I knew what he meant. It wasn’t a bag of ice for my shoulder, it was invitation to come in to have sex with Ryan fucking Lindson. I nodded and came in.
The moment I stepped over the threshold, the heavy click of the door locking behind me sounded like a starting pistol. The room was standard hotel fare—two queen beds, a desk, and a glowing TV—but with Ryan in it, the space felt microscopic.
He didn’t even turn on the main lights. The only illumination came from the bathroom light leaking through the cracked door and the neon hum of the city outside the window.
I barely had time to turn around before Ryan was on me. He didn’t use the equipment trunks for leverage this time; he used his body. He was big and strong. He pressed me back against the door, his hands framing my head, his chest a solid wall against mine.
“You’re so bold outside,” he murmured, his nose brushing against mine. “Let’s see if you keep that same energy in here.”
God, he was in his moment. And I fucking loved it, but it terrified me a little. I never seen him so dominant and possessive towards me, it made the bugle in my pants hard.
“I’m not scared of you, Ryan,” I breathed, though my heart was hammering so hard I thought it might crack a rib. I reached up, my fingers sliding into the waistband of his jeans, pulling him flush against my hips.
I felt his hard dick against me. Does he wants this tonight?
Ryan let out a low, shaky breath and buried his face in the crook of my neck. His stubble grazed my skin, sending sparks straight to my gut. “You should be,” he groaned. “Because once I start, Oz… I’m not going to want to stop. I’ve spent too many nights in rooms just like this one, staring at the ceiling andwondering what it would feel like to have you right where you are now.”
He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, his expression intense, almost predatory. He reached down, his large hand cupping my jaw, his thumb tracing the line of my lower lip until I bit it.
“Ryan,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
“Yeah?”
“Less talking. More sex action.”
That was all the permission he needed. He captured my mouth again, deeper and hungrier than before. His hands moved with a frantic sort of precision, sliding under the hem of my shirt, his palms hot and rough against my skin. I let out a jagged moan, my head hitting the door with a dull thud as I wrapped my legs around his waist, desperate to be as close to him as humanly possible.
Ryan’s lips were demanding and insistent. I melted into him, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles beneath his shirt. He tasted like beer and mint, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that left me breathless. He growled with want and need. Of me.
He pulled away slightly, his breath hot against my lips. “Take your clothes off,” he demanded, his voice rough. I loved this side of him, all possessive and horny, like he couldn’t get enough of me.
I stepped back, my hands going to the hem of my shirt. I pulled it off slowly, teasing him, watching as his eyes darkened with desire. I tossed it to the side, then reached for the button of my jeans. Ryan’s eyes never left me, his gaze burning into me as I stripped down to my boxers. I could see the bulge in his pants growing, his cock straining against the fabric.
Ryan reached for me again, pulling me against him. His hands roamed over my body, squeezing my ass, running up my spine, and tangling in my hair. “You’re fucking perfect, Oz.”
He kissed me again, harder this time, his tongue fucking my mouth like he couldn’t wait to get inside me. I moaned into his mouth, my hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. I needed to feel his skin against mine.
Ryan broke the kiss, pulling his shirt off in one swift motion. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath my fingertips. “Like what you fucking see, Oz?”
His strong frame of muscles and skin left me breathless. He was perfect. Just perfect.
“Yes.” He was hot, his body a testament to the hours he spent in the gym and on the field. I leaned in, kissing his chest, my tongue flicking out to taste his skin. Ryan groaned, his hands tightening in my hair.
“Fuck, Oz,” he muttered, his voice strained. I looked up at him, a smirk playing on my lips.
“You like that?” I teased, my hand sliding down his stomach, feeling the hard ridges of his abs. I couldn’t believe I was going to have sex with Ryan fucking Lindson.
Ryan’s breath hitched as my hand reached the waistband of his pants. “You know I fucking do,” he growled, his hips bucking forward, seeking more of my touch.
I’m going to devour you, Ryan Lindson.
I unbuttoned his pants, sliding the zipper down slowly. Ryan’s cock sprang free, hard and thick, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking him slowly, feeling him pulse in my grip.
Ryan groaned, his head falling back, his eyes closed in pleasure. “Fuck….. yes. Just like that, Oz,” he hissed, his hips thrusting into my hand. “Keep doing that to your captain..”
God, he was so horny at that moment. I would do anything to satisfy his dirty needs. But first, I wanted a taste of him.
I dropped to my knees, my mouth watering at the sight of his cock. It was big and hard. For me.