressive this time, but I still make sure he takes it all. After I've cum, I slide out and flop onto my back. "Holy fucking shit."

We're both just panting, lost for words, when Jay breaks the silence. "I'm definitely gay, so, so fucking gay."

I burst out a laugh and shake my head at him. "Maybe we'll have to try a few more times just to make sure."

"Fuck yeah, but not right now. My arse is on fire."

I burst out another laugh as I slide off the bed.

"Where the fuck you going?"

"Run a bath and clean you up." I shrug. "It's the least I can do."

"You fucked my arse raw, Ryder. The least you can do is make me a bacon cob, too!" he shouts into the bathroom to me.

I walk out with a wet flannel and throw it at his head while the bath runs. I go and make his majesty a bacon fucking cob, mainly because I'm hungry and a little because I fucked him harder than I ever have anyone before, and also because, fuck, I liked it and want to do it again and again and again.