Chapter Sixteen
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Mason
Ryan’s moans fuelled the fire inside me until it burned with the intensity of a fucking star.
After everything he’d done for me today, I needed to spoil and worship him until he was nothing but a melted puddle of pure bliss. The tiredness that had been sinking into my bones began to fade as my new purpose took hold. This was what I needed more than anything. It might not be the most conventional form of recovery, but that was between me and me alone. Besides, I knew I wasn’t going to be the only one getting laid tonight.
From the looks Rory had given West, I was pretty sure West was going to get pounced on as soon as they got home. And having lived with West through the early stages of his and Rory’s relationship—where they’d basically fucked like bunnies and hadn’t acknowledged they had feelings for each other—I had a pretty good idea of what that involved.
Rory was not a quiet man.
Then again, neither was West.
I hoped to high heaven that Ryan and I were more considerate than that. Jonny hadn’t said anything, so I guessed we were doing a pretty good job of keeping it to ourselves.
Ryan gasped, pushing his groin upwards as I kissed down the soft swell of his stomach, across his hip, and onto his thigh, trailing my mouth down the inside of one leg. My knees rubbed on the floor as I shifted position and out of the corner of my eye I could see the pair of us in Ryan’s mirror.
I’d never seen anything so fucking beautiful, the way he was all splayed out in front of me, just waiting to be tasted, with me kneeling between his thighs. He bent his knees, placing his feet on the edge of the bed and pushing his ass slightly forward. His cock was already half-hard and it visibly twitched with anticipation as I ran my fingers along the inside of his thigh.
“Tell me if you want me to do anything different,” I said as my mouth followed my fingers along his leg, hair brushing against my lips. I looked up and saw Ryan looking at me, and I winked at him. “You know I like being told what to do.”
Ryan moaned, his head flopping back onto the bed as he muttered something about me being too fucking perfect. I grinned and lowered my head back between his legs, running my tongue over his balls and kissing his taint. The smell of sweat and cherries filled my senses along with the deep, rich scent of Ryan that I just wanted to bottle and breathe in forever.
Would it be weird if I asked Ryan for a pair of his underwear to sniff when I jerked off? There was just something about the smell of him that I loved.
I gently spread his cheeks wider, exposing the furled skin of his hole dusted with dark, curled hair. I groaned as I buried my face in his ass, my tongue licking across the sensitive skin and drawing the most beautiful sounds from Ryan’s throat.
I grinned to myself, pride burning in my chest as I began to feast on him, taking him apart with my lips and my tongue. I wanted to give him everything I could and more, to make him squirm and whine and praise me as pleasure consumed him.
Ryan groaned, his thighs twitching like he wanted to wrap them around my head so he could hold me in place and ride my tongue. Which I definitely wasn’t opposed to.
I squeezed his cheeks and slid one hand up to tease his balls before encircling his shaft with my fingers, not quite gripping him but just holding him tight enough so he could feel me there.
“Fuck, baby. Are you trying to tease me?” Ryan asked with breathless amusement.
I just hummed against his ass and kissed his pucker again, pushing my tongue against the softening ring of muscle. I flicked my tongue, pressing it gently inside him, and intense satisfaction flooded me as Ryan gasped and moaned .
His hips bucked as he tried to push back against me and I let him ride my face for a moment or two before I tightened my grip on his cock and began to jerk him off. I knew just how good the dual sensations felt, and I wanted to give Ryan everything.
The burning in my tired muscles was still there, but my desire and purpose made it fade into the background until it was nothing but a dull ache.
Jumbled words and whispered praise filled my ears as I continued my work, using my hands and mouth to send Ryan soaring.
I slowly, softly added a finger in alongside my tongue, teasing his softened pucker with the digit as I licked and kissed him, all the while jerking him off using all the tricks I’d picked up over the last few weeks to drive him wild.
“M-Mason,” Ryan said. I’d never heard my name sound so good. “I’m getting close.”
I lifted my head as I pushed my finger inside him, groaning at the heat and tightness that enveloped me. “Yeah? I want to feel it, Ry. Please come for me.”
“Mmm, fuck, you’re so good for me. Oh shit… fuck… that’s it, right there… fuck! Harder, baby, stroke my cock harder… F-fu—” His last words were consumed by a moan as his ass tightened impossibly around my finger, his cock pulsing in my hand as hot ropes of cum splattered across my skin.
I kissed the inside of his thigh softly as he came down from the high of his orgasm, a feeling of contentment spreading through my chest. I’d done that… I’d made Ryan co me… It was a heady sensation and one I’d always enjoyed.
There was something about bringing my partner pleasure, being the one who could give them everything they needed, that satisfied some burning need deep, deep inside me. Ryan did so much for me and if this was something I could do for him, I’d do it in a heartbeat.
I knew our… friendship… had never been transactional, but I didn’t consider this a transaction. Giving myself to my partner like this wasn’t something I did because I expected something in return. It was purely because I enjoyed making them come.
And it wasn’t like I didn’t get anything out of it because it was deeply satisfying knowing that I could give someone that pleasure with my body.
