Page 122 of Lost Boy
I slip into an empty bedroom and pull Ry in behind me, locking the door and slamming my mouth to his. I need a detour before we find our actual room. Maybe a blowie too.
I bite my lip, chewing on the piercing and thinking hard before I push him against the wall and yank him down by his collar.
Ryder traces my mouth with his tongue, mapping every groove before tangling it with my own. He slides his hands down my back and grabs my ass, squeezing firmly before lifting. I wrap my legs around him, never removing my mouth from his.
He walks us backward and sets me on the mirrored dresser, standing between my spread thighs.
“What do you want, Blue? I booked a room on another level,” he pants.
“I-I can’t wait. I need you to suck me. Right now.Here.Please.”
Ryder unbuttons my pants, and I lift up, allowing him to peel them and my briefs down my ass.
My cock bobs out, already hard and leaking. I have been for a while. Watching him dance got my pulse racing.
Ryder leans down and swipes his tongue from base to tip, swirling it around the head before swallowing me whole.
“Fuck!” I shout, startled by the immediate force he starts sucking me off with.
“Goddamn, Ry. Slow down. I’m gonna blow.”
He pops off, taking deep breaths. “Good, ’cause I need you back in our room. Where I have lube. So I can fuck you.”
I groan, dropping my head against the mirror, my hole twitching in anticipation. “You can just use spit. It’s fine. I need you, Ry.” I’m drunk and horny and whiny. I know that’s not the smart thing to do. That it’ll hurt. But I just need my boyfriend inside of me.Now.
“Fuck, Blue. I can’t do that to you. I won’t hurt you. I’m going to make you come with my mouth, and then we’re going back to our room. Where I can fuck you properly.”
Ryder dives down again, taking me to the back of his throat and rolling my balls in his palm.
I thread my fingers through his curls, adding light pressure. Ryder hums, and the vibration shoots through my cock and straight to my balls, causing them to draw up. I’m seconds away from lift-off. “Ry. Gonna come,” I manage to grit out seconds before I shoot my load down his throat.
Ry chokes and sputters around my length, the back of his throat squeezing my tip and milking me even more.
“Fuuuck, Ry. Your mouth is so good.”
He pulls away from my softening cock, licking up every drop of cum before helping to tuck me away and zip me up.
“Let’s go. Now.” Ryder flicks his eyes down to the massive erection straining against the front of his tuxedo trousers because they’re not very restrictive. He looks sexy as sin with his white dress shirt halfway unbuttoned, showing off his firm, tan chest. The neon green tie rests around his neck, and his pale eyes gleam under the recessed hotel lighting.
I scramble off the dresser, nearly face-planting, all too eager to get to our room. And desperate for the prom king to fuck me.
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“Ungh!” I cry out unintelligibly from my seat on top of Ryder’s lap. I’m thoroughly impaled on his massive cock. The thing is splitting me in two, pressing deep into my guts.
My cock is leaking as it bobs in between us, untouched. I don’t even need to be touched as I brace myself on Ry’s firm chest, using the leverage to plunge myself up and down, fully sheathing his cock inside of me each time.
Ryder grabs my hips, pressing me firmly down onto his length and grinding his pelvis into my sensitive rim.
I throw my head back.
So. Fucking. Full.
I hold a hand to the front of my stomach and swear I can feel it bulging out as he grinds and swivels his hips into me, stretching and rubbing me in all the right places.
I pinch Ry’s nipples, rolling them between my fingers as he pulls out and shoves back in, nailing my prostate each time.
“Right there, Ry. Right there!” I call out, arching my back so he can get even deeper and press that spot even harder.
