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Chapter Twenty-Nine

Jay

Ryan slid in without any resistance.

He’d already gotten me nice and ready with the way he ate my ass: unrestrained and hungry and passionate. My body yearned for him, and I wanted to give him all of me. My eyes went wide as my hole stretched to accommodate his size. I fisted the sheets and dropped my head as pure pleasure began to overtake me.

“How’s that feel?” Ryan asked, keeping still with his hands on my hips.

I pushed back, impaling myself with him. “So fucking good.”

Ryan gave my ass a slap. “Yeah?”

“Mhmm.” It was all the encouragement Ryan needed. He rolled his hips back and thrust forward again. And again.

And again.

A special kind of heat blossomed in my core. It was soft and intense all at the same time. My body rocked with every thrust, precum leaking from my tip. He literally milked me with his dick, my prostate being pushed and rubbed every time he fucked me. The tall black headboard banged against the wall in a simple rhythm. The sound mixed with my whimpers of ecstasy and Ryan’s loud, lusty grunts.

“Look at that juicy ass take my big cock.” Another slap sounded in the room, the sharp sting making my balls tighten. “Show me how much you want it. Show me how bad you want Daddy’s cock.”

The D-word nearly made me come. I somehow managed to hold back as Ryan stilled behind me once again. “Push back on me, baby. Fuck yourself with my dick. Use me like a toy.”

I glanced over my shoulder. Ryan stood with his hands behind his head, his cock still buried halfway inside me. He had a love-drunk smirk on his face, his chest getting pink and his abs flexing, along with those big arms of his. Sexy didn’t even describe him.

He was a god, and I was ready to pray at his altar.

I pushed back, doing exactly as he asked. He filled me, giving me a sensation that had to be what finding heaven felt like. I moaned, loudly, and then pushed back again. He continued to stand there, praising me, talking about how tight and hot I was. It spurred me on. I used him like the toy he wanted to be.

And then I got an idea. I pulled off him. His cock popped out of me. Its absence left me immediately feeling empty. But I had a way to fix that.

“Lay down on the bed,” I said, smiling as I gracefully rolled off. Ryan cocked a brow. His cock glistened with lube as he gave himself a stroke. He lay down on the bed, rubbing his chest as he watched me with curiosity .

“Remember how I said I’d do a split on your dick?”

Ryan’s bright eyes lit up. “Yeah, I do. I’ve been dreaming about it ever since.”

I chuckled, climbing back onto the bed. “No more dreaming.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, but I haven’t stretched, so if I get stuck, you may have to call nine-one-one.”

It was Ryan’s turn to laugh. “Isn’t there a show about that? Sex accidents anonymous or something?”

“I don’t think it’s anonymous, but yes, there’s a show. One I do not want to be on.” I rubbed his muscular thighs, gliding over the shimmering snake, before my hands climbed up so I could stroke his meaty cock. “I’m hungry for fame, but not that kind of fame.”

“You sure? We can make it a big opportunity. Make shirts and shit.”

I narrowed my gaze at him. I still had a gentle grip on his dick. “What would the shirts say?”

“I dunno… How ’bout: I split on a dick, got stuck, and all I got was this dumb T-shirt and a twenty-four thousand dollar hospital bill?”

“We’ll workshop that,” I said, laughing, stroking him again.

“Sorry, my brain isn’t exactly working right now. Not the one upstairs, at least.”

“That’s fine. I only care about the one downstairs.” I stood up on the bed. It was king-sized, so there was plenty of room for me to maneuver. Ryan’s jokey demeanor shifted, turning back into that hot, sex-driven man he was only moments ago. He licked his lips as he watched me position myself over his dick .

This was going to be interesting.

I really hope I don’t actually get stuck.

I started opening my legs, wider, dropping down. There was a stretch in my hips, a slight burn in my thighs. I powered through, dropping more. Ryan’s eyes went wide, watching me. I put my hands on my belly to center me for balance. Ryan held his cock up by the base, watching as I started to take him inside me.

