Chapter 13
RYDER
Ryder snuggled up to Felix, pulling his smaller body close.
He’d not enjoyed this level of intimacy for a long time.
How had this boy burrowed into his heart so easily, in a way nobody else had in over a decade?
He was also a horny little spitfire. The little fucker had edged Ryder for almost an hour last night with the most spectacular blow job he’d ever had.
He’d been determined that neither of them were going to cum until he got all of Ryder down his throat, and it had been beautiful to see that pretty mouth all stretched and the bulge of Ryder’s cock in his throat.
He could count on one hand the people who’d been able to do that.
In his sleep, Felix subconsciously rubbed his pert ass against Ryder’s morning wood.
He’d never wanted to be inside someone so badly, and he loved to fuck, but he also knew he was a lot to take.
Felix was a determined man, but Ryder would do nothing to hurt him.
He needed a piss, so he gently pulled away from Felix, who whined in his sleep before pulling the comforter closer and settling back down.
Ryder took care of business and then headed into the kitchen.
Would Felix want breakfast again? Before he got started, he needed to check in with the virtual world and see what was happening.
He couldn’t help but snort when he saw #WhereIsRyder trending on social media.
To be fair, it had been a long time since he’d not posted something impromptu for over twenty-four hours.
He’d been enjoying being in this bubble with Felix.
Ryder had a quick scan of the comments to get a read on what the vibe was.
Most were suggesting he was having a rest, or “pounding that twink” as the gays so eloquently put it, and there were more comments about Felix not being good enough for Ryder.
He rolled his eyes. It was definitely the other way around, but he had some crazy fans who thought no one was good enough for him.
Ryder considered recording something, but then he heard the toilet flush so he knew Felix was up.
He put his phone away and brewed some coffee.
A couple of minutes later, Felix walked in wearing a T-shirt and boxers, looking adorable, although Ryder would have preferred no clothes.
He was rubbing his eyes, clearly still full of sleep.
“What time is it?” asked Felix.
“Just after eight.”
“Is that coffee?” he asked with a cute smile.
Ryder couldn’t wait any longer. He strode across the kitchen and lifted Felix up, causing him to squeal.
Ryder sat him on the kitchen island and leaned forward for a kiss.
His breath was minty fresh, so he’d brushed his teeth, which meant he must have been hoping for this.
That caused Ryder’s heart to beat faster.
He deepened the kiss, pulling his boy close.
Was Felix his? Was it too soon to have a conversation like that?
He needed to get his thoughts in order before he said anything.
The thought of having such deep feelings for someone so soon was startling, but three of his best friends had all fallen for their men quickly, so he wasn’t an anomaly.
Maybe he should talk to them? Sebastian would take him seriously, but the other two were bound to tease him.
That’s what they all did with each other.
Why he was thinking about anything else was a mystery when he had this beautiful man in his arms. He gently pulled away and looked at his eyes, all hooded, and his body boneless. Ryder kissed him on the tip of the nose, causing Felix to giggle.
“Do you want some breakfast?”
“I could eat.”
“What do you want?”
“Surprise me.”
“Okay. Why don’t you take a shower, and I’ll get everything ready.”
“Do you not need some help?”
“No. You get clean, so I can dirty you up again after breakfast.”
He leaned in for another quick kiss and gripped Felix’s cock, which was rock hard.
It took all his self-restraint to pull away.
His own excitement was impossible to hide in his gray sweatpants, which he may have worn deliberately but would never admit.
Felix looked down, and his eyes widened slightly.
He licked his lips. This boy was going to be the death of him.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” said Ryder.
“I really want you to . . .” He audibly swallowed. “I want you to fuck me. It’s just . . .”
“You can say whatever you’re thinking, baby. I won’t get upset about anything.”
“I think I need to build up to it. Have you got . . .”
Ryder waited patiently. He was blushing, and Ryder wanted to comfort him, but something told him to give Felix his space.
“A plug?”
Ryder couldn’t hide his initial shock. Felix’s entire body went bright red, and he looked at the floor with uncertainty.
