Page 57 of Lost Boy
“You’re doing great. So good. Relax your body for me, Fal. I want to feel you on the inside.” I whimper at his dirty words, and his finger slips all the way in, his knuckles grinding against my rim. I suck in a sharp breath at the feeling of fullness.
“Baby, breathe,” Ryder whispers gently. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath.
He pulls his finger back and then pushes forward again.
“Oh fuuuck,” I whine as he shoves it in again. The feeling is so foreign, and the rush of new sensations bursting through me is overwhelming, but I can’t stop now.
With my eyes closed, Ryder slowly begins to fuck my ass with his finger.
“You like it, Blue?” he whispers. “Like my finger in your ass? Do you want another?”
“Mhm. Y-yeah. More.”
I feel Ryder move like he’s reaching for something, and then I hear the click of a lightbulb. Bright light illuminates my closed eyelids, and I squeeze them shut tighter.
“I need to see this,” he whispers in awe, and I groan in both desire and shame. I’m on complete display for him.
Ry slows his pace, slipping a second finger in and causing me to whimper, the stretch nearly burning.
“You okay?” he asks, always careful with me.
“Yeah. J-just a little tight.” He takes my breath away, and I can barely think.
“I can see that. Your little hole is stretched to its limits. We’re gonna have to practice more. Two is your max for now.”
I groan in utter embarrassment, the humiliation turning me on even more, loosening me and lessening the burn.
“Open your eyes. Look at me, Fal.”
I squint my eyes open, blinking rapidly as the soft glow of the bedside lamp temporarily blinds me.
When we make eye contact, Ryder does something inside me—something with his fingers—curving them and pressing on my inner walls. He finds a spot, and I cry out, feeling like he’s stroking my cock from deep inside my ass.
“Ungh!”
Unfamiliar feelings wash over me as Ry nails that same spot, stretching my hole as he lowers my hips to the bed and thrusts harder and deeper. He leans down, swallowing my aching cock whole.
I cry out again and come instantaneously. My dick erupts in his mouth, and my hole pulses around his fingers, clenching them tightly. The orgasm goes on and on, feeling like I just came five times in a row.
“Oh. Fuck,” I say breathlessly, letting my knees drop to the bed. I hiss when he slips his fingers from me. Not because it hurts but because of the loss. I feel empty.
Ryder’s eyes flash to me in concern. “Pull your knees back again. I need to check you.” I don’t listen right away, not sure I’m comfortable with such scrutiny, so Ry pushes my knees back for me.
“Hold ’em.”
Then he leans down to take a closer look.
“Ryyy,” I whine, mortified by his inspection. “I’m fine.”
“You’re a bit red and puffy, but nothing a little cum won’t fix.”
“Wh-what?” I sputter.
Did he just say cum?
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
RYDER