I dropped into a full split. My eyebrows jerked up, Ryan’s eyes shut in pure bliss, my legs burned, but my body felt so full and complete, and fuuuuck. I couldn’t believe I’d actually done a split on Ryan’s dick.

“How is that?” I asked, leaning slightly forward so I could place my hands on the bed.

“Better than I could even imagine.”

“Oh yeah?” I started to rock, forward and backward. “How about now?”

“Gah damn, baby. I’m… fuck, that feels so fucking good. Holy shit. Look at how sexy you are.”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah. Just like that. Ohh fuck.” I was getting close, and so was Ryan, judging by the flush that spread up from his chest, covering his throat. I started to lift, pushing back down, the split becoming more and more comfortable to hold as my orgasm drew closer and closer.

“I’m about to blow, Jay.”

“Do it, Daddy. Fill me up. Give it to me.”

“You want it, huh? Want my cum?”

“So bad. Please.”

“Oh, Jay, oh shi—” His eyes slammed shut, and his body tensed, and my balls emptied inside me. It was all I needed to tip over the edge. My toes curled, and my hands grabbed onto the sheets, and my legs stretched as I shot rope after rope of cum onto Ryan’s chest and belly, coming completely hands-free and soaking him in it.

The room swirled, the earth cracked, the heavens opened.

Okay, fine, maybe that was a little too dramatic, but it really did feel like all of that happened and more. Judging by Ryan’s glazed look, he felt the same.

As the tidal waves of pleasure receded and we were both catching our breaths, I realized that… shit. I may have been stuck.

“Okay,” I said, still breathless and a little giggly. “You’re gonna have to help me here.”

“Uh-oh. Looks like we gotta call the Discovery Channel. Think they’ll want actual footage, or would they do reenactments?”

“Shut the fuck up and give me your hands,” I said, the both of us laughing. I grabbed his hands and used them as leverage to lift up off Ryan’s still-swollen dick. Cum leaked out of me, slipping down my thigh.

Fuuuck, that was hot.

With some more laughter, we chased each other to the bathroom. There was a massive and modern walk-in shower with a rainfall showerhead that provided the perfect way to clean up our mess. We continued to kiss and tease and joke as the warm water cascaded over us. Gentle touches and fluttering kisses made me feel more and more like I couldn’t be in any better of a place, with any better of a person .

It was once we were back in bed, cuddling naked, that our hearts truly unfurled.

Ryan spoke softly. “You’re really special, Jay. I feel like I won the lotto whenever you’re in my arms.”

“Was it like one of those scratch offs or was it the big one?”

He chuckled, his body firm and warm. “See. You’re so funny, and so kind-hearted, and so driven to make changes in this fucked-up world. You’re my hero, baby. My hero, my lover, my boyfriend. My everything.”

“It’s a good thing you’re holding me because I could seriously float away right now. That’s how you make me feel. The lightest I’ve ever been.”

“I love that… I love you,” he said.

The words settled over me like petals from a velvety red rose. The words bubbled up to my lips without any second thoughts. “And I love you. Like, a lot.”

“A lot, a lot?”

“Like ‘risking getting stuck in a split on your dick’ a lot.” More laughter. More easy feelings and warm comforts. I’d go wherever Ryan took me, no matter how crazy it seemed. I wanted to be his shotgun rider for the rest of my damn life. I kissed him, closing my eyes and allowing the clouds underneath me to float me away.

We lay in that beautiful moment for a while longer, teasing each other about who was the more perfect one, painting up fantasies for our future. Trips to Europe, renting a place together, graduating together, making a life together.

It was beyond perfect.

“How did you… how did you feel at the lake today?” Ryan asked, his breath soft against me as we cuddled .

“At first? Scared, nauseous, upset. But, I dunno, something came over me. A really deep sense of calm. I never felt that before. It was like a switch had been flipped. It felt like my dad was there, and everything was alright.” I smiled as Ryan held me a little tighter.

“That’s beautiful, baby. It’s the kind of healing you needed.”

