[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 128: Let me hear you (M)

"I need some air," Noah muttered, avoiding Ryder’s eyes. He felt the shame creeping in, mixing with the confusion and the feelings he didn’t want to confront.

Before Ryder could say anything else, Noah turned on his heels and walked out of the bar, his footsteps quick, his mind still trying to process what had just happened. What was I thinking?

Ryder watched him leave, frustration and confusion battling in his chest as Noah disappeared through the doors. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the loss of Noah’s warmth still buzzing on his lips.

Ryder found Noah standing just outside, leaning against the cold wall of the building, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. The smoke curled lazily into the night air as Noah glanced at him, his eyes unreadable. His face was slightly flushed from the chill, or maybe from something else.

"You want a smoke?" Noah asked, his voice low, almost teasing, as if daring Ryder to say something.

Ryder raised a brow, stepping closer, his eyes locked on Noah. "Since when did you start smoking?"

Noah chuckled, the sound deep and a little bitter. "Stress," he said simply, taking a slow drag from the cigarette before exhaling, the smoke clouding between them. "It helps, I guess."

Ryder moved in closer, their bodies almost touching now, his voice dropping to a whisper. "There are other ways to relieve stress, you know," he murmured, his breath warm against Noah’s cold skin. "Why ruin your health?"

Noah’s pulse quickened, his body suddenly alert to Ryder’s proximity. He blew out another puff of smoke, his eyes lingering on Ryder as he asked boldly, "What other ways?"

Ryder’s gaze darkened, his eyes drifting from Noah’s eyes to his lips, lingering there as if contemplating the answer. "Telling you would be difficult," Ryder said, his voice smooth, teasing, "but I could show you. Let you experience it instead." frёewebnoѵēl.com

Noah didn’t flinch or look away. Instead, he smirked, flicking the cigarette to the ground and crushing it under his boot. The wind whipped around them, making Noah’s nose, cheeks, and lips look even redder against the cold air, his beauty striking Ryder like a punch. He was magnificent, standing there with his disheveled hair, flushed skin, and that damned smile.

"Why are you so pressed on me?" Noah asked, voice softer but still playful, the wind carrying it between them. "You could go fool around with anyone else. Why not?" His eyes flicked up to meet Ryder’s, filled with challenge. "How many more times do I have to reject you until you give up?"

Ryder smirked, his eyes flashing with desire and something deeper. "You think I give up that easily?" he replied, his tone dripping with arrogance. "I’ve waited a year, Noah. Do you really think I’m walking away now?"

There was a pause. Noah’s breath hitched slightly, his heart pounding in his chest as Ryder took another step closer, their bodies almost brushing. Ryder’s hands came up, gently tracing the outline of Noah’s jacket before his fingers brushed against his neck. It was a soft touch, but enough to send a jolt of heat through Noah’s body.

Without another word, Ryder leaned in, his lips capturing Noah’s in an aggressive kiss. There was nothing gentle about it. It was all heat and urgency, as if all the months of flirting, teasing, and denying had built up to this very moment. Noah kissed him back just as fiercely, his fingers curling into the front of Ryder’s jacket, pulling him closer.

They stumbled into the nearby building, their bodies colliding with walls and doors as they desperately clawed at each other. Noah pushed Ryder against the wall of a hallway, their kisses turning more intense with each second. Ryder groaned into Noah’s mouth, his hands gripping Noah’s waist, pulling him against him as if he couldn’t get enough.

Noah broke the kiss for just a second, breathing heavily. "You’re—" he started, but Ryder cut him off, crashing their lips together again, his hands sliding up under Noah’s shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin.

They barely made it into a room, the door slamming behind them as they fell against each other again. Ryder pushed Noah against the wall, his lips trailing down Noah’s neck as Noah gasped, his hands gripping Ryder’s hair. The way Ryder’s body pressed against him made Noah’s heart race and his mind fog with nothing but pure desire.

Ryder pulled back just enough to look at Noah, his eyes dark, filled with both lust and something unspoken. "I’m not going anywhere," Ryder said, his voice husky. "You can push me away as much as you want, doll face, but I’m still going to come back for you."

Noah didn’t respond with words. Instead, he pulled Ryder back to him, kissing him fiercely, letting go of every doubt and every wall he had put up for so long. Ryder had him now, and he wasn’t running anymore.

Ryder’s fingers dug into Noah’s soft flesh, yanking him roughly onto his lap. Noah hissed at the sting but immediately bucked against Ryder’s touch, his body betraying him as a flush crept up his neck. Ryder grinned, wicked and mean, his breath hot against Noah’s ear. "Look at you, starving for it," Ryder whispered, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. His rough hands roamed down Noah’s chest, squeezing, bruising, until Noah shuddered from the ache of it.

Noah’s body trembled as the pain melted into something deeper, something he hated admitting he craved. His cock twitched, hard and throbbing, pressing against Ryder’s stomach, betraying just how badly he needed more. But Ryder wasn’t kind. He never was.

A sharp slap landed across Noah’s thigh, the sound echoing through the room. Noah swallowed hard, his throat tight, trying to focus through the haze clouding his mind.

"Ryder..." Noah’s voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. His legs shook as Ryder pushed them wider, his touch cruel as his fingers brushed over Noah’s entrance, teasing but never giving. "Please..."

"Please what?" Ryder’s voice was mocking, his fingers now pressing harder, circling, not enough to satisfy but enough to make Noah’s body quiver. Ryder’s other hand wrapped around Noah’s cock, squeezing tight, just this side of painful. "You love this, don’t you?" Ryder hissed, eyes dark and filled with sadistic hunger. "Can’t even pretend you don’t."

Soon, Noah was pushed into the bed.

Ryder climbed up the bed and kissed Noah’s cheek and neck. Noah was itchy because of his beard stubble, but he didn’t avoid it. Noah blushed, holding Ryder and nodding lightly.

Ryder unbuttoned Noah’s clothes. The fair body was pressed on the bed, and his nipples were sucked red and swollen, wet with glistening water.

Kneading the buttocks with big hands, the plump buttocks between his fingers were white and round!

Ryder spread open the soft buttocks and the hole in the middle was like a shy and tight flower. He touched the opening, which was so small that he could not even put the tip of the finger in.

Noah blushed and looked at him in panic.

"What are you doing?" Noah said anxiously.

"I’m just playing with you."

Ryder’s voice was so soothing, and he was a little bit dumbfounded.

Noah’s back arched as Ryder finally slid a finger inside, the sharp stretch making him whimper. His body betrayed him, clenching tight around Ryder’s hand as his cock twitched painfully. His lips parted, but no sound came out. He was lost—completely lost.

Ryder’s teeth sank into the soft flesh of Noah’s shoulder, hard enough to bruise, pulling a broken moan from Noah’s throat. "That’s it," Ryder growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Let me hear you."