Chapter 32
THIRTY-TWO
I ’m still mad as hell that he tried to sacrifice himself for us, but I also couldn’t love him more.
It doesn’t mean I’ll let him get away with it though.
As soon as our bedroom door closes, I lean against it.
He stands in the middle, looking sheepish and a little shy for once.
Scrubbing the back of his head, he blows out a breath as he looks around nervously. “Ry?—”
“Don’t,” I snap, and his eyes land on me, wide and worried. “You don’t speak until I say you can.”
He blinks as I push away from the door and walk his way, ripping my shirt off as I go and dropping it to the floor. It drives him crazy when I leave my clothes lying around since he’s a neat freak, and I see his eye twitch before he drinks in my exposed chest, my clothes forgotten.
Stopping in front of him, I block his hand as he reaches for me. “You tried to leave me tonight. No, I don’t want to hear it. Dash was right. You were bad, and you need to be punished.”
His eyes heat as he watches me, his lips parting as he glances at my lips. “You want to punish me, baby boy?”
Gripping his throat, I watch his eyes widen as I tighten my fingers hard enough to leave bruises, but the desire in his expression flames brighter.
“I said not to speak,” I snap. “If you do it again, I’ll sleep somewhere else.
” When he says nothing, I grin. “Good boy.” I stare at his lips.
“I can think of a way for you to make it up to me.” I press my palm to the top of his head and push until he has no choice but to sink to his knees.
His smirk grows as he realizes what I want.
It’s rare to see him on his knees for me, as usually it’s the other way around.
I love when he takes charge and uses me.
It’s something I never had before, but right now, I want him to remember that he belongs to me.
I want to show him he isn’t going anywhere.
There is no Ryker without Fox.
There never has been and never will be. Without him, I would simply cease to exist.
I want him to let go so all those worries and thoughts flee and it’s just us.
Neither of us know how tomorrow will go. We could lose everything we have worked years for, but I don’t care because he loves me and I love him, and no matter what, we will have each other.
“Fuck, baby, look at you. You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he praises.
“I didn’t say you could speak.”
He smirks, and I shiver as he wordlessly opens his mouth and waits for me, obedient and submissive.
Gripping his hair, I yank his head back. “You want to taste me?”
He nods, and I run my other hand across his face, stroking my thumb over his open lips before shoving my fingers into his mouth. He sucks them as I watch, and when I pop them free, his tongue darts out and laps at them as I pull away.
“Push my pants down,” I demand.
He grips the waistband of my sweatpants and slowly pushes them down until they pool at my feet. Stepping out of them, I kick them away, now only in my boxers. He waits, his eyes narrowing as I drag it on until he understands I’m in charge. “Take me out.”
He slides his hand into my boxers, grips my rock-hard cock, and pulls me from them, stroking my length as he groans. I let him touch me for a moment, sliding my hips forward as pleasure hammers through me before I step back out of his grip. “I didn’t say you could do that.”
His eyes narrow further, his nostrils flaring. My desire is so strong, yet I want him to understand, so I grip my length and stroke it fast as I look at him.
He waits with his hands on his thighs until I can’t take it anymore, and I step forward, pressing my dick to his mouth.
“Suck me,” I order.
He eagerly wraps his lips around my length, tugging me closer until I slide all the way down to the back of his throat.
The sensation makes me groan, my eyes closing for a moment before I force them open and watch him.
He holds my stare as his head bobs, then he pulls me all the way from his mouth before sucking and licking my tip.
I grip his hair, dragging him forward, and he chuckles before swallowing me.
I use his mouth, fucking it hard and fast. My grunts are loud, but the wet sucking of his mouth is louder as pleasure consumes me.
I speed up, slamming down his throat, yet he doesn’t complain.
He watches me with such loving eyes, it undoes me, and when he reaches down and cradles my balls, squeezing and massaging them, I can’t hold back, but I still need him to understand.
He’s mine.
Pulling from his hot mouth, I stroke myself, pumping out my release, and it splashes across his chin and chest. He sticks his tongue out, catching it as I come, and when I stumble and fall, he grabs me.
“I played by your rules, baby,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse. My cum still drips down his chin, but he doesn’t care, and neither do I as he leans in and kisses me hard, standing with me in his arms before dropping me to my feet. “Now it’s time to play by mine.”
“Fox—”
He spins me around and slams me into the closest wall. The strength in his hands has my cock hardening once more as I remember how it feels when all that passion and desire is aimed at me. I just dared the wild animal and played with him.
I can’t fucking wait to pay for it.
My hands hit the wall with a slap as he shoves my boxers the rest of the way down and squeezes my ass.
“I’d let you fuck my ass to feel better, but we both know you’d enjoy it a lot more if I fucked you, baby.
