Page 55 of Lost Boy
Seth’s calculating gaze scans my face, then darts over to Ryder, a hateful smirk forming on his lips.
“You’ve got a little something there, Cruz. . .” Seth wipes his lip with a thumb, then peers down at me again. “And you too,little one.” He swipes that same thumb below my bottom lip, tugging on it and coming away with a smudge of sparkles.
Ryder growls behind me, stalking forward. “Don’t fucking touch him. You’re just like your scumbag friend, Dustin.”
Seth cackles wildly and shoves me at Ryder. I stumble, feeling like a baby giraffe on
new legs as I stumble over to Ry.
He catches me, tucking me under his arm. “Keep your mouth shut, or I’ll send an anonymous email to your coach and attach the surveillance video from my doorbell cam. I deleted it from the app so my dad wouldn’t see, but you’re an idiot, Seth. I know you TP-ed my house and egged my dad’s car last month. You’re not subtle, douchebag. It’s on camera, along with half your team.”
Seth pales at that, and Ryder swipes at his mouth, wiping away any lingering shimmer. “Whatever you think you know, you know nothing. Got it, Seth?”
“Yeah, whatever.” He eyes me up and down. “Like I said before, to each his own. Enjoy your weird,gay love.”
Ryder steps forward like he wants to do something about it, but I grab his arm. “Don’t. Not ’cause of me.” He sighs but listens as Seth cackles and strolls away.
Luckily no one else seems to have noticed, or maybe it’s just me who’s too drunk to notice. I step toward where I think the stairs are, and the room tilts to the side.
“Let’s get you to bed.” Ryder’s thick arm wraps around my shoulders, keeping me upright and steering us where we need to go. I can barely pick my legs up anymore, the darkness of oblivion calling to me. “Almost there, Blue. Just a few more feet.”
Time fast-forwards, or maybe I pass out because the next thing I know, I’m on top of a bed, my shoes and hoodie off.
“Jeans,” I mumble, pressing my hips up.
He chuckles low in his throat, and the sound has my dick plumping up. “Right. Who the fuck can sleep in jeans? Not me. Let’s get you outta these.”
I don’t smell cheap booze anymore. Instead, something woodsy and spicy infiltrates my senses. Something uniquely Ryder Cruz. He engulfs me, his golden brown curls begging me to touch their silky, soft strands. Those pale green eyes are so alluring. I’m surrounded by him, and I fucking surrender. Hands up, take my virginitynow.
Ryder pops the button on my jeans, then drags the zipper down ever-so-slowly. He pulls them off, and I lift my hips so he can shimmy them down my thighs and legs, leaving me in a tight black T-shirt and my new boxer briefs.
He keeps his eyes on mine before he gives in, allowing his gaze to track my body hungrily. Ryder’s tongue darts out, licking his lips, and his stare lingers on my growing erection.
I can’t help it. Knowing he’s watching me encourages it, and he chuckles.
“I’m not taking advantage of you tonight, Blue. It’s cuddle time only. Get under the covers.” I watch as he slips out of his clothes, leaving him standing before me in tight gray boxer briefs. His impressive package is tempting me, making me impatient for more.
“Please,” I beg.
This is so unlike me.
Foreign. Needy.Desperate.
Ryder switches the bedside lamp on and slips under the covers, pulling me into him and curving around my smaller frame, spooning me.
His voice is soft and tender, warming the nape of my neck. “You’re too drunk.”
I wiggle my ass against him, my thoughts wandering to what it would feel like for him to touch me there.
I turn my head and mumble into the fluffy pillow. “Yeah. And drunk blue balls are the worst.”
Ryder chuckles sadistically behind me, lightly dragging his fingers across the strip of exposed skin between my undersized tee and my underwear. “You have blue balls? How do you have blue balls?”
Feeling emboldened by the alcohol, I flip in his arms and lift a leg over his, grinding my hard-on into his thigh. “I was thinking ’bout you fingering me and fucking me.”
Ryder chokes on nothing, his grip on my hip tightening while he coughs. “Shit, Blue. Holy shit. You can’t just say stuff like that.Fuck.” His curious hand wanders around my hip to my backside, squeezing firmly. He kneads my cheeks, getting me even harder. I rock against his thick thigh, my dick as hard as steel and leaking.
“M’not too drunk to come,” I mumble into his mouth as I steal a kiss.
