Page 42 of Just Forever

“Ryk, I swear to God,” I growl.

He smirks, licks his palm, then strokes my cock.

My head falls back for a moment before I push myself up on my elbow. I run the fingers of my other hand through Ryk’s dark hair until I’m gripping the strands at the back of his head.

“Do it,” I rasp, pulling him closer to my cock. “Come on, baby. Please. Suck me.”

Ryker takes the head of my cock in his mouth.

My hips arch upward immediately, hand still in his hair. Slowly, I push in as far as he can take me. When the tip of my dick hits the back of his throat, Ryk lets out a groan. He looks indescribable like this—on his knees for me, mouth full of my cock, eyes hooded.

“Ryk,” I gasp.

The devilish spark intensifies. He cups my balls while he starts to suck me in long, deep strokes, mouth moving up and down, tongue laving over the sensitive skin. Shivers run up and down my spine, making it feel liquid.

This attraction between us has always been just a bit too much. Explosive in its intensity. So loud and visceral that it’s still just a bit scary if I’m being honest with myself.

But I’m already on the ride, so even if it feels like it’s careening wildly out of control, it’s not like I’m going to get off. I can’t. All I can do is hold on and enjoy.

Ryk’s mouth and tongue are still busy on me, and he goes down on me almost worshipfully, sucking me so hard it feels like he’s trying to suck my brains out through my cock.

My body grows tighter and tighter with each pull of his mouth, and my hips start pushing up faster. I’m still gripping his hair. It has to hurt by now, considering how tightly I’m holding on, but I can’t seem to do anything about it.

“Ryk,” I gasp again, a harsh whisper of need. My hips snap up, cock deep in Ryk’s throat.

He jerks the base with his hand and sucks so hard his cheeks hollow.

I come with a harsh shout, cock pulsing against Ryk’s tongue, burst after burst hitting the back of his throat.

I fall back on the bed, my bones feeling like jelly.

Ryk keeps sucking and licking me while my cock softens in his mouth, before he makes his way up my body, one kiss at a time, until he reaches my mouth. My whole body is quivering with aftershocks, and I pull his head down until our lips meet. He pushes his tongue inside my mouth, and I can taste myself.

Every muscle in Ryker’s body is tense as he hovers above me.

I wrap my leg around him and roll us over. I land on top of him, and he groans out loud. Our hips are flush together, my soft cock cradled against his hard one.

“Move,” he rasps, grabbing my hips.

I start rubbing against him. We’re a mess of saliva, cum, and sweat, our bodies slick with the mix of it.

It only takes a few moments.

Hips flush against hips. Cock against cock.

He comes in a harsh exhale, body tightening beneath me, slick, hot heat pooling between our skin.

His arms wrap around me, and I slump down on top of him. Fingers play with the ridges of my spine.

“Feeling more relaxed now?” Ryk’s voice is a low rumble in my ears.

“Definitely. A bunch.” I’m slurring my words from being half-drunk with pleasure. “Now you just have to come to school with me and do it all over again when I get nervous, and we should be good.”

“That would make an unforgettable impression on your first day.”

I hum in reply while he keeps moving his fingers up and down my back, leaving tiny sparks of pleasure behind.

We’re both silent for a little while, and I’m close to nodding off.

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