I made a mistake, and I’ll make it up to you.
I’ll fill your pretty ass and give you more orgasms than you can count until you forgive me. ”
Fuck, I missed his dirty mouth. His filthy promises drive me insane as he kicks my legs open. “Fox,” I beg.
“That’s right, baby, say my name.” His voice is mean and hoarse as his dick presses against my ass, so thick and hard I shudder. He’s had me every single way by now, but every time feels like the first, and I can’t get enough. I’m just as crazy for him as he is for me.
I’ve never wanted another person so badly, like I might die if he doesn’t fuck me.
He knees my legs wider apart, and I feel him pressing against me. Anticipation has me smashing my face into the wall. “Am I still being punished? Maybe I shouldn’t fuck you?—”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I snap. “You better get inside me right fucking—” I moan as he buries himself inside me with one smooth thrust, stretching me to the point of pain, yet I love it. He holds me and places kisses along my shoulders and neck as I whine.
He begins to move, his teeth digging into the back of my neck as he pulls out and thrusts in. My hard cock is trapped between me and the wall, the pressure making me gasp as pleasure spirals through me. His bite deepens for a moment before he kisses it better.
He speeds up, but the closet next to us gets in the way. Snarling, he grabs me and throws me into the door, and then he’s on me again. He slams into me, and I stand on my tiptoes from the force. My fingers scrabble at the uneven surface, holding on as he fucks me hard and fast.
I bang into the door, my cry loud and unchecked.
Dash and Strike are used to it by now, but my face still reddens in embarrassment at how little control I have around him.
I used to struggle to come without imagining his face, and I never made a sound, but now I’m like a fucking porn star, crying out as I push back, demanding more.
His hands slap into the wood above mine before they slide down and he interlaces his fingers with mine. “I love how you still blush for me, even when I’m balls deep in your ass. You act like you haven’t crawled and begged for my cock before.”
“Fox,” I whisper shyly, and he chuckles. It was one time—okay, two, but fuck.
“I love it,” he croons. “I love how you look amazed each time, as if you can’t believe how much you love it. It drives me wild, and those little moans you make?” The door rattles from the force of his next thrust as he proves just how much he loves it. “Fucking bliss.”
“Please,” I beg as my pleasure grows. He tilts my hips back and hits that spot inside me that has me seeing stars.
“Come for me, baby,” he orders. “Let me feel it.” I come, yelling into the wood, and he follows me with a grunt, filling my ass with his cum before slipping out of me. Our hands are still together as we lean into the door, panting and shaking.
“You don’t get to leave us,” I remind him.
“Never,” he says, kissing my sweaty neck. “But feel free to punish me anytime.”
Sitting opposite the same men from yesterday, I feel more confident now that Dash and Strike are with us—a united front.
Fox and I spent the rest of the night in bed, pushing each other to the brink before we had to get ready and come to this meeting.
My ass is sore, and I’m exhausted, but I don’t care as I look at Fox.
He understands that he belongs with us now, no matter what.
“As we discussed last night, Fox, here is the NDA for you to sign,” Mr. Atlas says. Po looks sad, glancing between us, and I gaze up at Fox, waiting.
“I have changed my mind.” Fox glances at us and then sits taller. “I’ll be staying in the band. We are happy to keep the suspension, pending your decision, but I’m not going anywhere.”
“Last night—” Mr. Atlas starts.
“Was a mistake. I wanted to protect my bandmates, but after speaking to them, I realized it would only hurt them. We started Sanctuary together, and if it were to end, then it would end with all of us. I’m sorry to have bothered you.”
“We understand your stance on this, but we request to remain together. We will await your decision on the suspension.” Dash stands and nods his head. “Let’s go home.”
Blinking at his sudden stubborn streak, I stand as Fox takes my hand, and we head out. Downstairs, however, Po catches us.
“I knew you’d make the right decision.” He grins at Fox and then us. “I managed to convince them to let you carry out your prior engagements, so the ads and your charity concert.” He moves closer, lowering his voice. “It’s your chance.”
“Our chance?” I frown, unsure what he means.
He sighs as he looks between us. “The public got you where you are now—obviously you’re talented—but they are the reason you were noticed. Let them do that again. Let your story be heard and bring it into the light rather than hiding in the shadows. Don’t give the label a choice.”
“Why would you tell us that?” Strike asks.
“I’m on your side. I don’t agree with their decision at all, but they went above me, so let’s work together on this plan and not give them a choice.” He glances around before stepping back. “I’ll come by tomorrow to help you with the preparations. For now, do what you’re doing and trust me, okay?”
With no other option, we leave the building, and when we’re back in the car, Fox smiles.
“What is it?” I ask curiously.
“Po has a plan. I think he’s right, but even if he isn’t, how about we give our fans one last epic show?”