17. Ryan
SEVENTEEN
Ryan
As soon as I walk in the door to my penthouse, my control is put to the test.
June is in my living room, her phone propped up on a tripod, and is bent completely backward, her tits and hips pointed up to the heavens. Or my mouth. Depends on your perspective.
God help me, those teal yoga pants are skintight, and the way she’s positioned, my eyes go right to the center of her opened legs. I barely notice the teal-and-pink-swirled sports bra covering her breasts because, hello, her bare stomach is right there.
I’ve never wanted to lick along a woman’s bare abdomen like I do right now.
I’m hanging on by a thread.
I want to peel those damn pants from her legs and bury myself in that tight pussy of hers while she keeps herself upright in this position. I want to test her control, and more than anything, I want another taste. She makes me feel like an addict, a man on the verge of self-destruction, trying to get another hit.
But I won’t. I can’t.
Even though I want to more than I want to breathe.
“Oh, hey, Ryan.” June gracefully flits to the floor, giving me a smile that has me forgetting my own name.
I’m so fucked. “Hey there. Where’s Oliver?”
“My dad picked him up from day care today. He wanted to take him out for dinner.” Her eyes fly open and she gasps. “Did you hurt your leg during the game?”
I don’t remember walking into my living room, closing most of the distance between us, but here I am, so close I can touch her. And I apparently limped the whole way. “It’s nothing. I pulled my hamstring during practice today; it’s just a bit tight.” And that’s when everything else she said catches up and I’m thrown off-balance. “You watched the game?”
She glances to the floor, a pink hue spreading across her cheeks as she stands. “Oliver wanted to watch you play. He loved every minute of it.”
The image of the two of them in my place, on my couch, watching me play football does funny things to my insides. “You guys should come to the game Thursday.” It’s out before I can stop it, before I can make myself keep quiet. But damn. I do want them there. “It’s our first official game of the season. I can get you in the family box.”
She opens her mouth, snapping it closed almost immediately.
“You can bring your sister or a friend if you want. It would mean a lot to have Oliver there.” Am I desperate to have her and my son there on Thursday? Yes. Do I care? No.
“Okay. Poppy would love that, actually. She’s a fan of the uniforms. ”
I think June is, too, but I’m a gentleman, and I won’t point it out.
“I can get some game pictures for your new Instagram too.”
“That would be good. Great.”
“Do you want me to help you stretch? We can introduce you, and maybe I can have us running through some post-training stretches? It would be great for my page. Unless you changed your mind.”
I couldn’t want that less. Practice was grueling, and I don’t think a few stretches are going to make a shit of a difference. But June is looking at me like I hung the moon, and I can’t say no. I did tell her I’d help her with her business, and that’s a promise I intend to keep.
“Sure.” And that’s when I remember her camera propped up and possibly recording this whole interaction. “That’s not live, is it?”
“No.” She laughs, waving me off. “I usually record and edit before posting. Let me start a new one and we can get started.”
I glance down at my outfit—basketball shorts and a sleeveless Aces T-shirt—before my eyes swing back to her. As much as I like seeing her in those tight pants, I’m not sure I could fit into something like that. Nor do I want to. “Am I dressed okay?”
She looks at me, lingering on my arms, and I resist the urge to flex. Fine, I flex a little bit. “Yep. It’s perfect.”
June steps in front of me, I’m assuming to get her phone, but I have no idea. I can’t see anything. In fact, I’m not sure the neurons are firing properly in my brain. All I know is that her ass looks perfect. Supple. Tight. I want to grab it, spank it, possibly bite it, and not necessarily in that order. I’ve never considered myself an ass man, but, well, safe to say that’s changed.
As she bends over, my dick rises, and there is nothing I can do to get this untimely boner to go down—not when all I want to do is grab her hips and sink into her gorgeous body.
She’s back much too soon, tapping away on her phone and holding it in front of us. I’m going to have an erection on camera.
“You ready?”
No. “Sure am.”
Her smile grows, lighting up her whole face, and my dick twitches. Thanks, buddy. Don’t need the reminder. I know you’re here and you’re about to make this real fucking awkward.
“Hey, everyone. I want to introduce you to my friend, Ryan Devlin. You may recognize him from Nashville’s football team, the Aces.”
“Hi.” Cue awkward wave. Please for the love of all things holy let my dick deflate before she has me doing who knows what on one leg.
“Be gentle, guys. It’s his first time.”
Which has me thinking of our first time, which is not at all helping my situation. June is oblivious, sitting her phone back down, and my eyes are glued to the screen. My cock has done nothing but harden, and I’m trapped. I can’t adjust it, I can’t ask for a time-out, and I sure as shit can’t run to the bathroom to rub one out real quick.
Thank fuck you can’t see anything right now. Maybe a shadow.
She talks about my injury, reasons it could happen, and honestly I’m not completely paying attention. I’m too busy thinking about walking in on my grandmother naked. Loose skin. A large and possibly concerning mole on her butt cheek. A mole that reminds me of my English 101 teacher in college. She had a mole with three hairs right above her upper lip and teeth so yellow it looked like she chewed a highlighter every morning.
Whew.
Problem solved.
Dick is soft and no longer an issue.
“The first pose we’re going to do is the downward-facing dog. Don’t worry, a lot of this will get edited out.” She instructs me to get down on her mat, kneeling away from her and planting my hands in front of me. I’m pushing up, and wow, there’s a nice stretch in the back of my legs. Okay. I can do this.
And then she puts her hands on my hips, pulling them back and up while pushing down gently on my back.
I can’t do this.
All the work I did willing my dick to go down was all for nothing. This time it’s painfully hard, trapped between my thigh and my abdomen. All she’s doing is touching my hips, hers no doubt hovering dangerously close to my backside. It’s innocent. She’s trying to help. This whole thing is being recorded.
But fuck. None of it matters when she’s touching me.