I licked the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum, before taking him fully into my mouth. Ryan’s hands tangled in my hair, guiding my movements, his hips thrusting in time with my bobbing head. I sucked him hard, my tongue swirling around his shaft, feeling him hit the back of my throat. He tasted delicious. I just wanted more of him and his cock.
“Fuck, Oz,” Ryan groaned, his voice strained. “You’re gonna make me come.” I pulled off him, looking up at him with a dirty smirk.
“Not yet,” I said, standing up and pushing him onto the bed.
I wasn’t strong, but I pushed him like I was on a mission. A mission onhim.
Ryan lay back on the sheets, his cock standing straight up, begging for attention. I climbed onto the bed, my body on top of him where my cock was rubbing against his. My small frame fit perfectly on top of his big frame of muscle.
Ryan’s hands roamed over my body, squeezing my ass, running up my spine, and tangling in my hair. He pulled me down for a kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that left me breathless.
“Lube?” I ask between dirty kisses.
“On the nightstand.” He growled back.
I reached for the lube on the nightstand, pouring some onto my fingers. I gave some to him as he strokes his dick with the lube. Ryan’s eyes never left me as I reached behind myself, preparing my ass for him. I put two fingers in my ass, going in and out. Ryan watched with lust as he continues to stroke his dick.
“Fuck, that’s hot. Ready?” Ryan muttered, his voice rough with desire.
“Ready.” I smirked, positioning myself over his cock. I lowered myself onto him slowly, feeling him stretch me open. Ryan groaned, his hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. I rode him slowly, my body moving in a sensual rhythm, feeling him fill me completely.
I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as Ryan’s cock hit all the right spots. “Fuck, Ryan,” I groaned, my voice strained. “I’m gonna come.”
Ryan’s hands tightened on my hips, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “Come for me, Ozzie,” he growled, his voice rough with need. I threw my head back, my body tensing as my orgasm crashed over me. Ryan groaned, his hips bucking up into me as he came, filling me with his hot cum. I collapsed onto his chest, both of us breathing heavily, our bodies slick with sweat. He takes his dick out of my ass slowly. “You okay, rookie?”
“Perfect.” I say breathing heavily with sweat on my body.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. Ryan’s hands roamed over my back, his touch gentle and soothing. I looked up at him, a smile playing on my lips.
“That was fucking amazing,” I said, my voice soft.
Ryan smirked, his hand cupping my cheek. “Yes. That fucking was, Oz.”
I didn’t even feel his kiss on my forehead, before I fell asleep on him, dreaming of more sex with Ryan Lindson.
4
RYAN
The sunlight stabbing through the hotel curtains felt like a personal attack. I rolled over, my arm instinctively reaching for the warm weight of the man who had been tangled in the sheets with me until three in the morning.
My hand hit cold, empty polyester.
I sat up fast, my heart doing a nervous gallop. The room was silent except for the hum of the air conditioner. Ozzie was gone. For a second, a dark pit opened up in my stomach—the “veteran” brain taking over, telling me that last night was a mistake, that he’d panicked and bolted.
Did I make a mistake while having sex with him? Did I go too far with my dirty talk? I hope that wasn’t the fucking case.
I dragged myself out of bed, my muscles aching in that specific, satisfied way that had nothing to do with the gym. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror—red-eyed, brown hair a mess, and a faint bruise on my shoulder where Ozzie hadgripped me. I looked like a man who had finally gotten exactly what he wanted and was now terrified of losing it.
But man, that sex was fucking amazing.
Another part of me was scared what others thought.
We were the Rock Hills Beavers’ core. If this went south, it wouldn’t just be a breakup; it would be a clubhouse disaster. People would talk and wonder why two teammates are secretly hitting each other off. I can’t let that happened to me. Or to Ozzie.
After a long, scalding shower to clear my head, I stepped back into the room, towel wrapped around my waist. I went to grab my watch from the bedside table, and that’s when I saw it.
A small, jagged slip of paper torn from the hotel notepad.