Chapter 50 #3
“Yes. I’m just nervous,” I admit.
“I am too,” he says, shocking me. Ryder nervous? He kisses the side of my neck. “We go as slow as you want.”
“Why are you nervous?” I ask, leaning into his arms.
“Because I don’t want to do anything that might hurt you.
I’ve never been with a guy before, Holden.
” I figured that but hearing him admit it makes some of the nerves settle, knowing we would be each other’s first. What if he doesn’t like it?
What if it’s just curiosity, and once it’s settled, he changes his mind? What if he doesn’t want me after this?
“Talk to me,” he encourages, his arms still wrapped around me.
“What if you don’t like it? What if I’m not good enough?”
He presses his hard cock against my ass.
“Holden, I’m so fucking turned on right now that my cock is throbbing.
You did that to me with a kiss. There is no way in hell I won’t like whatever happens between us,” he says adamantly, turning me to face him.
“You’re important to me. Let me prove to you that you’re enough. ”
He pulled out the one thing I didn’t want to say.
That I’m not enough. For him. For Les. For this family.
I had it beaten into my head for years when I was locked up, and it’s a hard habit to break.
I still have moments when I’m with Les that I can’t figure out why she wants me. It’s time to let that go.
“Okay,” I whisper.
Ryder slants his mouth over mine, walking me backward until the back of my knees hit the couch.
I sit down with him following me, urging me to lie down.
He stretches his body over mine, never letting my lips go.
The longer we kiss, the more comfortable I feel.
He’s rubbing against me again, and I need more.
I pull my mouth away. “I want to feel your skin on mine.”
He helps my shirt over my head before sitting back on his knees, fisting the back of his shirt and jerking it over his head. Fuck. I have admired Ryder’s body from a distance, but now I’m going to feel it on mine.
He lays back down so we are pressed chest to chest, and I feel like I’m going to self-combust. Ryder is covered in muscles and tattoos.
He works hard on his body every morning, and every morning he trains me.
He taught me how to lift, box, do yoga, and do any other thing he knew.
He, Dex, and Gage helped me build the muscle I so desperately needed.
I run my hands down his bare back and hear him suck in a breath.
Knowing he’s just as affected as I am somehow makes it better.
I remember the feeling of my cock sliding between his lips when we were with Les.
I want that again, except, “I want to taste you,” I tell him, hoping he gets my meaning without me having to explain.
His breath rushes over my neck. “Fuck, Holden. You sure?”
“Yes.”
He stands up from the couch, kicking his boots off.
He strips out of his jeans, boxers, and socks before roughly palming his cock.
Ryder is standing completely naked in front of me, ready to do whatever I want.
I stand up and follow suit, stripping out of my own clothes.
Ryder pulls me close again, wrapping a big fist around both of our cocks.
Our hips are moving, fucking our cocks into his fist, the barbells from his piercing rubbing against the underside of my cock.
I remember what they feel like when we were both inside Les’ pussy, but this is different.
He kisses me again before letting my cock go and sitting on the couch.
He sits down with one arm on the back of the couch, the other still stroking his thick cock, his legs spread wide.
He looks so confident sitting there that it’s hard to believe he’s nervous.
The only thing that gives him away is the rapid rising and falling of his chest. I lay down on my side on the couch with Ryder’s cock right in my face.
My cock is so hard I couldn’t have laid on my stomach if I had tried.
I wrap a tentative hand around the base of his cock after he moves his hand before stroking it.
The piercings look like they hurt really fucking bad, but it looks sexy as hell on Ryder’s thick cock.
It also makes me scared of how that will feel sliding inside me.
Les says they feel amazing, so I’m going to keep that in mind so I don’t freak the hell out.
I lean forward and lick around the head of his cock. The first taste of the salty precum hits my tongue, and I already know I’ll be addicted to this taste. I make a few passes with my tongue before sucking the head into my mouth, still fisting the base.
“Goddamn,” Ryder groans, and I feel his thighs stiffen underneath my arm.
I start slowly sucking his cock into my mouth, learning what he likes and doesn’t, just like I did with Les.
When his hips begin moving fucking my mouth, I know I got it right.
One hand of his hands is fisted at his side, and the other is still propped on the back of the couch.
