Chapter 29 #2
“If I was a romantic, I’d say my heart only beats for you,” I tell him. “And that you can have it.” I laugh, barely able to catch my breath as I think about him slicing me open to rip out my beating heart.
Or would he take it slowly, cradling it and easing it out a little bit at a time?
Would I actually be able to see my own heart before I died?
Ryker glances up at me with a smile. “Don’t come.” Then he wraps his lips around my cock.
“How the—” I begin, but a strangled sound interrupts my words. “How the fuck,” I pant, “am I supposed to keep from coming—” He takes the head of my cock deeper into his mouth, and I stop bothering trying to talk.
I don’t close my eyes, though.
I want to watch him sucking me, even if it’s so hot that I’m not sure I will be able to hold back for long.
He keeps his weight on my legs, preventing me from moving. I know if I even so much as lift my hands, he’s going to stop. All I can do is lie there and take it, take the pleasure he’s practically forcing on me. It spirals through my body, and my face heats from arousal and borderline disbelief.
I didn’t even know Ryker could suck cock like this.
I didn’t imagine he ever would.
It’s so much, too much, and after all the denial, I find myself dangerously close far too soon.
“Please,” I beg. “Please, please, Ryker, let me come.”
Ryker pulls off of me with an obscene sound.
I groan in disappointment, my cock bobbing amidst my desperation.
His lips glisten with saliva. “You want to come in my mouth? Or on my cock? Think carefully, because it’s going to be a while before you get another.”
“It is not,” I whine. “Oh, fuck, fine. Um.”
I want both. I want him to go back to sucking me, but I want to feel him in me as well.
“On your cock,” I tell him. “I want to feel you so deep inside of me.”
“Good brat,” Ryker says. He gives my cock one last lick—please let this not be the last time ever—before he sits up. He pushes my legs up. “Grab your thighs. Spread wide.”
I obey without hesitation, even though it’s all I can do not to simply grab my cock and claim the orgasm he’s been denying me for forever. My fingers are trembling against my thighs, and I lift up my ass as much as I can. “Like that?”
“Like that,” Ryker agrees. He fumbles for something next to the sleeping bag. It’s lube.
He must have put the lube there when he was setting up the tent.
I don’t know why that makes my heart beat even faster.
Ryker drips a generous amount of lube onto my hole and shoves two fingers in without preamble. “Loose enough?” he asks after barely five seconds.
“Yeah,” I pant. “Yeah, it’s fine. Come on. I’m ready.”
He laughs again.
Weirdly, I don’t think any of my fuck partners have laughed this much before.
Get yourself a man who shares your sense of humor, or gets off on your suffering. Same difference.
Ryker gets his glorious cock out and drags his lube covered hand over it once before he lines himself up. “My murderous little brat.” He shoves inside like that, without preamble or preparation.
I come instantly. It’s as unexpected as it is intense, like I’d been building up for so long that the release is beyond sexual. My toes curl, my entire body arching as cum paints our stomachs.
“Fuck!” I cry out, digging my own fingernails into my thighs.
Ryker bursts out laughing even as he keeps thrusting. “Fuck. You really were hard up,” he says between laughs. “Next time all I’ll have to do is run a…” He groans and thrusts in harder. “Run a single finger over your cock.”
“Oh, no, you don’t,” I tell him. “I get the red carpet treatment. Blowjob, anal, whatever I want. If I have to suffer, it’s gonna be worth it in the end.”
I rest back hard against the sleeping bag, which gives me next to no protection against the hard ground beneath my back, and stare up at him. His face is illuminated by the lantern, and like this, he looks normal.
I guess we both do.
“Would you have… Would you have murdered anyone else, if I hadn’t been the one to pick you up that day?” Ryker asks. His eyes flutter shut, and he must be getting close too.
I consider the question. “Probably. Eventually,” I tell him. “Maybe not so many, so fast, but it was like a taste I craved. The second one was only because I wanted to. What about your first? Did you know you’d keep going?”
Ryker smiles. “It was a friend. He was hot. And hitting on me. But when I tried to follow through…” He groans again. “When I tried to follow through, he freaked out. I brained him with a rock.”
One of his particularly deep thrusts sends a spasm through me, and I think that if I could’ve come again, I would have right then. I let out a low, pleased sound. “I want to know more. About him, about others, about everyone and everything,” I tell him. “The sounds, the smells, all of it.”
Sweat trickles down Ryker’s forehead. He leans forward, and a drop of it lands on my face.
“We’ll see. When you earn it,” Ryker says before he slams into me again with a long, low groan and fills me with his heat.
I whimper, and I tighten my grasp on my thighs to keep myself from reaching up for him. “Can I touch you now?” I demand.
Ryker pants heavily for a few seconds. My thighs burn from the strain of the position.
Then he smiles. “Yeah. Sure.”
I release my thighs with a sigh of relief then wrap my arms and legs around him. I pull him down for a kiss, demanding that he touch me, that he taste me. I think I can taste myself on his tongue still, and if I pretend, I can imagine I taste blood too.
“I’ll go with you,” I tell him abruptly between kisses. “I have to let things die down first, with the investigation and all. But I’ll go.”
He keeps kissing me until his cock softens and slides out of me. I’m disappointed by the loss, but I remind myself that this will happen again.
“We can make a late summer of it,” Ryker says. “I have a few jobs lined up in Rhode Island. I’ll finish those and pick you up. That’ll be… middle of August.” He kisses my jaw. “Can you stay out of trouble for two months?”
I hum. “I think I’m sated for now,” I say, and I am. I don’t feel the urge to take a life right now. Between Redding’s death and the sex with Ryker, some void inside of me feels like it’s been filled.
That feeling of satiation will dissipate slowly, draining like fluid from a cup, but in the meantime, I think I can behave.
I pause, though, my eyes flying completely open as the implications hit me. “Wait. Wait, wait, wait. You don’t mean I won’t see you for two months, do you?”
More like, I won’t get to come for two months.
Priorities.
Ryker bites my shoulder. “Maybe I’ll do a few video calls. But yes, I would be working for most of that time. Which you can’t join me for, because we need to lie low and you need to not get arrested by the FBI.”
I groan in displeasure. “You can stop by NB at least once, though,” I wheedle. “To reward me for the exceptionally good behavior I’m going to show you.”
“You’re going to show good behavior because I tell you to, you brat,” Ryker says, tweaking my nose. “And because you really want to see me again.”
“I do,” I agree. “Enough to break with civilization here and there.”
“We’ll find ways to make it worth your while.” Ryker yawns and rolls onto his back. I settle against his chest immediately, gratified when he wraps his arm around me.
I start to doze, only for Ryker to groan. “The blanket is over there. And the light is still on.”
“So you should probably fix that. Both those things,” I tell him around a yawn.
He flicks his finger against my head. “Nope. It’s your job.”
I grumble, but I sit up, ignoring both the cum on my stomach and what leaks out of my ass as I grab the blanket and turn off the light. “There,” I say. “Happy now?”
“Very,” Ryker murmurs. He kisses the top of my head. “But I bet you’re happier.”
“Mm.” I bury my face against his shoulder. “I am.”
It’s true, too.
And as I fall asleep beside him, I don’t think I could be more content.