Ryder wouldn’t stand for that. He picked Felix up, which made him give a startled squeal, and carried him into the bedroom.
He dropped him on the mattress before covering him with his much bigger body.
He was feeling like a wild animal with the need to claim this man as his own, and if he wanted to wear a plug to prep himself, Ryder would oblige, but he would be the one putting it in.
“Do you want my big cock inside you, Felix?”
He nodded his head eagerly.
“Do you think you can take everything I want to give you?”
His nod was more apprehensive this time, but Ryder knew that look. He wanted it, and he was determined.
“Get undressed and turn over.”
“I think . . . I think I need more prep time.”
“That’s what I’m doing. If anyone’s putting a plug in you, it’s me.”
Felix flushed again, but it was desire this time, not embarrassment, so Ryder went over to his bottom drawer while Felix got ready.
Ryder heard his phone ringing in the kitchen, but ignored it.
He had four different plugs. Not familiar with how sexually active Felix had been in the past, he wouldn’t go for the biggest one.
He felt a surge of jealousy ricochet through his body at the thought of another man touching him.
He shook his head, not wanting to unpack that right now.
His phone rang again. Who the fuck was that so early?
He turned and saw Felix lying on his stomach, wiggling his ass at Ryder.
He grabbed the two plugs in the middle-size range, and the lube.
Dropping them onto the mattress, he sunk to his knees and looked at that inviting hole, just waiting to be licked and fucked.
As he leaned forward for a taste, his phone rang again.
“For fuck’s sake,” he grumbled,
“You better get that, or they’ll just keep ringing.”
Ryder wanted to ignore it and focus on the delicious breakfast right in front of him, but he had a feeling who it was. Fiona was the only one who’d keep calling him like that. Anyone else in his life, including his mother, would leave a message. As the phone stopped ringing, it started again.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he commanded. “I want you to be like this when I come back.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Don’t get cocky,” he said, smacking Felix on the ass.
Felix let out a filthy groan. Okay, that was something to come back to, but he needed to speak to Fiona so she’d stop calling.
He walked out into the kitchen just as his phone stopped. He could call her back, but then they’d end up missing each other. It wouldn’t take long before she tried again. Less than ten seconds later, it started ringing.
“This better be good, Fiona. I’m busy.”
“You don’t still have your dick inside that twink, do you?”
“Who are you . . . Do not talk about him like that,” he snapped.
“God, this is worse than I thought. My office in half an hour.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ve caused a fucking shit storm and we need to fix it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Just get here in half an hour.”
“I’ll be there in an hour. Take it or leave it.”
“Fine, but don’t be late.”
She hung up before he could respond. What the fuck was happening?
He looked at his phone. It felt like a magic wand in his hand.
It could make things better, but also cause untold destruction.
Whatever had happened in the thirty minutes since he last looked at social media would be something for him to worry about later.
Right now, he had a beautiful young man in his bed, ready to be eaten out and then plugged up for later.
He left his phone on the kitchen side and walked back to his bedroom, not giving Fiona a second thought.
Fiona was a ball-breaker, but Ryder knew she had his back. He’d never seen her look so rattled. She often stayed behind her desk when they met, but this time she came round to his side. What the fuck had happened?
He’d scrolled through his social media on the way over, but most comments about him and Felix were positive, and others weren’t even focussed on them at all.
There were trolls, but he had those for everything he published online.
Some people didn’t like him, and wanted him to know about it all the time. He didn’t give a fuck.
Ryder had lied to Felix about why he was coming here, as he hadn’t wanted to worry him.
He’d told him it was to talk about a brand or endorsement deal.
Ryder was selective about the ones he accepted.
It needed to be something he would genuinely buy himself and use, and not just because he was gifted it.
Thinking of Felix made him smile, and leaving him all plugged up after Ryder had caused him to cum his brains, was enough too make Ryder’s own cock thicken in his jeans.
He needed to think about something else.
The downside of having a big dick was that people could see when you were hard.
“Have you looked at social media?” asked Fiona.
“Yes. It looked nothing out of the ordinary. The same old trolls, but no worse than usual.”
“Not your social media. Have you looked at his?”