7. Ryder
Chapter 7
Ryder
God, what was I doing? Did I really just sign a document that I agreed to having sex with not only two men but my boss and his stepson? The crazy thing about it was that it excited me. It was finally my chance to be with a man. Even better, it was the very distraction I needed, which was why I jumped into their plan so quickly. Their idea killed two birds with one stone.
Was it weird having my boss sit in his cushioned chair, watching and directing Finn and me naked and fooling around? Definitely. I also liked being guided instead of trying to figure things out. It allowed me to just feel and enjoy it instead of stressing about it.
Kissing them had been everything. As soon as Finn first pressed his lips to mine, I knew I would like it better than kissing a woman. Despite being delicate and gentle with me, the soft scrape of his stubble and ownership of his lips pulled me to him, desperate for more. The whiskey on his tongue made me even more dizzy than the alcohol. But kissing Knox had been out of this world. His short beard chafed me, burning my skin. His kiss was about ownership, as if he truly desired me, and I wanted to hand him my very soul right then. It was no wonder Finn wanted his stepfather so much. Knox embodied sexuality. He oozed it.
Finn lowered himself down, down, down to his knees, dragging his fingers along my skin. His mouth hovered over my cock, teasing and taunting with his ghosting warm breath, not touching me, but my dick felt alive and thrummed with need.
With Knox’s permission, I got to touch Finn, running my fingers through his blond hair, which was thick with soft waves.
What I wanted was to grab his head and force my cock down his throat, but I didn’t dare. I quickly learned it was Knox who owned the show. Finn and I were just his puppets, and I was completely on board with that.
“Touch Ryder’s cock, but don’t put him in your mouth yet,” Knox ordered.
“Okay, Daddy.” Finn always responded to each order. Was it weird he called Knox, ‘ Daddy ?’ Yeah, because it wasn’t a dynamic I was familiar with, but it was also surprisingly hot. It worked for them.
Finn’s long fingers wrapped around my length. His hands were smooth and soft, unlike mine. His strokes were languid, and the brush of his thumb was subtle, yet it sent an electric jolt through my body.
He pressed his nose into my groin, his hot breath adding to the arousing sensation. It was a slow build—a tease. I was desperate for more, but I also loved how Finn worked me up—a foreplay within a foreplay.
Even though Finn hadn’t sucked on me yet, it was already better than being with a woman. With the girls I’d dated, blow jobs or hand jobs always seemed like a chore to them, or they didn’t enjoy it. With Finn, it was like he worshiped my cock.
“Let me taste him,” Knox said.
Finn teased some beads of pre-cum from me and swiped it over his thumb. He stood and headed toward his stepfather, holding out his thumb. Knox leaned forward and sucked on it.
Jesus .
Why was that so hot? They took everything I knew about sex and tossed it out the window, opening a door to a new world.
“He tastes sweet with surprisingly little bitterness. Similar to mine. Perfect. Would you like to taste him, baby?”
Finn nodded eagerly.
“Then go taste him. Show Ryder how well you suck cock.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Finn dropped back down to his knees in front of me, grabbed my dick at the base, and looked up at me before swiping his tongue over the tip. My body trembled, not only at the sensation of his soft, warm tongue, but seeing him down at my feet in deference to my cock.
As soon as his wet heat engulfed me, my eyes rolled into my head, and I had to grab fistfuls of his hair to keep him from moving for a second, or else I was going to blow way too soon.
“Fuck me…” I rasped. I rarely swore, but this moment called for it.
Knox chuckled. “You’re fucking his mouth. Use it as your personal hole. Finn can take it.”
“Yes, sir.”
With my hands pressed to the side of his head, I grabbed his ears and tested out a thrust.
“More,” Knox demanded.
I looked down at Finn, whose hands rested on his lap, allowing me to do whatever I wanted to him, so I eased my cock deeper and deeper into his mouth until my tip hit the back of his throat. He wiggled and adjusted until I sank deeper. His face turned red from the lack of oxygen, and his eyes blinked tears, but he didn’t lay a hand on me as I used him.
I quickly pulled out, and he gasped for breath. A long trail of saliva was attached from my tip to his now-swollen lips. He slurped it up and licked my tip clean. Oh god. Why was that so hot?
More .
“Yes, take more, Ryder,” Knox said.
Did I say that out loud?
Finn opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. I rested my dick on it, but instead of swallowing me down again, he licked me like one of his lollipops, from the base to the tip, around the head, and back down again, knowing each and every pressure point. I panted for breath, trying to remember to breathe as I got lost in his expert mouth.
Finn rested a hand on my upper thigh and slid it across my skin until he reached my ass. There, he slipped a finger into my crease and grazed my hole. A whimper slipped out of me, but I was too aroused to care.
“I think he likes that. Make him cum now, baby. I want to see Ryder get wrecked by your perfect mouth. Wet your finger and stick it in his hole as you do it,” Knox said.
Finn removed his finger and put it in his mouth, getting it wet before he returned it to my ass and sunk it deep into my hole. My eyes rolled again at the sensation. I often fingered myself whenever I masturbated to get a feel of what it would be like having a man there, but what Finn was doing to me was an entirely different ball game. He swallowed me deeper and started to bob his head as he thrust his finger in and out. With his other hand, he fondled my balls, gently squeezing them as he sucked me down.
