Page 18 of Chasing Riddick

Alexa Play: Sparky by Lights

I didn’t know what brought me back to the shack in the middle of the night.

I hated that I kept ending up here. It felt like fate or some sort of magnetic attraction that kept bringing me back to the kid.

I almost didn’t show up that morning. My plan was to just ghost him, but every time I thought of him paddling out to face Leviathans with his pitiful level of training, my entire body would ice over with terror.

If he went out there unprepared and died, the guilt would eat me alive . And after only two days of knowing this little shit, I knew he would do it with or without my help.

What was worse—he was clearly attracted to me .

I saw the way he looked at me… The heat in his eyes. To add even more insult to injury, his willingness to submit to me turned me the fuck on. When I gave him orders, he always became pliant and docile, which was a complete contrast to his usual spunky and fiery personality.

It had been a mistake to lean into it when he asked me if the rules included him jacking off.

At first, I thought the kid was straight, so I hadn’t thought much of it. I’d been pissed with him for dropping in on my wave and wanted him to suffer a bit. So when he brought it up, I just kinda… let him believe what he wanted.

What I hadn’t been expecting was the level of anger I’d felt toward him the next day when he told me he’d touched himself.

I couldn’t really explain why it had made me so angry. Maybe because even though I’d only been half serious about it, I needed him to listen to me if he was going to survive.

His failure to do so had sent me into a tailspin.

I knew it hadn’t been fair for me to work him almost to exhaustion, and I’d felt shit about it after the fact… Which is why I’d given him an active rest day today.

The only problem was I hadn’t really considered just how sexually charged a yoga class would be.

I also wasn’t expecting to be as affected by the kid as I was. Watching him arch his back for me on that mat had been… annoyingly arousing.

I’d needed to tuck my cock up in my waistband to keep him from seeing how hard I was.

Though, he hadn’t thought to do the same and had completed the rest of the session with his cock tenting his shorts like a fucking spear.

All of this was very bad for so many reasons.

I couldn’t be getting involved with him like that. If I was being serious, I didn’t even want to be involved with him in a platonic way.

All I wanted was to be left alone.

So why was I walking up to his shack in the dead of night ?

Why was I gently pressing the door in and turning the knob a quarter turn to disable the locking mechanism?

Why was I in his room, watching him sleep?

He was sleeping rather fitfully. We were moving into a California summer, and the shack was sweltering. There was no AC, so his room was a furnace, even with the window open.

He’d kicked off his duvet, giving me a full view of his sweat-slicked, lean body.

His little boxer shorts had tiny sharks on them and did nothing to hide how fucking hard he was, which didn’t shock me.

I wasn’t proud to admit that once I’d realized how attracted he was to me, I’d played up the yoga session a bit.

There was no excuse for it other than the fact that I was a fucking bad person, and I couldn’t help myself. I hadn’t touched anyone in so long, and here was this young, attractive man with beautiful skin, presenting his ass to me like he wanted me to split him in half.

It had started innocently enough; I really had just been trying to correct his positioning in downward dog. It was common practice with beginners to help maneuver them into position… But he’d made this tiny little moaning sound, and I temporarily lost my mind. I’d wanted to hear it again.

So, I’d taken every opportunity to massage him after that. I knew it was wrong, and I knew I was fucking with his head.

But again.

I was clearly a shitty person because here I was, breaking into his space and watching him sleep like a fucking creeper.

He frowned and made a small mewling sound in his sleep, and I noticed an open bottle of sleep aids on his bedside table.

Had he taken one of those?

His mop of dark blond hair was damp with sweat and plastered to his forehead. Feeling emboldened by the fact that I was sure he had taken a pill, I reached out and brushed the sweaty strands back, smoothing his frown out with my thumb as I did so.

I hated it when he frowned – though, I hadn’t done a good job of making him smile.

Mostly because when he flashed those dimples at me, I tended to forget why I needed to stay far away from Finn Summers.

“Riddick…” he groaned, and I froze. My blood went cold. Maybe I had miscalculated? If he woke up, I had no idea how I was going to explain the fact that I was in his room in the middle of the damn night.

However, I needn’t have worried. He was still very much asleep and clearly having a sexy dream.

A sexy dream about me.

Blood rushed to my cock, and my gaze fell to his hips, which were now rocking back and forth methodically.

His cock was so hard the tip of it was peeking out of the top of his waistband.

I licked my lips.

He’d been so good today.

He earned a bit of a reward.

Before I could stop myself, I reached out and brushed my fingers gently down his shaft over his soft, cotton boxers.