I know he’s trying not to scare me, so I reach up and pull his arm down, placing his hand on the back of my head, letting him know it’s okay. I want him to take control of my mouth.
He groans before putting pressure on the back of my head, pushing down on it while pushing his hips up.
I moan against his cock and wrap a hand around my own.
I’m so turned on I could come right now.
He pushes a few times, testing my limits before he starts pushing to the back of my throat.
I can’t take him like Les can yet, but I’m going to make this good for him either way. He suddenly pulls my mouth off of him.
I look up, worried. “Did I do something wrong?”
He barks a laugh. “Fuck no. I was about to come.”
Relieved by that answer, I relax. “Isn’t that the point?” I quip.
“If you didn’t get it before, I don’t plan on coming down your throat, Holden,” he says, and the look on his face almost knocks the wind out of me. There is color high in his cheekbones, his eyes are entirely black, and he’s looking at me like I’m his last meal.
He reaches down and grabs his jeans, pulling what he hid before out of the pocket and tossing them back on the floor. It’s exactly what I thought it was…lube. He brandishes it in front of me. “Are you still sure?” I nod. “Words, Holden. I need your words for this.”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
He jerks me up to kiss him again. “Lay back.”
I lay back on the couch with him back between my thighs. “I’m going to get you ready,” he says softly, and I can’t get over how delicate he’s being. He always is with me, but he’s making sure he doesn’t do anything before he tells me.
The couch is huge, easily accommodating both of us even with my legs spread wide open with him between them, but somehow it feels too small.
I can feel Ryder everywhere, and he isn’t even touching me yet.
He squirts the lube on his fingers, then recaps it, setting it on the floor beside us.
He leans back down to kiss me slowly. When he feels me start to relax, I feel his hand slide between my ass cheeks.
I feel his slippery fingers slide across my hole and tense up again.
He pulls back from the kiss and kisses down my neck.
“Relax,” he encourages, still just rubbing his fingers in a circle.
I have to unlock each muscle physically, but the longer he rubs, the more I realize it feels good.
The moment he feels me relax, the first finger slides inside.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, grabbing onto his broad shoulders.
He starts slowly working his finger in and out.
I can’t describe the sensation at first, except it feels weird, and I feel hot, his fingers lighting up every nerve ending.
If this is just his finger, what would his cock do?
I groan at that thought, giving in to the sensations.
“That’s my boy.” Ryder kisses my neck again. “Let me make you feel good.”
I nod, ready for what he’s willing to give.
He kisses down my chest, his finger still moving inside me.
He sucks my cock into his mouth at the same time that he adds a second finger.
I tense up again at the burning sensation of being stretched, and he moves them slowly, letting me adjust while torturing my cock with his hot mouth.
“Oh God,” I pant when he rubs against something inside of me that I can feel in my fucking toes. My legs fall open further, giving him full access. He starts sucking harder on my cock, and I have to pull his head away. “I’m going to come.”
He grins. “We can’t have that yet now, can we?”
Ryder fucking Venchelli is grinning from between my legs, his mouth was just on my cock, and his fingers are buried in my ass. Is this a dream? Did I die and go to heaven?
He kisses back up my chest, laying his forehead on mine again. He starts fucking me harder with his fingers, and I almost lose it. I feel my hips start moving with his hand more than ready.
“Are you ready for my cock?” he asks, kissing my neck again. His breath washing over the wet skin makes me shiver.
“Yes,” I groan, almost ready to start begging.
“I’m bigger than my fingers.”
“I trust you,” I tell him honestly. He pulls back to look into my eyes.
“God, what are you doing to me?” he asks again before taking my mouth in a searing kiss.
He pulls back before reaching down with his other hand, grabbing the bottle of lube, and handing it to me.
“Lube my cock up,” he says, scooting up on his knees, still finger fucking my ass.
I squirt a generous amount on my hand before wrapping it around him.
His head falls between his shoulders with a groan when I stroke from base to tip.
“What position do you want this in?” he asks.
“I want to see your face,” I tell him. After what happened to me, I need to see his face as a reminder that this is Ryder. Plus, I need to look into his eyes to make sure he likes what he’s about to do.