My body was so often used to hit hard. I loved that it could be soft too. That it could give rather than just take and destroy.
Ryan’s fingers carded through the top of my hair, bringing me back to myself, and I looked up to see him propping himself up on one elbow, a blissed-out smile splitting his lips. “You really do have a talented tongue, baby.”
“Thanks,” I said as I slowly slid my finger out of him and released his cock, pressing one final kiss to the inside of his thigh before I carefully pulled myself to my feet. My muscles protested and I knew I was lucky that nothing was cramping. I’d have to stretch properly tomorrow as well as go for a little walk to make sure nothing seized up.
I leant over Ryan and lowered my head to kiss him softly. “You taste so good,” I said against his lips. “And you’re so sensitive. I’ll happily do that whenever you want.”
Ryan cupped my jaw and kissed me again. “Such a perfect boy.” Another kiss. “I think it’s my turn now.”
“You don’t have to,” I said, trying to ignore how rock hard my cock was.
“I know, but I want to. Unless you don’t want it?”
“I do. I just… I don’t want you to feel obligated.”
He frowned at me and it felt like he was scrutinizing my soul. For a moment, I wondered if he was going to start asking questions about my experiences with other partners, but instead he said, “Mason, please believe me when I say I’m not doing this out of obligation and I never will. If I’m offering to suck, lick, blow, fuck, or play with you, it’s because I want to. Understand?”
“Yeah,” I said, giving a little nod of my head.
“Good,” Ryan said before kissing me again. Then he smirked and put a hand on my chest, and before I knew it, I found myself sat on the edge of the mattress with Ryan sinking to the floor between my thighs. There was still cum all over my fingers but Ryan just gestured at the duvet. “You can wipe your hand on there. I’ll change the sheets.”
He reached for my waistband and I lifted my hips so he could tug my joggers down, releasing my aching cock. Ryan groaned happily as he wrapped his hand around my length and leant forward to press a kiss to the dripping head.
“You really do have a perfect cock,” he said, making me moan as his lips enveloped me. Perfect, wet heat surrounded me as Ryan took my cock into his mouth, taking me deeper with every bob of his head .
His tongue licked up the vein on my shaft and I groaned as he worked his hand and mouth in perfect sync, saliva dripping down my skin and slicking the way.
I already knew I wasn’t going to last long because I was exhausted and pent up, and the sight of Ryan with my cock in his mouth was burning itself into my brain. My balls tightened as pleasure seared my nerves, running down my spine like liquid metal.
“R-Ry,” I said with a broken moan as my fingers fisted into the sheets. “Ry, I’m close…. I’m…”
Ryan groaned around me and swallowed my cock deeper, his fingers brushing over my balls. And that was all it took to make me shoot my load down his throat, trying to bite back moans and gasps as my cock jerked and pulsed on his tongue.
I could feel my thighs shaking as my orgasm lingered, drawing out my release until I was nothing but a mindless pile of goo on the edge of Ryan’s bed.
He pulled off my cock slowly, kissing the tip and licking up the last of my cum before he rose gracefully to his feet and climbed onto my lap. It seemed to be his favourite place to sit but I wasn’t ever going to complain.
I loved the weight of him on my thighs.
He smiled at me before leaning in to kiss me languidly, and I could taste myself on his tongue. “Today has been fun,” he said quietly, his words barely above the sound of our breathing. “You looked good on the pitch. And even better between my thighs.”
“I aim to please.”
He chuckled softly. “You always succeed, no aiming needed.” He rested his hands against my chest and looked at me fondly. “Seriously, you were really good today. I know my rugby knowledge is barely above jack shit, so maybe take it with a pinch of salt, but you were born to play that game. And not just because of your size. But it’s so obvious how much you love it.”
“Thanks,” I said. “That’s how I feel when I see you on stage. You belong there, and I can’t imagine you anywhere else.”
“We’re just natural-born performers.”
“Some of us are just more stylish,” I said wryly and he grinned.
“Maybe rugby simply needs more glitter. Although… I seem to remember someone from the team coming to drag story time last year with glitter in his beard.”
“Yeah, that was Matty,” I said. “He did it again for Pride.”
“There we go. You’ll have to start adding glitter beards to rugby then. And maybe rhinestones to your boots.”
“I can do that,” I said with a chuckle, wrapping one arm around him to hold him close. “Thanks for coming today, though. I really appreciate it.”
“Don’t worry, this won’t be my last appearance. I think Rory and I are going to come to as many as we can. Although I don’t know if I’ll always make the away matches.”
“That’s fair enough. I wouldn’t expect you to.” I just appreciated him coming to the home games more than I could really put into words. It made my stomach flip, and something warm and heavy settled into my chest .
It was more than friendship.
There was something developing here that was deeper than I’d anticipated, but it didn’t scare me or bother me or do anything more than give me pause. Ryan and I hadn’t talked about the possibility of this ever becoming something other than a casual arrangement, and I didn’t even know how they felt about dating in general except that they didn’t mind the term boyfriend.
But that wasn’t something I needed to figure out right this second. All I needed to do was enjoy the moment.
I could figure out how I felt tomorrow and go from there.
There was no rush.