He moaned softly and rocked his hips again, dragging himself back and forth over the tips of my stationary fingers.

I knew he was hanging by a thread. I’d put him through a lot over the last two days, and like he said, he was twenty-one.

When I was twenty-one, I wasn’t sure I could have endured what I put him through without some form of release.

His balls were probably sore.

I slid my fingers down his shaft and gently cupped him over his boxers.

He let out a sleepy whine, and a jolt of need shot straight through my dick.

“Fuck…” I hissed. His balls were stiff and drawn up tight. So full of cum, just waiting to be released …

With a flat palm, I rubbed him in a petting motion, enjoying the feeling of his hot cock beneath the soft cotton of his boxers.

I alternated between rubbing down his length and carefully massaging his balls between my fingers.

With my free hand, I gently tugged down his waistband a bit so I could see his fat, pink head more clearly.

Oh yeah. He was leaking like crazy.

“You need to come, don’t you, you little imp?” I whispered, continuing my gentle but consistent strokes up and down his shaft.

He was frowning again, and his head was rocking back and forth as if he needed to come so bad it almost hurt.

A small smile quirked at the corner of my mouth as I felt his dick surge beneath my fingers. This wouldn’t take long. I was barely touching him, and I could already tell he was close.

“Riddick…” he whined again in his sleep, humping up into my hand, chasing the feeling of my fingers.

A pleasant, warm sensation curled in my gut at the sound of my name escaping those puffy lips of his. Everything about him was just so… suckable. I wanted to bite and nip at those lips until he said my name again.

Instead, I just continued to gently stroke him.

“That’s it, Finn. You did so good today. I’m going to make you come so you’re not sore tomorrow.” I licked my lips, staring at the glossy pink tip of his cock in anticipation.

My own dick was hard as fuck now, and I wanted to watch him shoot his load more than I had ever wanted anything.

“Be a good boy and come for me, Finn,” I murmured, and even though his eyes never opened, he groaned like he heard me.

Then, his cock started pulsing in my hand, and I tugged his waistband down a little farther so his boxers wouldn’t obstruct my view of his orgasm.

“ Fuck, yes, Finn. That’s so good. Look at you coming for me like a good boy,” I murmured, my voice so rough and quiet I could barely hear it myself.

I continued to leisurely rub him as I watched cum spurt out of his tip in beautiful, thick lines.

It splattered up his stomach and under his jaw, and I nearly came in my own shorts at the sight of it.

The little breathy groans that puffed out of his lips with each pulse sounded so good I wished I could bottle them and swallow them.

When he was done, I gently slid his boxers back up to cover him and reached out to thumb some of his cum off his jaw.

I sucked it off the way I’d wanted to suck off that barbeque sauce earlier, and my eyes rolled back into my head as the heady taste exploded in my mouth.

Fuck.

He tasted so fucking good.

I wanted to devour him.

Reaching out and gently smearing his cum across his chest, I stared at his sleeping face.

He looked so much more peaceful now. He’d definitely needed that.

I felt a conflicting sense of guilt and satisfaction.

Guilt because it was my fault he’d been suffering in the first place.

Satisfaction because I had been the one to give him the release he needed… which was bad.

What I had just done was so bad.

I mean, obviously , it was bad. But I wasn’t worried about it for the reasons you would think.

Outside of the fact that it was obviously fucked up to stroke someone to completion while they were fully asleep, it was bad that I had even wanted to do it in the first place.

I couldn’t allow myself to get involved like this, and the fact that I already seemed to be unable to leave him alone was concerning.

It wasn’t because he was a man. Finn was not the first man I’d been attracted to.

Jet and I used to hook up all the time.

The problem was that he was young, and he had his entire life ahead of him. Finn couldn’t develop an attachment to me. I would ruin him, and as much as he was an annoying, cocky little prick, he deserved better than what I could offer him.

I liked him. He reminded me of a younger version of myself, and the last thing I wanted him to do was make the same mistakes I had and throw his whole life away over some stupid pipedream.

Brushing his damp hair back from his face again, I sighed.

“This can’t happen again, shark bait. This was a one-time thing.”

Even as the words left my mouth, I knew they were a lie.

I could feel it in my bones like some massive, predetermined timeline was snapping into place that I was helpless to stop.

Finn Summers had ended up here for a reason, and I was starting to think that it had something to do with me.

“I’m sorry, kid,” I said softly, hoping his subconscious mind could hear me and understand how sincere I was.

“I’m so, so, sorry.”