Chapter 121: Fuck this!
Noah looked utterly fuckable, every inch of him a tantalising invitation. It took every ounce of Ryder’s self-control to keep from giving in, from pressing Noah down into the mattress and taking what he so desperately wanted.
But he couldn’t do that. He knew that this wasn’t the real Noah speaking—it was the drugs, twisting his mind and body into a state of insatiable need. Ryder swallowed hard, shaking his head slightly as he gently pried Noah’s fingers off his wrist.
"Listen, doll face, I know you’re feeling like this right now, but this isn’t you talking. It’s the drugs. And as much as you think you want this, you don’t. Not really," Ryder said softly, his voice filled with an uncharacteristic tenderness. "I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want you, because believe me, I do. But not like this, okay? Not when you’re not yourself."
Noah wasn’t listening. He tugged at Ryder’s hand again, his grip weak but insistent. His eyes were filled with tears, the desperation in them almost too much for Ryder to bear. "Please, Ryder...I need...I can’t take it..."
Ryder clenched his jaw, trying to keep his own desires in check. He’d never seen Noah like this—so helpless, so needy—and it was tearing him apart. But he had to stay strong, for both their sakes.
"Noah, you’re going to regret this if you don’t stop," Ryder said, his tone a mix of firmness and concern. "I’m not going to touch you like this. I can’t. So please, just try to relax, okay? You’re going to feel better soon."
But Noah wasn’t hearing it. His hands were trembling as he reached for the hem of his own shirt, trying to tug it off in a desperate bid to relieve the painful heat that was devouring him. "P-please... I can’t...it hurts... it hurts so much..."
Ryder’s heart twisted in his chest. He wanted to help Noah, to do something—anything—to ease his pain, but giving in wasn’t the answer. So, he did the only thing he could think of. He gently grabbed Noah’s hands, stopping him from ripping his clothes off, and held them against his chest.
"Hey, look at me," Ryder commanded. But Noad didn’t listen and instead began to touch and rub his cock.
Noah was a mess of desperation, every inch of his body aching for relief that he couldn’t seem to find. He was drenched in sweat, his skin burning hot to the touch, and every nerve in his body was on fire. Noah’s back arched off the bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to ease the agonising pressure building within him. He had already stripped off all his clothes, his hands desperately working his cock, but it wasn’t enough.
"Angh-ah!" His whimpers filled the room, the sound echoing off the walls as he writhed in torment. His body was no longer his own, driven by the drug-fueled lust that coursed through his veins. Every movement, every touch was an agony of need that only grew with each passing second.
Ryder stood at the edge of the bed, watching in awe as Noah’s normally composed demeanour crumbled before him.