Page 90 of Lost Boy
I snort and roll my eyes, “Of course you do.”
“Damn straight. And you’re gonna love it.”
I climb off Ryder’s lap and pull my joggers and underwear down in one go. My already hard and weeping cock springs free, bouncing as I step out of my clothes.
Ryder’s hooded gaze zeroes in on my groin, and he licks his lips like he’s starving for a taste. My dick pulses, twitching and begging for his attention.
His giant hand engulfs my cock, giving me a firm squeeze before softly trailing his fingers down the sensitive underside ever so slowly.
I tip my head back and groan loudly, knowing we’re the only ones home and wanting Ryder to hear me.
He leans in, pressing his nose to the base of my cock and inhaling deep. “Mmm, you smell like strawberries and fresh soap. All the fucking time. Drives me wild.” He rubs his cheek against my shaft, the slight friction teasing me mercilessly.
“Fuck. Lick me,” I rasp out.
What is he waiting for?
“Nah.” But he gives me one long swipe of his tongue from base to tip, kissing my crown with soft lips. “Not here.”
Ryder reaches around and squeezes my ass, slipping a finger between my cheeks and caressing my hole. “Here,” he whispers somewhat cautiously.
Oh, holy fuck.
Lost for words.
I chew on my lip ring, nodding my head with half-lidded eyes as I stare down at him crouched before me.
“Get on the bed. Hands and knees.”
I scramble to obey, not giving my brain a chance to catch up with what’s about to happen. Ryder remains fully clothed, and something about that gets me even hotter. I stare at him over my shoulder, and he stares back, the lust thick between us.
“I think you’ll like this,” he murmurs, running a sensual hand up the curve of my spine. I arch into his touch, sticking my ass out further.
“Is your shoulder okay in this position?” he asks, rubbing the tender muscle gently.
“Mhm. It’s fine,” I murmur, ready to feel his tongue on me.
The bed shakes slightly as Ryder maneuvers into position. “Widen your knees.”
I comply, spreading my legs further while he caresses my body. My dick is rock hard and leaking pre-cum.
“That’s it. Like that. Perfect.” He presses his thumb against my hole, the foreign pressure causing it to twitch. “Your asshole isperfect, Blue. Just perfect.”
“Ryyyy. . .” I groan, hanging my head in both shame and arousal.
And then his thumb is replaced with a warm, wet tongue, and my groan turns into a sharp cry of surprise pleasure.
Holy fuck, that felt incredible.
He strokes me with his tongue, adding his thumbs to tease my rim. The sensations are overwhelming, overstimulating, and completely and utterly mind-blowing.
“Ryder,” I rasp, lowering my shoulders and dropping my forehead to the bed. My legs are shaking. I need more, yet it’s also entirely too much. He stiffens his tongue and works those thumbs, spreading my hole until it slips in.
Face-down in the bed, my moans are near-animalistic, muffled wails. It’s embarrassing, yet I can’t stop. My dick is leaking, and I reach underneath to stroke myself.
“M’gonna come. Gonna come,” I chant into the sheet, my breath coming out in hot pants.
Ryder can’t answer me with his tongue shoved in my ass, and the dirty thought pushes me over the edge. I jerk myself faster, the orgasm racing down my spine. My muscles lock, and my ass pulses around Ryder’s tongue as I empty my nuts on the sheets below.
