Page 63 of Lost Boy
I press my lips back to his. “Mm-hmm,” I moan into his open mouth as he squeezes my ass and walks us to the oversized bean bag. He deposits me there, going back to close and lock the door before whipping his shirt over his head and yanking his basketball shorts and boxers down in one go.
His massive cock springs free, and I scramble to my knees, not an easy task in this giant, squishy thing.
I’ve never done this, sucked a cock, but I’m ready. I lick the underside of my boyfriend’s shaft, tonguing at the slit. He tips his head back and groans. The long column of Ryder’s throat is a beautiful and mesmerizing sight.
I continue to show his length attention until a loud chime makes both of us jump, and he chuckles.
“That could be a delivery, but I’m in no state to sign,” he deadpans, and I can’t help but snort and roll my eyes, giving his cock a quick teasing lick.
“I’ll get it. You stay here. Naked and ready,” I tease him.
Lust gleams in his gaze. “Yes, sir. I won’t move a muscle or put a stitch of clothing on until you tell me. Promise.” He holds his fingers up like a Boy Scout or something, which I’d be surprised if he wasn’t.
I roll my eyes at the giant dork, my lip twitching on its own accord.
“Saw that, Blue! I’ll definitely be getting a smile now that you’re my boyfriend. My boyfriend’s definitely gonna smile. No doubt.”
Yeah. He’s probably right. Maybe it won’t be so bad feeling again.
I wander down the stairs, my head in the clouds thinking about everything we did last night and that I now have aboyfriend. Not a girlfriend. That never really felt right. I don’t think it’s just a Ryder thing, either. I definitely like boys.
I’m not focused and am unprepared to open the front door to a beautiful woman with curly golden blonde hair and an olive-green stare. Her eyes are bright, but her smile is forced. I instantly recognize her.
“Hello, there. Are you a friend of Ryder’s? I’m his mother, Penelope.” She holds out a dainty hand, nails tipped in white, the rest a pale pink. I politely shake her hand, even though she’s not around for her son or her daughter, and I don’t know if I’m supposed to just let her into Alejandro’s house like this.
“Nice to meet you,” I mumble on autopilot.
Ryder mentioned that he related to having a crazy mother. My good mood is dampened because now I’m worried about him.
I wouldn’t be okay with my mother showing up, asking to see me unannounced. He won’t be happy. And I probably shouldn’t leave her unattended to find him, either. I chew on my lip ring, unsure of what the right thing to do is.
But I don’t have to worry long because Ryder comes downstairs in basketball shorts and a white T-shirt with the sleeves cut off. The holes are so big I can see his nipples, and I lick my lips, remembering how sensitive and responsive he is.
His smile falters when he sees her, and I hate it. Ryder Cruz should always be happy and smiling. The world is a darker, more fucked up place when he’s not.
“Mom. What are you doing here?”
No hello, no hi, nothing. Straight to the point.
He’s not messing around.
“Ryder, do not speak to your mother that way. Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?”
He just grunts and flicks his eyes my way. “This is Fallon Rivers.”
That’s all he says.
Not ‘Fallon Rivers, my boyfriend,’ or even ‘friend.’
My stomach drops, and I can feel myself crawling back inside my safe place. The numb place that has no feelings. No emotions. No worries.
That sure didn’t last long.
The shutters are drawn, and I can feel Ryder staring at me with concern. I know he didn’t want to come out because of basketball, so I don’t even know why I’m acting like this. Of course he doesn’t want to tell her. I’m being irrational.
“Rivers,” she sneers. I’m taken aback, but my face remains a neutral mask. “As inJoelRivers? Husband-stealer?”
What. The.Fuck.
