Ryder trailed light kisses down firm cheekbones and a hairless jawline where he nibbled on it for a second, causing Jacob to groan aloud. He backed away. "We shouldn't do this. I know it feels right but I don't want to hurt you,"
"What are you talking about?" Jacob pursued him. They both wanted this. "You were doing fine. You can't hurt me."
Ryder felt his face heating up. "Thanks. It's been a long time I've done this, seven years to be exact so pardon my inexperience if it occurs,"
The living room rang with deep laughter, Jacob tapping at his knees. To cover his embarrassment, Ryder recaptured his lips, their tongues meeting each other in sync and rhythm. Never again was he going to push Jacob away. He'd succeeded in keeping people out of his life for so long but not anymore.
He was ready to move on, to embrace the change and when Jacob pulled him into his arms, he forgot how to think. The patient kissed his cheeks, lips, jaw, his movements awkward because of his injury. Ryder felt a hand tugging at his Jeans. Jacob groaned, fiddling with the button and lowered the zipper.
Ryder stopped him from embarking further, leading him upstairs to the bed. They both undressed quickly, pooling their clothes not too far away from the laundry Ryder was supposed to do for the day. Jacob pulled him onto his laps, on his huge cock, and laid back to watch him grind against it. Ryder felt betrayal move up his spine as he danced upon the slick shaft below his ass, feeling in control. Jacob groaned in pleasure as he plunged a finger into Ryder's anus.
"We need lube," Ryder suggested. Jacob winced slightly as he came off his cock. The patient pulled him back quietly. "No. We'll have to make do in that aspect. I want to take your pure,"
"How?"
Ryder watched on as the blondie set him carefully on the bed to spread his legs. Ryder was hard, slick, and with Jacob staring at his cock in wonder, face flushed, lips parted and licking his bottom lip, he knew where it would end.
The patient's hot mouth engulfed his cock from tip to balls which he cupped with a free palm. Slowly, he began to pump; sucking on the slim shaft he had in his mouth. Ryder moaned, melting onto the pleasure as his shaft touched the back of Jacob's throat. Tears streamed out his eyes when the patient simultaneously slipped two-finger digits into his probing hole, nibbling at the balls beneath his jaw.
In all his whole life, Ryder hadn't envisioned a blowjob to be this divine.
Letting the softening cock slip from his mouth, Jacob parted the cold thighs before him, placing himself in the middle. His shaft probed Ryder's hole, teasing it gently. The heat from his partner served as a lubricant. Ryder writhed, nails digging onto the sheets behind him as Jacob took him in. They both stayed still, locked for a moment where they allowed the impact to sink in. Ryder felt full, his ass flexed to contain Jacob's enormous size. In the spur of the moment, Jacob reared back on his knees, pulling his shaft to the tip, and slammed back making Ryder scream. He rode on slowly at first, Ryder pushing his ass up to meet him halfway. Sweat glistened, the scent of sex rising from their bodies and mixing with their moans. Jacob grasped Ryder's hips higher, pummelling into the searing tightness faster and faster, the bed grunting in response, hips thrashing. Ryder felt the swelling deep within him and moaned as the hot bursts of liquid dripped into him. He gasped when Jacob's hand landed on his cock, stroking it roughly till he climaxed, white liquid spurting between them. Jacob got most of it down his throat, pulling his cock out. They both sank back on the bed, exhausted from sexual activity. Ryder allowed him to wrap an arm around his waist.
"I'll take a shower now," he made to get up, yelping when a pair of strong arms pulled him back onto a hard chest. "What do you think you're doing?" his tone was flat.
"Lie with me. Just for a few minutes,"
"It's past noon. I've got to start preparing lunch,"
Jacob sighed. "Can't it wait? We have the whole time together Ryder. You and I,"
Ryder glanced back without looking at him. Some things were beyond his strength.
*-*-*-*
Pacing about in the kitchen, Ryder took out his anger, shame, guilt and betrayal on the countertop which he banged and banged with fists. Next, he reached over to the jam Jacob had prepared that morning for breakfast and emptied it into the bin.
He hated how easy it'd been to give in, how torn he really was. Perhaps if he'd known earlier he'd feel this way, he could've backed away.
But now...he was confused, embarrassed, bitter...that the man he'd once loved seven years ago was fading out of his mind.
He needed Pete's memories to dwell in his soul and heart, Pete to be the only one who could stir up emotions he never knew he possessed. Not a gorgeous stranger he decided to help.
A sharp knock shattered his thoughts, replacing his bitterness with irrational fear.
Jacob barged in almost immediately, partly dressed with his blonde hair messy. He looked hard and rough.
"Find out who it is and get them on their way," he ordered through gritted teeth, not sparing Ryder a proper look. He took a knife from the rack and disappeared back upstairs.
Ryder stood rooted, panic crawling down his spine. He felt used, hurt and afraid to act. It took a few minutes for the pounding to resume again. He swung the door open just as Jacob took his place behind it, his zipper undone.
Ryder's blood ran cold. Standing before him in the shady comfort of his porch, a tall officer loomed, his head inches away from grazing the daft ceiling. Ryder took a step back, feeling intimidated. "H-hello?"
The officer smiled and pulled out an ID, holding it out to him. "Sergeant Preston. I'm from the state patrol,"
"Of course," Ryder's voice was firm as though it was completely normal to have a member of the law visiting. This is bad, he thought, and Jacob could be the cause of this. "Everything okay?"
"Um, no it's not," the officer said politely. "I'm from Denmark actually and we have a murderer on the run. According to the information we gathered, he ran out from the forest toward Town so that's why we're searching all the houses in this neighborhood."
Thinking back to a few moments before when Jacob's hot tongue took his cock in, Ryder morphed his face to shocked. "This is serious. How bad is he?"
"He's a murderer. I guess that pretty much explains how dangerous he is. I'd like to take a look in if you don't mind,"
Ryder hesitated for a bit. Although the officer spoke kindly, Ryder was tensed. If Jacob was found in his home, there was no telling how extreme things could get. Preston brushed past him now, his shoulder slightly shoving Ryder aside. With an indrawn breath, the teen turned, expecting a scuffle.
Or the strike of a knife driven into the officer's body.