Chapter 14 #3
“Like a dog?”
“Would you rather I piss on you?”
He pushed against his chest, but not very hard, stopping when Ryker tightened his grip yet again. “That’s disgusting.”
“That’s why I didn’t do it.”
“No, coming all over me is also disgusting.”
“Ah, so what you’re saying is you wanted me to come inside.”
“Yes.”
It was Ryker’s turn to be surprised. “Oh.”
He’d only been teasing, trying to rile him up on purpose as further distraction.
But he didn’t hate that response.
“Can you?” Rue took it a step further, absolutely stunning him into momentary silence.
At his reaction, Rue’s hands dropped to the button of his pants.
“Please, Ryk. If you don’t, I think I’ll carry this memory forever.
” He faltered, a terrified sob leaving him before he collected himself enough to continue.
“I don’t want my last memories of my mom to be this. ”
Seeing her cut in half had probably been traumatic enough. Ryker couldn’t imagine what he was going through, having to listen to her voice now, knowing it wasn’t real.
“Do it like in the rose garden.” Rue undid the button of Ryker’s jeans and then lowered his fly. “How it was after I’d seated myself. Rough and demanding. I want the pain and the pleasure. Want something tangible.”
“There’s literally a monster right outside,” he reminded. “Pretty sure it has eyes.”
“More of a reason to claim me in front of it. Show it I’m already taken. That I already belong to a monster, and whatever’s out there isn’t it.”
Shit.
The second Rue’s hand slipped down the front of his boxers, and found him hard, it was obvious he’d won.
Ryker had just enough sense left to glare back at Bowie. “Shut the door.”
The idiot took a step into the room, coming up short when Ryker lost patience.
“Shut the door or I’ll make you and that creature watch as I fuck him into oblivion,” Ryker threatened.
Bowie looked to Rue, but Rue kept his back to him, all of his focus on stroking Ryker’s cock, too stuck on the idea of getting it ready for use to care that his supposed best friend was about to turn into a perverted voyeur.
With nothing else to do, Bowie finally retreated, slamming the door shut behind him.
The second they were alone, Ryker took control, spinning Rue around and slamming his front down, bending him over the table.
He tore off his sweatpants and underwear in one go, leaving the material bunched around his ankles, then took a second to suck on his own fingers, wetting them, as he stared at Rue’s lifted ass.
The first finger was met with a bit of resistance, and a strangled sound was emitted from Rue. He didn’t tell him to stop or pull away though, flattening his hands over the smooth surface of the table instead, as if he thought that would somehow help.
“Whatever is out there is getting a great view,” Ryker said, eyes locked on that place between Rue’s parted cheeks, where that tight ring of muscle squeezed around his intruding finger, tugging and pulling with his movements.
“You watching?” he called over his shoulder.
“Watching him get fingered by big brother?”
“Rue!” The banging started up again, more rapidly.
“Do you think it’ll break through?” Rue sounded nervous, but Ryker shoved him back down when he tried lifting his upper body.
“If it interrupts us, I’ll kill it,” Ryker promised. Not wanting to listen to him argue, he added a second finger, spearing them through his tight passage. He curled and hunted for that sensitive spot, grinning when he felt the raised fleshy area and pressed against it.
Rue jolted as though electrocuted, shaking the table, sending abandoned silverware and plates clattering. “Oh gods!”
“I’m going to put my cock here,” Ryker teased. “Going to stretch you impossibly open and split you on my—”
“Ryker! Good Light!”
“Rue, stop! Rue!” the fake kept it up outside, sounding like it was crying now. Pulling off the horrified mother act to the letter. It would have been impressive if it hadn’t been aimed Rue’s way. If it wasn’t meant to cut him.
“No one gets to hurt you except me,” Ryker said, scissoring his fingers and then tapping against his prostate again. “No one gets to be in here except me. This place is mine. You are mine. Say it, sweetheart.”
“I’m yours!” He lifted his hips and moaned, his dick heavy between his thighs, dripping precome onto the floor between his feet. “More, Ryk! I need more!”
Ryker slid in a third and Rue hissed, rolling against him, move forcing those digits in deeper.
“Not enough.” Rue whimpered. “Please.”
“Going to make you wait for it. The way you made me wait.”
Rue shook his head against the table.
With his free hand, he delivered a hard spank, laughing when Rue howled, his body betraying him by gushing, clear fluid plopping onto the floorboards.
“You got my shoes dirty. Should I make you lick them clean?” A month ago, it wouldn’t have been a joke, but now, he clicked his tongue when Rue made as though to get up. “I was kidding.”
But hell, if his eagerness to please wasn’t sexy as fuck.