Chapter 32
Thirty-Two
Ryell
Lane clicks his bedside lamp on, his gun still pointed in my direction. I don’t lower my hands, even though I know he wouldn’t harm me if I did. I want to give him a moment to adjust to—
A second later, Lane tosses the gun onto the bed, then launches himself at me, barreling into my chest. I let out an “oomph” and fall to the floor, but I’m careful to keep him from hurting himself.
“Ryell, Daddy, is it…” he sits up and looks at me with watery eyes. “You’re here.”
“I’m here, baby boy,” I say, running my hand over his face. “I missed you.”
Lane buries his head in my chest and sobs, and I hold him close, gently rubbing his back.
Then he sits up and slaps me hard across the face before I can stop him. He does it again, with more force this time. With a growl, I lock my hand around his throat, squeezing, but not hard enough to hurt him.
Still, Lane doesn’t let up, hitting me in my face and chest over and over while he cries, “You fucking left me! You broke your promise! I fucking hate you, Ry!” I finally have to grab both of his hands in mine before Lane can slap me again. He still struggles, trying to wiggle free from my hold.
With a yank, I haul him down to me and crush my lips to his. Lane immediately melts into the kiss, moaning and sobbing into my mouth.
I let his throat and hands go, then pull him to straddle my lap. Almost immediately, Lane’s dick hardens, brushing against mine.
Lane’s tears trail onto my cheeks as he frantically kisses me, darting his tongue in and out of my mouth. I let him take what he needs from me.
“Missed you, Daddy,” he mumbles between kisses. “Missed you so much.”
“I know, baby. I know.” I kiss him hard, sliding my hand into his panties.
Lane moans, shivering as my finger dips lower until I get to his hole. I tap it before pushing the tip of my index finger inside him. “You’re still mine, baby boy,” I growl, nipping his bottom lip before diving back in for another kiss.
He nods and wraps his arms around my neck. “Yours, Daddy. Only yours.”
Lane and I sit on the floor, kissing and touching each other, getting our fill after being apart.
Six months without Lane has been harder than I could have ever imagined.
I went over to Europe for a few months, hoping distance would help, but he was all I thought about.
I made up for the months I didn’t kill while I had Lane, grabbing tourists at random to sate my bloodlust. But I didn’t sketch or pose them.
Every time I tried, I was reminded of my boy, of the numerous drawings I had of him.
I’ve been back in the States for a few weeks and have been keeping a close eye on Lane. When I saw him this evening, after he almost caught me following him, I knew it was time to show myself.
He’s so beautiful. Since he’s been back in the real world, he’s filled out, gaining the weight he lost while he was with me, and packed on a few pounds of muscle. He also let his hair grow out. He’s so fucking gorgeous, and it hurt to stay away from him for too long.
I thread my fingers into his hair and pull his head back, smiling as Lane whimpers and tries to chase my lips. I nose at the column of his throat, drawing in his scent. “God, you smell good, baby boy. Bet you still taste good. Can I see if you taste as good as I remember?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he pants, grinding over my hard cock. “Missed you. Love you. Wanna taste you too.”
I hum as my chest grows warm. He still loves me. Fuck, I was afraid his anger would override how he felt about me. I’m glad to know I was wrong.
I get a good grip under his ass and rise to my feet. Lane laughs as I struggle a bit, but his giggles turn into a moan when I clamp my teeth to the sensitive skin at his throat.
We tumble onto the bed, Lane writhing in my arms like he’s trying to get close enough to live in my skin.
I slink down his body, eager to suck him.
When I’m face-to-face with his lace covered shaft, I lap at his cockhead, wetting up the material. Lane curses and spreads his legs, thrusting up into my mouth.
With a growl, I rip the underwear from his body—stuffing the material into my pocket—and suck Lane hard.
Lane cries out, holding my head in tight hands. My eyes close of their own accord as I groan around him, missing his taste. Precum spreads across my tongue, and I gulp it down greedily.
His fingers pull at the strands of my hair, and Lane fucks my mouth with abandon, mewling and moaning and babbling as I flatten my tongue on the underside of his shaft. I open my throat so he can use me, so he can take his pleasure from me. Pleasure we’ve both missed out on for the past six months.
