Chapter 122: Doll face
Ryder’s breath caught in his throat as he took off his own clothes and sank back onto the mattress, his back resting against the bed, feeling every muscle in his body tense with anticipation. The weight of Noah’s body settling into his lap sent a surge of heat through him, making his skin craving with desire. He never would have guessed that Noah, with his small frame, could feel so heavy and grounding against him, but it only added to the vigour of the lust.
Noah wasted no time and began to move his hips, grinding it against Ryder’s cock. Ryder couldn’t help but marvel at how perfectly their bodies fit together. It was as if they were two halves of a whole, made to be entwined in this passionate dance.
Trying to maintain some semblance of control, Ryder clenched and unclenched his fist behind his back, desperate to hold himself back from pouncing on Noah. He kept his hands there, that way he wouldn’t be able to touch Noah.
But the way Noah’s hips moved against his own, the way their cocks rubbed together with delicious friction, made it increasingly difficult to resist Noah’s unknowing seduction.
With each passing moment, Ryder felt himself losing the battle against his raging desires. The pleasure coursing through him was too intense, too addictive. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer.
Noah was lost in his own world, his fingers digging into Ryder’s shoulder as if he feared he would disappear. The fierce friction between them ignited a wildfire of pleasure within Noah, causing him to gasp and whimper with need. He was completely consumed by the overwhelming sensations, his body moving instinctively driven by the insatiable hunger that the drugs had awoken.
Ryder could feel his self-control slipping away as Noah got closer to him and grinded against him, his throbbing erection pressing against Ryder’s own. A low hiss escaped Ryder’s parted lips as the friction between them heated, igniting a fiery desire deep within him that could not be ignored. Noah seemed desperate, he wanted this pleasure, in every way possible.
It was both pitiful and incredibly arousing to witness how desperately he moved, his body seeking something it couldn’t fully grasp.
"Damn it, doll face," Ryder murmured through gritted teeth, his voice strained with frustration and concern. "You’re so reckless. You have no idea what kind of danger you’re putting yourself in. What if someone else had found you instead of me? Someone who wouldn’t care about your well-being?"