Chapter Twenty Eight
Finn
It was so rare to see Ryder stunned. But it was also adorable. And hot. He was just hot. That’s it. That’s all. Then he laughed, making him hotter still, and tackled me.
“I’ll show you good,” he said, accompanied by a tickle barrage that ended with his lips on mine and my hands inside his shirt.
When he sat back, he looked into my eyes. His were still glassy, but the rest of his face was a mix of hunger and longing, joy and sorrow, hope and apprehension. “I fucking missed you.”
“It’s only been a day.” I didn’t know where my playfulness came from. But having his body on mine made everything else in the world feel trivial. “But I missed you, too.”
Ryder smiled and kissed me. Then again, and again until we were making out. Slow at first, unlike the kisses we just shared, but ramped up. Moments ago, we were reconnecting, allowing each other to touch again. Now we were priming our engines. Working one another up until our cocks took notice.
We didn’t rush. Ryder took his time undoing my shirt, his lips never leaving mine. His mouth traveled down my chest, making his favorite pit stop to bite my nipples. When he was at my belly button, he sat back, undid my pants, and took them off, leaving me in just my underwear.
“No matter how good you look in clothes, you look better out of them.” Ryder’s face was red, and his smirk was on fire.
“You too,” I said, sitting up to take his shirt off.
He laid me back, and we made out for several more minutes. My legs drifted around his body, and I was sure he was going to fuck me on the couch. Instead, he said, “Hold on,” and lifted me up.
Ryder carried me to his bedroom and collapsed on the bed with me still in his arms.
He was smiling and breathing heavily. “Did you gain weight, or am I still that hungover?” Ryder asked.
“Yeah, you look hungover. Where the fuck did you go last night?”
“New York.”
“New York?! What the fuck?”
He laughed from his belly, the vibrations hitting me from the way we were lying all over each other. “Yeah. I met up with Rickie and her boyfriend Kris, those people we met at LIV? They gave a therapy session with a drag queen named Caressa Mae.”
I blinked rapidly. “Fucking what?”
Ryder laughed harder, then kissed me. “I’ll tell you the whole story later. Once we deal with these.” He pressed his hard cock into mine.
“Deal,” I said, then stripped off his shorts and underwear as fast as I could, flinging them across the room and leaving him nude.
Damn, Ryder had an amazing cock. Long and thick, with those big balls hanging lazily in their sack. And he smelled good, too. Like a man. Like him, like Ryder. Like home.
I gathered his soft, loose balls in one hand, and the hard heat of his dick in the other, before sucking that man’s cock as hard as I could.
“Oh, fuck yes, babe…”
Ryder massaged my scalp as I sucked him. He let some precum out into my mouth every so often, and I’d swallow it down. Every time I tasted his, I couldn’t believe I’d never tried my own until he showed me.
I knew he was about to stop me when I felt his balls tense in my hand. “My turn,” he said with a gentle push on my head.
I lay on his bed and let him strip my underwear off. Then luxuriated in the feeling of his tongue all over my most intimate areas. Ryder loved to lick, kiss, and suckle me down there, but I loved letting him more.
He set to work sucking my cock. Not to make me come, which he could’ve done had he wanted to. No, Ryder was just pleasuring me. Letting me enjoy his talent and knowledge of the male body. Or, no, not the male body, mine.
Ryder had learned every one of my erogenous zones, every little trigger that sent me into overdrive. He knew, with the flick of his tongue or a tiny bite, how to turn me into a quivering pile of male need. And once he had me there, he knew how to satisfy my every urge.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Ry—FUCK!” I hollered as he licked a strip from just above my hole, between my balls, up my cock, and down his throat.
Ryder deep-throated me for eons. Long enough for the world to dissolve into nothingness. For every part of me, inside and out, to scream his name. Or until I blacked out for a few seconds from pleasure, then came to, about to come.
I didn’t need to tell him. He sat back with the speed and energy of a man who wanted more than a load for dinner.
“That was fucking close,” I breathed.
“I know.” He smirked, but we were both staring at my cock. It was bright red and twitching, pulsing through several false ejaculations. Once it had calmed down, Ryder asked, “Can I fuck you?”
“You have to ask?”
“Don’t have to, but I like to hear you say it.” His smirk melted into a smarmy smile. Then reached into his nightstand to get the lube.
“Please fuck me, Ry. I need it.”
We slowed down as he pressed his cock to my entrance.
I was on my back while he was on his knees.
We’d fucked so many times, but it felt different.
We were different. We knew parts of the other that no one else in the world did.
And maybe for the first time, we were sharing ourselves, inside and out, totally and completely, body and soul, with another person.
I gasped when he breached me. He let the head sit there so I could adjust. Then he slowly impaled me with every one of his eight inches. And when he was fully seated, he put my legs on his hips and came down to press his lips to mine.
Ryder fucked me slowly. It was intense and intimate, and perfect.
When his lips weren’t kissing mine, they were on my neck.
Not in some frenzy of lust, but a devotion of pleasure, nipping and kissing all the places I liked.
My earlobe, the very base of my skull, where my neck meets my collarbone, he knew them all.
He laid his head in the crook of my neck, but didn’t stop fucking me. His hips never lost force or speed, but he held me, and I held him back. The two of us joined how we were supposed to be. It was perfect and beautiful, and right.
When he lifted his face to mine, he said, “I love you so much, Finn.”
He spoke with his eyes more than his lips. Apology and promise, declaration and clarity, permanent and chosen.
“I love you, too, Ryder.”
His pace picked up as he kissed me again. Soon, he whispered into my mouth, “I’m close, babe.”
“Come in me, baby. Fill me up. Please.”
A moment later, “I’m gonna come.” Then he groaned and went still. His cock pulsed and twitched deep inside me, filling me with himself, the warmth spreading in my stomach. I was brimming with him and his love. Two things I could never go without again.
When he was done, he let his full weight rest on me. I rubbed his back and played with his hair. A minute later, he moved, and I reached between us to finish myself off. But he took my wrist and moved my hand away.
I looked at him, and he said, “No. Let’s try a redo in the shower, but you fuck your load into me.”
“Yeah?” I said, still hung in the bliss of being with him, but excited to fuck him again.
“Absolutely. Boyfriends fuck each other, right?”
“Absolutely.”
Once in the shower, with the hot water cascading down our bodies, I entered Ryder for the second time ever. He groaned and took me to the hilt. It didn’t take me long, and I didn't have to fuck him hard or fast.
When I was close, I turned his chin over his shoulder and said, “I love you, boyfriend.”
“I love you, too.”
I kissed him, gripped his hip with my other hand, and fucked him until I came. He braced against the wall, and I braced against him as I recovered. We washed each other from head to toe once we were ready.
When the water ran cold, he said, “C’mon, we’re already late. You don’t want to miss the zombie wedding, do you?”
“Never in a million years.” He kissed me, and we got out, holding hands and each other.