Chapter Seven #2
I sank my teeth into my lower lip. My heart hammered against my chest as adrenaline coursed through my veins. Someone needed to shut me up before I went too far, though, by the purple shade of Mr. Calloway’s face, I might already be there.
Everyone in the room stared at me as though I were a lone performer on stage beneath a bright spotlight. My face flamed. I could only hope it didn’t look as flushed as Mr. Calloway’s. The man’s head looked seconds away from blowing straight off his neck.
From behind me, Ryder slid his hand into mine. “We’re leaving.” His voice sliced through the tension with a harsh finality.
Shit. I had gone too far.
He tugged, and I followed without question, nearly running to keep up with his rapid clip. We raced through the hall and past a startled D’Angelo, who got a quick wave from Ryder as goodbye.
The heavy arched door loomed in front of us, a beacon of freedom from this golden house of misery. But with each step we took, my heart dropped lower in my chest. Ryder radiated waves of fury and frustration. How much of that was due to me jumping in and running my mouth where I shouldn’t have?
Ryder yanked the heavy door open with ease, dragging me through after him. The second it slammed shut behind us, Ryder whirled, shoved me against the dark wood with two strong hands on my chest, and attacked my mouth with the fervor of a starving animal.
My dick went iron-spike hard in an instant.
Where I’d expected anger, I got an erotic assault that short-circuited my brain and made it impossible for me to do anything but accept the aggressive plunge of his tongue into my mouth with a low groan.
“I love you,” Ryder said, panting as he tore his mouth from mine.
My head spun, and my heart galloped at a medically frightening pace. “W-what?” I whispered.
“I’m sorry. I’m sure this is the worst fucking time to tell you that, but watching you stand up for me like that? Christ, Alex, I can’t keep it inside longer. I love you so fucking much.”
My throat thickened, and for a second, I was speechless. Ryder loved me. He wasn’t mad—in fact, the complete opposite.
He loved me.
A hint of wariness entered Ryder’s eyes, and he began to draw back just as I found my voice.
I fist-fought his shirt and dragged him back to my mouth.
“I love you, too, Ryder. I said it earlier, and I meant it. You deserve so much more than that… whatever that was in there.” How did I even describe that disaster?
“I love you and will never stand for anyone mistreating you. You are—.”
He kissed me again with the same, near-crazed aggression as a moment ago. “I need to suck you,” he said against my lips. “I need to choke on your dick so bad right now. God, Alex, I need your cum.” He dropped straight to his knees and started to lower my shorts.
I gasped and stared down at him in shock as I tried to keep up with the whirlwind on his knees for me.
My dick was so hard I’d probably blow all over his face with one lick.
I captured his roving hands. “Here?” I rasped as I frantically glanced around.
“Ryder, we’re at your parents’ front-fucking-door. ”
“Well, if it’s a fucking door, we might as well put it to good use.” He broke free of my hold and yanked my shorts to my ankles with one swift pull.
“Ryder,” I growled down at him, though the way my now-free cock was drooling all over the damn place took the power out of my concerns. No way in hell would I ever turn down his lips on my cock, but I had to try to maintain some level of sanity. “Are there cameras?”
He chuckled, then licked his lips as though already tasting my precum. “Dozens. However, the interesting thing is that none of them point directly here. It’s a tiny blind spot.”
I didn’t ask how he knew that. I didn’t have the temperament to survive prison, and I’d certainly kill whoever had come here before me—pun fully intended.
“What if they come to the door?”
He snorted. “My parents haven’t opened a door for themselves in thirty years.”
He licked over the head of my dick, and my head smacked against the door.
Fuck, that was too good. D’Angelo would think someone was knocking if I let my head smack against the door like that again.
“You… oh shit… you know what I mean.” The damn menace sucked my tip into his mouth like it was his favorite flavor, and today was National Lollipop Day.
He released me, and I groaned at the loss of his hot mouth. “So, is that a no?” He cast his gaze upward, and the absolute feral lust I saw there had a new element wrapped around it. Love.
He loved me and wanted me so badly that he couldn’t make it even one step away from the door. It felt like every ounce of blood in my body had rushed to my dick, making me dizzy and unable to think of anything but getting inside that greedy mouth.
“Oh, fuck it.” I was born to lose this battle, so why bother fighting?
I slid my hand into his hair, twining the soft, light strands around my fingers.
I tipped his head back so I could see into those gorgeous blue eyes with the one green fleck that drove me mad.
“The day I turn down a chance to fuck your gorgeous face is the day I know I’ve lost my mind. ”
His nostrils flared, and his cheeks were already flushed as though we’d been fucking for long minutes when it was merely desire turning him inside out. I’d never seen anything sexier.
“Open wide, baby. Show me how much you love this cock. Empty my balls before someone wanders along and calls the fucking cops.”
The glint in his eyes turned wicked, and he dove onto my dick, sucking with the power of an industrial vacuum. This was not a teasing, sensual, drawn-out blow job. Ryder set out to suck me bone dry as fast as possible.
I held him by his hair as I thrust into his eager mouth with wild jerks of my hips.
This was sloppy as hell. Spit coated my entire dick and ran down his face.
My balls slapped his chin with each forward punch.
His eyes watered, and he grunted with the effort of keeping up such a brutal pace, but he never once showed a single sign of hitting his limit. Ryder loved this as much as I did.
In an embarrassingly short amount of time, the heat, heavy suction, and porn-worthy sounds did me in.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come,” I said, breathing as though I’d run from the devil himself. “It’s too damn good.”
Ryder moaned like he’d never heard anything better and couldn’t wait for me to fill his mouth with my load.
I thrust one final time, burying myself halfway down his throat. Ryder swallowed around the head of my dick, the damn breeze blew, and I so did I. I grunted and clenched my teeth to keep from shouting as my abs contracted near painfully, and I erupted into his perfect mouth.
Ryder clutched my ass, holding me deep as he swallowed every drop.
After a few intense moments of white-hot pleasure on another planet, I sagged against the door, bare-assed and weak as a kitten.
Ryder uncurled his fingers from their death grip on my ass and let my soft cock slip from his mouth. “Holy shit,” he said as he rested his forehead on my thigh. “That was insane.”
“Uhh…” I stroked his damp hair as I tried to catch my breath and string two sounds together.
Ryder chuckled, earning himself a tug on his hair, which only made him laugh harder. “Having some trouble speaking?” he asked with teasing in his voice as he rose to his feet.
“Mmm.” Eye to eye, I could see his ruined face, and it was so damn hot—blown pupils, swollen lips, mussed hair. “You’re gorgeous,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around him. “And I meant it. I know I didn’t say it at the best time, but I love you, Ryder.”
His expression softened. “Charmer,” he whispered as he leaned in and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his tongue. After a few moments, he separated enough to whisper against my lips, “I love you, too, Alex. So much.”
We kissed again, and I swear I could taste the love on his tongue. Everything felt different, deeper, and more meaningful now that we’d exchanged those words.
We needed to leave. Every second we stood with my bare ass against his parents’ door and our mouths fused, the risk of being caught grew.
With the way the failed dinner went, I wouldn’t be surprised if they called the cops after finding us post blow job.
Neither of our master’s programs would take a public indecency charge lightly.
But as we stood there, mouths melded together, I found I didn’t care about anything but being close to Ryder.