The triple sensations had all my blood rushing to my cock and my nuts drawing tight. I was honestly surprised I’d held out so long. Maybe it had only been mere seconds. That was how lost I was in Finn’s mouth.
With each bob of his head, I thrust deeper into his mouth, repeatedly hitting his throat. He gagged around me, squeezing and sucking the inevitable orgasm out of me.
“Cum, Ryder.” Knox’s voice sounded echoey in my ears, like a distant memory, but his tone commanded attention and obedience.
He must have known I was close because suddenly, I exploded seemingly out of nowhere into Finn’s mouth. He caught my load as my body shivered and goosebumps burst across my skin, as if my very flesh had orgasmed. I shut my eyes as he milked every last drop from my oversensitive dick.
When I started coming down from my arousing high, Knox said, “Don’t swallow it, Finn. Share it.”
I couldn’t tell what he meant in my fevered brain, but it soon became clear when Finn stood, grabbed both sides of my face, and pulled me close.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” Knox ordered me.
I did as I was told, not yet grasping if I was aroused again or repulsed that Finn spat my cum back into my mouth.
“Swallow it.”
I’d never tasted my own cum before, or hell, any guy’s cum. Knox was right; it was sweet, yet the texture was weird. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
Knox wiggled a finger at me. “Come here and sit on my lap, facing me. I want you to kiss me so I can taste your tongue.”
I padded over to where he was sitting and straddled his lap before sitting on his spread thighs. It was a little strange that he was still dressed while I was completely naked. His hard cock tried to force its way out of his shorts, while mine had gone flaccid.
I rested my hands on the back of the chair behind his shoulders and leaned forward to press my lips to his. As soon as his tongue swiped my lips, I opened to him, letting him explore my flavor.
As our kiss deepened, Finn came up behind me and peppered kisses to my neck and throat as his finger grazed over my exposed hole, but not penetrating me. Already my dick wanted to come alive again.
Just when I was about to get lost being sandwiched between the two men, Knox pulled away and kissed Finn, full of sloppy tongue and nibbling lips.
“I want that,” I blurted. “I mean… sir.”
Knox placed his hand behind my head and pulled me into him again, this time owning me and my mouth. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I got lost in his lips, and Finn’s finger now thrusting into me.
Suddenly, my head was yanked back, leaving me gasping before Finn kissed me, tongue fucking my mouth as Knox explored my body with his palms, running them over my shoulders, arms, chest, and abs before pinching my nipples. I shuddered, loving the sensation.
My cock was semi-hard again, straining for more pleasure.
“Enough,” Knox said, bursting out of my aroused bubble. “Grab the lube, Finn.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Finn walked behind the desk, opened the drawer, and pulled out a small plastic bottle.
“Ryder, I’m going to stand, and you’re going to undress me. Then Finn will ride me as you learn to suck cock—his cock. Understood?”
I swallowed and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Knox stood, and I fingered the edge of the fabric from his T-shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing more tattoos than on his arms. His chest was dusted with salt-and-pepper hair, and I looked forward to running my fingers through it. Like Finn, I barely had any on my chest.
Something told me to take care of his clothes, so I folded the T-shirt and set it on the desk.
“What a good boy you are,” Knox said, clearly pleased.
I weirdly beamed at the praise, enjoying that I’d read Knox correctly.
Next, I fingered the button on his linen shorts and undid them, along with the zipper. They slipped off his thighs and down to his ankles, exposing white boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his ample and swollen package.
God, I hoped that thing fit inside me when it came time to have sex.
I bent down, picked up the shorts, folded them, and placed them on top of his shirt.
Last went his underwear, which I slowly peeled off, exposing a large cock. Holy hell… he had the same piercing as Finn, but his ring was thicker. Knox’s dick was bigger than Finn’s and mine, and I was definitely worried about pain.
I swallowed hard and looked at Knox. “C-can I touch your chest, sir?”
His mouth quirked into a slight smile. “You may.”
My palms rested on his abs and moved up to his chest, where I curled my fingers through the chest hair. It was softer than it looked. “I like this.” My voice came out as barely a whisper.
My thumb grazed one of his nipples. “Can I lick this… sir?”
“By all means.”
Finn watched my every move as I bent forward, not taking my hands off Knox’s chest, and swiped my tongue over the puckered flesh of his hardening nipple as if it suddenly grew cold. How strange to suckle a nipple without the ample breast of a woman. Knox was hard everywhere, full of muscle. There was nothing soft about him other than his chest hair.
Then, I stood and stepped away, allowing Finn to stand where I had been.
“Finn, baby… Show our Ryder how to open yourself up. Soon, we’ll do it for him, but for now, he can watch.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
God, Finn was so obedient. He barely said a word unless he was asked a specific question, and he did all he was told. I looked forward to seeing more of their dynamic. Despite them being stepfather and stepson, it didn’t take long for me to get used to them together. It was like they were made for each other.
Finn poured some oil into his hand before setting the bottle down on the desk, then he bent over and slid a hand between his thighs. I was a goner when he slid a finger inside his hole.