Chapter Twelve #2
Letting Ryder fuck me was by far the hottest thing I’d ever done.
Not to mention how amazing it felt. My cock flowed a steady stream of precum all over my stomach, only ever increasing along with his pace.
All because of what he was doing to me. The in and out of his cock was perfect. Amazing. Better than anything.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Finn.” Ryder was out of breath, and his face showed the signs of a battle I didn’t know he was waging. “I fit inside you like a fucking glove. It’s so hot and tight, but not too tight. It’s perfect, man. Holy shit.”
“Oh my god, Ry. Fuck me, man. Fucking…. Fuck me.”
Ryder grunted and gave me what I asked for. Not a pounding, but a steady, thorough fucking.
My eyes closed, and my head dug into his couch cushions. I became a moaning, blithering mess. Were there words mixed in? Maybe? It didn’t matter. I could’ve confessed to anything, but neither of us would’ve cared. Nothing mattered. Only him and me, his cock, my ass. Him moving in and me giving out.
It wasn't just me either. What little space I had in my head for what Ryder was saying and doing was consumed by how into it he was.
There were affirmations like telling me I was perfect.
But it was more than that. It was his eyes when mine were open to meet them.
And the sound of his voice, always about to lose it, not just his cum but his entire self.
The way he trembled, or how he kept running his palms up and down my body in a sweaty, frenzied awe.
Having sex with Ryder was impeccable, and beautiful in a way I’d never experienced before.
That was it. That was something I’d been missing for my entire life. This was why people had sex. Why they liked it so much. It wasn’t about the internal prostate massage, or how fucking dirty and sexy it was to have a man fuck my ass. No, it was more than that.
I’d never fucked a girl without thinking I could’ve had a better time with my hand. What Ryder was doing to me, no, what we were doing to each other, was as close to jerking off as a gecko to Godzilla.
He fell on me, changing the angle of his cock, and capturing my mouth with his. Being surrounded by him, tasting him, and feeling him inside me was even better than before. I wished it could’ve lasted longer.
“I’m close,” he said after releasing my tongue from the hottest kiss of my life. “Can I come in you?”
“Yes. Please. Fucking come in me, man. I want it. Fucking bad.”
Ryder grinned, growled, and sat up. Once he did, he put my legs on his shoulders and gripped my thighs tight.
Then came the pounding. Hard, deep, and meant to bring him over the edge.
I couldn’t stop watching. It was obscene in the best way.
His face, his body, his chest hair wet with sweat, and his mouth curled in a snarl.
“Fuck, Finn, FUUUUUCK,” Ryder roared and slammed all the way inside me.
We were still for the first time since he entered me. And I felt it. He dragged his eyes closed, while his mouth did the opposite. But I felt his cock twitch and throb, and a boiling heat spread in my gut.
Before I could comprehend what was happening, digest it in any meaningful way, Ryder grabbed my cock, but didn’t get the chance to stroke it.
“FUCK!” I remember hearing myself shout before feeling the warmth of my semen land on my stomach.
Then, nothing. Blackness. The glow of the sun, exploding into the void, its light so bright that there was nothing else. Inside and out. Pleasure so intense it overloaded, then reset me like a goddamn phone. It was the best physical sensation I’d ever experienced.
The best thing, period, was waking up seconds later, with Ryder’s weight on top of me, and his cock still inside.
We were both sweaty and huffing. I was beat.
Done. Exhausted. But I couldn’t resist running my fingers through his damp hair.
I might have died there with his cock inside me, and he had brought me back to life.
I wanted to touch and feel him, all of him, all over me, until the actual sun exploded.
Ryder lifted his head and kissed me. It was gentle and sweet. Our tongues met, but hugged rather than wrestled.
“Holy fucking…” He looked at me. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had. I’m not kidding.”
“Me too.” My voice strained. “No fucking joke.”
He laughed, and then so did I. He kissed me, and I kissed him back. When he sat up, I missed his heat and his weight. When he removed himself from inside, I missed that the most.
Once he was out, I whimpered. He smiled and said, “Don’t move.” I didn’t.
He was back in less than a minute, with a towel and a bottle of water.
I downed the water while Ryder wiped the cum off my stomach, then kissed my whole body.
He crawled behind me and wrapped me in his arms. I wasn't sure what was better, the physical aspect of getting fucked, the knowledge that his sperm was inside me, or being so cared for after, like I was a precious thing that needed to be tended to with reverence.
I sighed and melted into him. I’d never felt that content in my life. I’d have given my right arm to feel it again, and often.
“How’re you doing?” His voice was close to a whisper.
“Good. Great. Fantastic.”
“Sore?”
“Maybe a little. But a good sore, you know?”
He chuckled. “I do, yeah. Just be mindful, it’ll still be sore down there when you sit for a few days.”
I snorted. “Noted.”
He squeezed me tighter. His lips played on the nape of my neck, his breath hot on my cooling skin.
After a few moments, he asked, “No, really, you okay?”
“Yeah, man. That was fantastic. I’m glad we did it. I’m glad it was you.”
“Me too.” He clutched ever tighter.
“Why?”
He hesitated. “I just want to make sure you’re not regretting it post-nut.”
“Nope. Not at all. Not even a little.”
“Good. You took a long time to answer before, and I thought for sure I was a giant POS for even asking. ‘Cause even if this—” he patted my butt, “—wanted it, this might not be ready,” he tapped my head. “But if you’re good, I’m great.”
Fuck. I had hoped it only felt too long in my head.
“Nope. Was just a lot to take in, is all.”
Ryder stiffened a fraction behind me. “Yeah? Like how?”
“I just… get caught up sometimes.” He remained silent, and I went on. “Like my head goes too fast. I wanted to say yes, but couldn’t.”
“Yeah?” Ryder said after a beat.
“Yeah. I was also afraid it would hurt. It didn’t so…”
Ryder chuckled. “Seriously. You about swallowed me whole. I always liked an experienced bottom, but I guess someone born to be fucked is even better.” He laughed again, then snuggled closer to me. “Was that it?”
“I mean, having sex with a man, and being the… born bottom is maybe a lot to take in.”
Ryder shifted and turned me around to face him. “I didn’t mean it like that. If it’s any consolation, I’m vers. You can fuck me too.”
Was he worried he’d offended me or something? My chest felt weird, and this strange buzzing filled my stomach. I needed to wipe that look off his face.
“No, no. I mean, yeah, I’d love to fuck you, but I just meant, like, sometimes I spiral. Or get like… paralyzed. It hasn’t happened since I was a kid.”
“Anxiety?”
“Something like that, yeah.”
“Have you ever talked to anyone about it? Been diagnosed? Tried treatment or medication?”
I laughed. “Are you ever not a doctor?”
Ryder’s face flushed, and he smiled. “Point taken. But the first question stands.”
“Once. When I was little.” Ryder’s face didn’t budge. “I used to get these crushing spiral things. I couldn’t do shit while it was happening. A coach of mine told me to just not think about it, and I stopped overthinking about stuff. I haven't had one of them in a long time.”
Several thoughts crossed Ryder’s face. “That’s not… so you just don’t… but you think it’s overthinking? Because that coach told you… That’s not how that works, man.”
“I don’t know. Seems to work for me.”
Ryder’s face changed. “You know what? I never knew that about you, but it makes sense.” He kissed me and pulled me tighter against his body. After a few beats, he said, “Do you get post sex munchies? I’m starved.”
I nodded into his collarbone, and we soon got up, got dressed, and he made me afternoon eggs. They were good, but nowhere near as good as the chef.