The Twins And Me (BoyxBoyxBoy)

Teasing

WARNING: HEATED SMUT AHEAD

I had long since given up on taking Ryder's teasing seriously as he drove me home. 

It was strange though, seeing such a playful side of him. He cruised down the street with one hand on the wheel and the other on my leg. The molten heat emitting from his fingers as they drew patterns on my skin through the jeans was maddening as I felt my own crotch stir in response. 

I was pretty sure he was testing how high his fingers creep until I gave in. To what, I don't know. 

A sharp left turn had me bouncing in my seat when he suddenly reached the zipper of my jeans. 

My breath hitched in my throat from fear of another repeat of the nurse's office. "Please..." I breathed out, hoping he would understand what I was asking for even if I didn't. I couldn't tell if I wanted him to stop or go further. 

And he did. His hand was gone in a second without leaving a trace and I began to doubt if it was even there in the first place. 

I shut my eyes, my face aflame, biting my lip as embarrassment gnawed away at my insides. 

"Riley..." His musky voice trailed off, the message clear. His control was slipping, primal instincts taking over.  I bit down harder and turned to look out the window. 

I couldn't help it. I moaned lowly as I rubbed my hand against myself, palming myself through the rough jeans. Immediately his hand returned to the zipper. The sound of it being dragged down sent shivers up and down my spine, my bulge growing uncomfortable against the confinement. 

"Yesss," I hissed out at the contact finding some relief in the massage. 

That was the last straw for him as he quickly pulled into the nearest parking space

Immediately he clicked down the passenger seat, sending it flying backward, my back hitting the rough leather as he shoved me down. He climbed on me so that his knee was set between my two legs, rubbing up against my member. 

My breathing came out in short pants as his leg ground against me in slow sensual circles, his hands roaming, lifting the hem of my shirt and grazing his fingers across my hip bones. Moan after moan poured from my lips, the unease long forgotten. 

All bashfulness was thrown aside as I called out his name in agony, aching for the gift of release. 

Ryder's eyes darkened and a sinister smile laced his face when he finally tugged off my shirt and lowered his head down right below my stomach. He kissed his way across my barely visible blond happy trail, the only hair that littered my body other than my eyebrows and the short trim around my cock. 

He made his way upwards, leaving wet kisses and sucking on the sensitive skin on his journey. He left no exposed skin untouched as he caressed my sides while his mouth worked wonders, his hair tickling me wherever it landed. 
Overwhelming was the word that came to mind. 

I thread my fingers in his raven dark hair, marveling at the stark contrast of my pale skin against the silky black. 

Tugging at the strands I maneuvered his head higher, away from my stomach. I needed to feel that deliciously hot tongue scorch its way across my exposed ribs. 

Finally, he reached my chest. His warm tongue twisted and turned against my nipples leaving me heaving and gasping for breath. My back arched instinctively, desperate cries leaving my lips begging for release. 

"Damn, you're so sensitive here." He lifted up his head to remark, my arms following refusing to let go of his hair. 

I could only respond by pushing myself closer and yanking down his head to resume the sweet sweet torture. 

I caught a glimpse of a wicked smile, proof that he knew he had me, body and soul ready to do anything just to continue. 

His warm cavern returned to the blessed place and he continued to suck and nibble at my stone hard nipple. Biting down gently he started to roll the pink bead around in his mouth as his hand tweaked the other. The twinge of pain mixed in perfectly with the pleasure

Up went his head again as he finished his assault with his mouth. 

Warm hands fumbled with the elastic on my boxers as he slipped one hand in, all the while keeping constant eye contact. 

He reached further in and grazed my pulsing member. My eyes closed in ecstasy, it was unfair how hard he made me. 

"Eyes open." He snapped. "Look at me. I want to watch you cum. I want to see your eyes darken with pleasure and then widen from the intense release. I'll hold down your body as you shake beneath me, crying out my name.  Your face will flush and you'll bite your lip trying to hold back moans that you can't help making. I want to watch your skin shine with the afterglow of the orgasm. " 

His words edged me on, washing over me. I could practically feel the veins in my cock ache with the need to cum. 

It was getting too intense. "Wait- stop-" The words of resistance tumbled from my lips as he reached for my pants, fingering the sides in preparation to pull them down along with my boxers. 

And he did. 

But when I finally gathered up the courage to look into his harsh eyes I realized he had backed off for the wrong reason. 

His green orbs bounced back and forth from my flushed face to my exposed neck. 

"Whats this?" He finally growled out, gesturing at my neck. I reached up to get a feel at what he was talking about, feeling around with my fingers. A small intake of breath had him eyeing me with a lustful gaze as I prodded at the overly sensitive and sore area. 

The same area that Jay had latched his mouth onto earlier in the day. 

He had left a hickey.

And Ryder was not happy with his find.