“It was.” Then came the next surprise of the night. “I’ve decided to go to the protest tomorrow. I don’t want to stay home.”

Ryan sat up. I could still make out his features in the dark shadows of the bedroom. The jut of his strong chin, the sharp lines of his cheekbones, the broad shoulders. “Really?”

“Really,” I said.

“I’m so proud of you. So fucking proud.” He kissed me, the bedroom lighting up with sparks as bright as that chamber inside my chest.

This was everything I didn’t even know I needed. And everything I’d always, always wanted.

Peace, hope, excitement, love.

We kissed for a little more, our hands exploring each other’s bodies with a delicate, soft kind of touch.

The night couldn’t go on forever, unfortunately, and exhaustion from the day began creeping in. Especially for Ryan, who’d run an entire damn race and won only a few hours ago. His stifled yawn said enough.

“Alright, let’s get some sleep,” I said, my eyes already drifting shut. “Tomorrow’s a big day.”

I didn’t want to talk about the protest too much. I didn’t want to pressure Ryan into feeling like he had to show up. I understood the reasons why he wouldn’t, and I couldn’t hold that against him. It wasn’t worth it.

“It’s going to be great,” Ryan said. He kissed me in the cloak of the dark bedroom, the sweet scent of our sex and love still filling the room.

“I hope so.” I couldn’t fight off the sleep any longer.

Thankfully, I didn’t need to fight off the sweet dreams of bliss that enveloped me.

It was the day of the protest.

I woke up minutes before my seven-o’clock alarm went off, still wrapped up tight in the arms of a naked Ryan. His morning wood pressed into my back, giving me a warm reminder of the night we spent together.

And now I could confidently say I could do a split on a dick.

I began to wonder how could I turn that into an award-winning performance on America’s Got Talent …I snapped my thoughts back to the day ahead. I couldn’t get distracted, even when Ryan’s twitching cock was warm against the small of my back.

I reached for my phone on the nightstand and turned off the alarm. Ryan started to rustle, turning onto his back and stretching out underneath the comforter. It was clearly tented where Ryan’s throbbing cock was also waking up.

“God, I really want to lay in bed with you all day,” I said. I pulled off the comforter and revealed his sexy and naked body. I kissed the ridges of his abs, earning a delighted and still sleepy-sounding groan. He rubbed my head gently, his fingers feeling nice as they threaded through my bed head.

“What time do we have to be at the beach?” he asked, smiling.

I shot up, my head snapping in his direction. “We?”

“Yeah, we.”

“Are you sleep-talking or something? You know you aren’t dreaming anymore.”

“I know, that’s why your kisses on my stomach made me leak.”

I glanced at his still-stiff cock. Precum pearled at the tip. His cock gave a jump, the precum stretching out from his belly to the head of his cock.

My mouth already started to water. The sight of him getting wet almost made me forget about what had shocked me in the first place. I faced his other head, the one who clearly must have lost his mind.

“Seriously, though? You want to come? News reporters are going to be there, and it’s being filmed for social media. People are going to know.” I took a breath. “And by people, I mean your dad.”

“I do. You’ve really inspired me. More than anyone else ever has. And I’m fine if my dad finds out. He already knows I don’t stand for what he does. If he sees it on camera, maybe he can realize I’m not joking.”

My heart swelled, my emotions overflowing. “I love you so damn much.”

He winked at me and grabbed his morning wood in a tight fist. “Prove it. Do another split.”

“We don’t have time,” I said, slightly disappointed I didn’t have the ability to freeze this moment for us. “It’s an hour’s drive back, and I have to help Maddy start setting up around lunchtime.”

“Let’s head out, then,” Ryan said without hesitating. “Let’s go save a beach.”

We drove back to the FU campus and made it with enough time to take another shower (together) and reach the beach right as Maddy was arriving. She carried a big box of supplies toward our meeting spot. Colton dragged a large cart overflowing with more things. They’d only been dating a short amount of time but were apparently already developing a dual outfit style, matching each other in slightly different light blue shirts and white shorts.

