Bound By His Rules {M×M} のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

It was Valentine’s night. The roads were quiet and dark. Snowflakes drifted across the windshield as I drove to the jail. On the seat beside me sat the small red card and a heart-shaped chocolate I had bought for Ryan. My hands were sweaty on the wheel. I kept thinking about him sitting alone in his cell on a day that was supposed to be about us.The lobby was almost empty. Only two other visitors waited. When I reached the security desk, Officer Kane was there. Alone. No other guards tonight.He looked up the moment I walked in. His eyes met mine and stayed there. “Alex. Happy Valentine’s.”His voice was deep and calm, like always. He stepped around the desk to do the pat-down himself. His big hands started at my shoulders, then moved down my sides. They slid over my hips, slow and firm. When he reached my thighs, his palms pressed against the inside, brushing close to my crotch. I felt the heat of his body behind me. My cock twitched hard in my jeans. I bit my lip and tried to

I rubbed my eyes and checked the clock on my laptop. Eleven p.m. The humanities building was dead silent except for the hum of the air conditioning. I had been here since dinner, grinding through my final thesis on modern architecture. The big lecture hall was empty now, rows of desks stretching out like shadows under the low emergency lights. Everyone else had gone home hours ago. Professors, students, even the janitors. Or so I thought.I heard it first. A soft squeak of wheels rolling down the hallway. Then the door at the back of the hall creaked open. I looked up from my screen and saw him. A tall guy, probably in his late thirties, pushing a mop bucket into the room. He was built solid, like he spent his days lifting weights instead of cleaning floors. His uniform shirt stretched tight over his broad shoulders and chest, sleeves rolled up to show thick forearms. Dark hair cut short, a bit of stubble on his jaw. He moved with a quiet focus, like he owned the place in the dead

I cursed under my breath as I jogged back to campus. Midnight had come and gone. The humanities building loomed dark and empty. I had left my laptop in the lecture hall. Stupid mistake. The thesis files were on it. I needed them for tomorrow.The side door was unlocked. I slipped inside. The halls were black. Only the exit signs glowed red. My footsteps echoed. I pushed open the door to the big lecture hall.It was pitch dark. No lights on. I pulled out my phone and turned on the flashlight. The beam swept across the rows of desks. Empty. My spot in the front row looked the same. Laptop gone? No. There it was. On the desk.A soft sound stopped me. Breathing. Heavy and quick. From the front of the room.I swung the light. My heart jumped.Rafe sat in my usual seat. His eyes were closed. Head back. One hand held my forgotten hoodie to his nose. The other was between his legs. Stroking his cock. Slow and firm.His pants were open. Cock out. Thick and hard. Veins bulging. The head shiny

RHYDIAN’s POVJax's whisper hung in the air like smoke, thick and tempting. His eyes were still glazed from his orgasm, cum streaking his chest like war paint, but that cocky grin was already creeping back. My cock was softening inside him, but the way he clenched around me—deliberate and teasing—made it twitch back to life.I pulled out slowly. A thick trail of my cum leaked from his hole, dripping down his ass onto the motel sheets. He didn't flinch. Instead, he reached down, scooped some up with his fingers, and sucked them clean, moaning like it was the best thing he had tasted all day."Fuck yeah," he said, his voice rough from all the moaning. "But this time, I want you to watch me work for it."He rolled off the bed, still naked and glistening, and rummaged through his backpack. I propped myself up on my elbows, cock already hardening again as I watched his ass flex with every move. He pulled out a small bottle of lube—clearly not his first rodeo on the road—and a condom, b

I exploded. My cock pulsed in his hand, shooting thick ropes across his desk. My hole clenched around him so tight he groaned. He fucked me through every wave, never slowing down.When I finally stopped shaking, he pulled out. I whimpered at the emptiness.He turned me around, lifted me like I weighed nothing, and carried me to the couch. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap, facing him. My legs straddled his thick thighs.“Ride me,” he said. “Show me how bad you want that A.”I reached between us, lined him up, and sank down in one smooth motion. He filled me again, even deeper in this position. I started moving immediately—rolling my hips, bouncing, and taking every inch.His hands gripped my ass, spreading me wider. “That’s it. Use my cock. Earn it.”I rode him harder. Faster. My cock slapped against his stomach with every bounce. I leaned forward and kissed him roughly, biting his lip.“Deeper,” I demanded against his mouth. “Fuck me deeper. I want to feel you in my guts.”He t