“I was hoping you would say that,” he groans again.
I let him go when his cock is easily slipping through my fist. He slowly pulls his fingers from my ass and lines himself up with my asshole; still gripping the base, he pushes his hips forward, and I feel the head of his cock slide in.
I can’t help from tensing up, and he stops.
“Fuck, I don’t want to hurt you,” he grits out.
“Please, Ryder.” I’m not above begging at this point. I need to feel him inside me.
He puts his big hand on my thigh and pushes it so my pelvis is pointed up. Then he starts to push again, and I feel him pop past the resistance.
“Please don’t stop,” I tell him breathlessly. It hurts like a motherfucker, but I don’t want him to pull back.
He pushes his knees under my ass, lifting me more so he has more room to slide in. He braces his hands on the arm of the couch over my head and shoves his hips forward. His cock slides all the way, and I can feel every drag of his barbells scratching my nerve endings.
“Are you okay?” he asks when his thighs are firmly pressed against my ass.
I take several steadying breaths, breathing through the pain before I answer. “Yes.” I feel so fucking full, and it’s burning, then I feel a rush of pleasure. “You can move.”
He places both arms crossed under my head, then slowly drags back out. “Shit. You feel good,” he groans before sliding back in.
It still burns a little, but it’s mixed with such intense pleasure I don’t even care. He rubs my prostate with every slow drag in and out, making my whole body tingle. “Faster,” I groan, and he starts moving faster, causing my back to bow. “Holy fuck.”
My hands fly to his shoulders, and I take advantage of having full access to his body, running my hands everywhere. I want him to lose control and to fuck me like I’ve seen him fuck Les.
“Ryder,” I groan.
“Yeah, Bello?” he groans in my ear.
“Fuck me,” I beg. He feels amazing like this, but I need him to really move.
He shudders against me, and I can feel his carefully constructed control; I want to obliterate it.
He kisses me hard before levering up on his knees, jerking my hips to meet his thrust, giving me exactly what I want.
“I love your cock inside me,” I groan, and Ryder slams into me again.
“Fuck, Holden. I don’t know if I can hold back.” I can see the tendons standing out on his huge shoulders and his fingers flexing on my hips.
“I can take it,” I assure him.
His fingers tighten at the same time that a determined look crosses his face.
He starts moving faster and harder, ramming his cock into my ass, and all I can do is hold on.
His thighs are slapping against mine, our grunts and groans filling the room.
Besides being in Les’ pussy, I’ve never felt this much pleasure in my life.
Ryder wraps one hand around my cock, the other still braced on my hip. He starts stroking me in time with his thrusts, and I know I won’t last much longer.
“Damn, Bello,” he grunts, “I’ll never get tired of this ass.”
I can only groan in response with him hammering into my ass with his fist wrapped around my cock. I can feel my release building from my fucking toes; it’s the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.
“I’m going to come,” Ryder pants out. “Where do you want it?”
“Inside me.” I don’t even hesitate.
“Fuck,” he says, stroking me faster, trying to get me there at the same time.
I feel my spine start to tingle then my balls draw up. “Ryder!” I yell, busting all over my chest and his hand.
He hooks his hand back to my other hip, pounding three more times.
He holds himself deep inside me when I feel him swelling; my cock twitches at the feeling, so I wrap my hand around it, stroking it hard.
More cum pours onto my chest. “Holden,” Ryder groans, and it’s the most delicious sound in the world.
He collapses forward, catching himself on his hands beside my head. “Was that okay?”
I can’t help but laugh. “That was more than okay, Ryder.”
“Good,” he smiles, kissing me again. “It’s your turn next.”
I jerk back in surprise. “You’re going to let me fuck you?”
“Hell yeah,” he replies, and I can’t hide the shock. Ryder doesn’t seem like the guy to give up control like that. “I want to feel whatever had that pure blissed-out look on your face.” He looks down at my softening cock. “On second thought,” he jokes, talking about the size.
“Shut the fuck up,” I laugh.
He laughs, then pulls out with a groan, and I can feel his cum leaking out. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”
He stands up and then pulls me to stand from the couch, smacking my ass when I stand up, waggling his eyebrows.
And just like that, we’re Ryder and Holden again.
Just a little closer.