“Hellllloooo,” I said, running over to help grab the box from Maddy’s hands. I had let her know last week that I was going to be at the beach, no matter what. I knew then that I wanted to go to Ryan’s rowing race, and I hoped it would help me face my fears.

I was right. It had. I still wasn’t thrilled to be so close to the ocean, but I wasn’t as fearful or anxious as I thought I’d be.

And I knew that would make my dad proud, which was all I really wanted.

“Thanks, babe,” Maddy said.

“What else is left?”

“The camera stands, waters, and the signs we made. The events people are bringing over the stage with the backdrop.”

Ryan had already started toward the parking lot. “I’ve got it.” He gave Colton a shoulder slap as he walked back, clearly in a great mood.

Hmm, I wonder why .

Soon, more volunteers began to fill the beach, helping with the setup. I said hi to Perry, who was there with Theo, who he introduced as his boyfriend. They were there to help with the drinks, immediately clicking with Maddy who wanted to learn how to make all of Perry’s favorite drinks from Shenanigans. Austin was also there, sans Kindle, with his boyfriend, Dex.

The group kept growing. The drag queens showed up around the same time as the local news reporters did, the fresh ocean breeze keeping all of their layers of makeup looking fresh even though the sun sat high in a cloudless San Luco sky. Blaise was with him, having apparently become good friends with all the queens. The outfits he made for them were incredible. Glimmering stones, different shades of ocean-blue tones, velvety soft fabric that hugged their padded curves.

“Incredible job, Blaise. You all look stunning,” I said, totally taken aback.

Blaise smiled wide, clearly proud of his work. “I wanted to make sure the queens felt like queens.”

I stopped gawking. “You nailed it.”

A crowd began to develop. Bottomless mimosas and hoppy beers were being handed out as music played over two large speakers sitting on either side of the stage. Even our bio TA, Everly, was here… with Professor Sinclair.

Hot.

I looked around at the crowd as I stood next to Maddy, both of us sweating and smiling. “We did it.”

“We did,” Maddy said. She looped an arm through mine and put her head on my shoulder. “You did it. You didn’t have to come to the beach today. We could have handled it, you know? ”

“Oh, I know. But this was the right thing to do. I wasn’t about to sashay away from this.”

“I’m really glad you didn’t. I’m sure your exit line would have gone viral though. Like Vanjieeee viral.”

One of the drag queens stepped onto the stage wearing a glistening sky-blue dress, stoned to the gods, a mic getting ready to be handed to her. It was Oceania Trench, a local drag queen who was as big an activist as I was. She didn’t hesitate to host the show when I asked her.

“Want to grab our seats?” I asked Maddy. Ryan walked toward us with Colton at his side.

“Yeah, let’s—” Maddy was cut off by one of the worst noises in the world.

Wee-ooo, wee-ooo.

Police sirens. Extremely close. Maybe they were responding to a call nearby. That had to be it. They couldn’t be… they were. They were coming here. Two—no, three —cop cars pulled into the nearby parking lot, turning off their sirens but leaving the lights on.

My blood pressure dropped to zero. If Ryan and Maddy weren’t on either side of me, I would have collapsed. Instead, I leaned on Ryan, Maddy still with her arm looped around mine. Except it had grown tight.

The cops walked directly toward the crowd, which was now growing silent. Flashbacks to my last experience with the cops hit me like lightning.

Shouting. Smoke. Tasers.

Punches. Blood. Crying.

I couldn’t have that happen again. I had so much more to lose now. I couldn’t let them hurt me like that again .

No, no, no. How was this happening?

That’s when I realized there was another man walking with them, someone who had parked next to them. He wore business clothes, his pressed white shirt neatly tucked into his slacks, wingtips appearing freshly shined and getting covered in sand. He looked so out of place on the beach, where most everyone was in shorts and flip-flops.

Who was that? Why was he walking with the cops? Why were his eyes pinned on Ryan?

Why…. Oh fuck.

Ryan tensed, started to shake. “Dad?”

“Ryan, what the hell are you doing here?”