Page 50 of Reckless On Ice

“Please touch me,” I demand, needy already.

He smiles, satisfied as hell as he sits back on his heels between my knees, still not touching me. “God, I like you pathetic for me. You know, I picked HandyManCan on the Vers app because he reminded me of you. I pictured your face, not knowing it was actually you on the other side of the screen. How am I the lucky fucker that got that wish fulfilled?”

Shaking my head, I brush my fingers over his cheek. “I never thought you would use an app like Vers. I couldn’t have guessed I would find you. Seriously, stop talking and touch me before I take over.”

He licks his lips as he runs his hand along my leg and squeezes my thigh, pulling my pants tight and highlighting the tent my cock is making.

“You told me I hit on a top-three fantasy for you the firsttime we talked. I want to make your dreams come true. Now, take your fucking pants off and let me see that big cock of yours before I go crazy.”

Ryder pushes his sweats down faster than I can, falling to his side and trapping my legs in his rush to kick them off. We wind up a tangle of legs and pants. We’re laughing when we finally end up naked, and it helps dispel some nerves to laugh with him and not be so serious despite how fucking charged the moment is with sex and testosterone.

“Oh, Jesus, fuck,” I swear, taking Ryder in as he lies fully naked on my bed, his fat cock hard forme, his eyes twin pools of lust forme.The fun and laughter is extinguished as my cock jerks painfully, standing fully erect and so hard I could punch through the drywall. “Baby, I don't know what’s going to happen when you touch me, just know I’ll enjoy all ten seconds of it before I blackout with pleasure and make a giant mess of us both.”

Ryder shivers, his eyes closing in pleasure as he smiles. “I fucking love when you call me baby in that deep voice of yours. It feels like you’re scratching my scalp and tugging my balls at the same time.”

He grabs the bottle of lube and climbs over my legs, settling so he’s straddling my thighs, showing his hip flexibility to great advantage. As he adjusts, his cock brushes mine and I swear the world explodes around me from that tiny touch.

I groan and reach for him, cupping the back of his head and bringing his face to mine to kiss him. His hips flex as he leanshis chest against me. His cock rubs mine with each roll of his hips, mine bucking erratically as I fight the urge to roll him over and rut against him, and oh fuck, I could come just from this. I have a long way to go to last with a partner, it seems, but Ryder doesn’t appear concerned about my stamina. He kisses me savagely, his tongue twisting with mine before he pulls back and bites my lip. My eyes roll at the delicious feel of him kissing down my neck as his hips rock, and I get every bit of friction I was hoping for.

He plants his hands on my chest and pushes himself back like he needs the extra help. We’re both a little frenzied, and it’s good to see him just as breathless and turned on as I am.

“You’re not as innocent as you say. You’re a fucking devil,” he says with a bemused laugh as he pops the cap of the lube and pours some in his hand. “Good thing I like you naughty.”

Any retort I could have made is cut off when he palms my cock, slicks it with lube in a smooth pass, and presses it to his. He leans back on one hand, his quads and abs flexing as he slowly flicks his wrist in the most wonderful, tortuously slow pace imaginable to jack us off together.

“Ooooh fuuuck,” I groan, reaching for him and gripping his ass, needing to sink my fingers into his flesh and hold on because I’m about to blast off into the damn solar system having this fantasy fulfilled. I feel drunk with lust, pleasure, and Ryder. My eyes flick between the delicious sight of Ryder’s hand around our cocks, and the alluring picture of his lip caught in his teeth as he stares down at where we’re connected,not sure what I like more.

“Ah, fuck, Knox, this is better than I imagined,” he groans, letting his head fall back, his hand working us a little faster.

“You have no fucking idea,” I grit out, getting even higher on the sensations of Ryder above me, his hand around me, my cock rubbing against his. I need him to move faster, and I need to touch him.

I let my hand drop from his ass and move to where he connects us. He seems to sense what I need and twists his wrist, opening his fingers so he releases his cock for me to grip while he circles mine entirely. I take a few slow, exploratory strokes up and down his length, learning him while he continues to stroke me slowly. Feeling his veins, where he’s ridged, where he’s extra sensitive, where his head flares out, and what makes him pant when I squeeze. Then, I give in to the urge to have him whining my name and give him short, vicious pulls that mimic what I remember he would do to himself.

His mouth falls open as his hips snap unconsciously with my motion. He chants my name as he finally, mercifully, speeds up his strokes on me, and I get some of the relief I crave so badly.

“Knox…Knox, oh shit, yes,” he grunts as his cock swells in my fist.

“Baby, just like…” I groan, lost to the moment as my release builds faster than a bullet train and Sparta kicks me right over the edge with Ryder. Hot cum hits my stomach and coats my hand, and I’m not sure who it came from, but I know Ryder iscovered as well and doesn’t seem bothered as we both slow our frantic hands and breathe heavily.

“Your cum gutters are working,” Ryder says, breathless and still teasing.

I look down and watch as cum slides down the V lines of my abs he was so interested in earlier. “Yours or mine?” I ask as he watches in rapture.

“Yours, and it won’t be wasted.” He moves off my thighs and lays flat on his stomach over my legs so he can lick the cum off my abs. This filthy, depraved boy.

I laugh as his beard and tongue tickle the sensitive skin of my lower hips. Gripping a handful of his hair, I pull him up, then grab a pair of boxers, not sure which of ours they are, and quickly run them over my stomach and then Ryder’s. I lie down before holding my arms out in invitation. Ryder doesn’t hesitate, he crawls up next to me and covers me with his body, putting his head on my chest, right where my neck and shoulder meet. He hitches his leg over my hips tightly as I wrap my arms around him.

My heart is so full I feel like bursting.

But my stomach chooses that moment to let out a loud rumble under Ryder’s fingers that are gently tracing over my skin, alerting me that I came home starving and was planning to eat before I was side-tracked so thoroughly.

“I made you dinner,” Ryder says, propping his chin on my chest. “It’s probably cold by now, but everything can be reheated.”

“Is that what you were doing in my kitchen when I came home?” I ask, fighting my smile. Ryder making kind overtures is rare, and I’ll take every single one.

“I figured I might have a better chance of earning your forgiveness if you had a full stomach, but looks like finally owning my shit worked pretty well.”

“Yeah, it did, baby. But dinner is still appreciated.” I kiss his head and unwrap my arms from his back so we can get up. I roll out of bed once he’s untangled his legs from mine, and walk to the bathroom.

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