“Oh, Daddy,” Lane moans, his hips stuttering against my mouth. “Please…let me taste you before I come. I want you gagging me when I blow my load.”
It takes some doing, but I maneuver myself around until my feet are facing the headboard without dislodging from Lane’s cock. He makes quick work of freeing my erection and closing his lips around my cockhead.
I pull off him and hiss, taking in the blissed-out look on Lane’s face as he swallows me.
“That’s right,” I murmur, jerking his cock as I push into Lane’s mouth. “Suck Daddy’s cock. Make me come, baby boy.”
I take him back in and bob on Lane with vigor, wanting his cum to flood my mouth.
Fuck, I have my Lane in my arms. That bright light that rested in my chest while he was with me in California is back, growing with every minute I’m in his presence.
Lane pops off my dick and moans, “I’m coming. Oh fuck, Daddy.” Then he engulfs me and floods my mouth with his seed. I swallow him down, my body vibrating as Lane moans and hums around my cock.
Pleasure licks up my spine when he tugs on my balls, my release shooting from me before I can warn him. Lane doesn’t seem to mind, swallowing me down. The sensation prolongs my orgasm, and I keep coming, emptying my full balls down his throat.
I slowly ease off his shaft, collecting any of his cum I didn’t catch. Sitting up, I maneuver back around, gathering a boneless Lane in my arms. He smiles up at me, and I return his grin before kissing him, our tastes mingling on my tongue.
“You okay, baby boy?” I ask.
He nods, resting a hand on my face. “I need you, Daddy,” Lane says in a thick voice, pulling me between his legs. His dick hasn’t deflated, poking me in the belly. Feeling his arousal has my cock rallying, thickening as I brush my shaft against his.
“I need you too,” I tell him honestly. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have left. I shouldn’t have given you up.” Lane gives me a pointed stare, and I chuckle. “I know, I know. But I’m here now.”
“I don’t have lube,” he mumbles almost shyly. “I haven’t…I haven’t touched myself since you…left me.”
My heart soars, even though it hurts at what I did to my boy. Even after our separation, Lane still belongs to me.
Giving him a quick kiss, I hop off the bed and head to his kitchen and find olive oil.
He smiles when he sees the bottle in my hand, and he spreads his legs, that sweet, sexy hole showing.
If I weren’t so eager to get my dick into him, I’d clamp my lips around his pucker and eat him out for the rest of the night.
But right now, I need in him. I’ll get his flavor on my tongue some other time.
Pushing his legs back, I stretch him, getting him ready and enjoying how warm and tight he grips my fingers. Once he’s loose enough to take me without pain, I settle between his legs and sink into his ass. I groan at the feeling of being with him, at coming home.
Lane wraps his legs around me, tears rolling into his hair. I pull back almost all the way, then push in languidly, rolling my hips as I fuck into him. Lane moans, his bottom lip trembling as he looks at me.
“Don’t leave me again,” he says, his voice rough from tears and pleasure. “Please, Daddy. Don’t make me live without you again.”
“I won’t, baby boy,” I vow, kissing him slowly as I gently rock into him. “You’re stuck with me.”
Lane sobs as I make love to him and I kiss away his tears, my arms wrapped tightly around him. I tell my boy how much I missed him and how good he feels. Lane gasps and moans and writhes under me, his legs hooked tightly around my back.
“I love you so much. So fucking much. Don’t let me go,” he whispers.
“Never,” I promise and kiss him, feeling his cock pulse and his cum spray between us. On a gentle wave, I explode inside him, whispering his name over and over.
Lane sighs, nuzzling at my neck. I kiss over his face—his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his chin before I take his lips in an unhurried kiss.
My soft cock slides out of him, and I roll to the side, bringing Lane with me. I missed having him like this, feeling him so warm and pliant in my arms. Now, I finally feel complete, not like half the man I was before I came for my boy.
“We have to talk, Ry,” he whispers, but he sounds tired. Content, but tired.
“Tomorrow. Right now, let me hold my boy until he falls asleep. Then we can talk as long as you want.”
“Okay. Daddy?”
I hum in acknowledgment.
“You owe me a new pair of panties.”