Chapter 19 #2
I nudged him, once again touched by the small details. Eyeing the collection of random picnic food, I decided on a cracker with Vegemite and cheese first. It seemed Ryan’s nostalgia hadn’t stopped with music but included food we devoured when we were kids.
I munched happily on the salty tang of the food. After swallowing, I asked, “So tell me about your day. Did you head to the market?”
While chewing, he bobbed his head. When he’d emptied his mouth and had a drink of water, he said, “Yeah. Ivy loved it. She was knackered by the time we left, taking in everything. Gran was a bit worn out too, but I made sure we took our time and rested loads.”
“She’s so much better than she was.” I offered him a reassuring smile, which he returned.
“And I’m glad you had a good time. You get yourself a tie-dyed T-shirt or anything?
” I quirked my eyebrow for good measure and bit into a cheerio dripping in tomato sauce.
These small sausages were the best of processed goodness.
“Nope, but I’ll go back on Saturday and get you one.”
I snorted. It was the sort of thing Ryan would do.
Even as a kid when he was broke, he would have saved money from his mowing jobs to go and blow it on a crappy T-shirt, just so he could laugh his arse off at me.
Because of course I would have worn the damn thing.
Now that he was not at all strapped for cash, I dreaded the sort of mischief he could get up to.
Not that we’d discussed his whole money situation.
Honestly, I didn’t want to think too deeply about it.
Knowledge of how much he earned and had in the bank made me weirdly uncomfortable.
And that I could probably find out with a quick internet search stirred unease in my gut. It was best not to think about it.
Distracting myself from my warped mind, I scooped up another mini processed sausage and indicated for him to eat it. He did so with a smirk. “We have plans on Saturday that don’t involve tie-dye shirts.”
“We do, huh?” he asked around his mouthful of food.
“We will do when I think of something,” I joked.
We carried on munching, but midbite of a strawberry, I remembered about his call. “Didn’t you have another video call tonight?”
Ryan swallowed his own piece of fruit before answering. “Postponed till tomorrow evening for me. Though I expect the call will be canceled, as from the latest message I received, it’s pretty much a done deal.”
Honestly, that wasn’t a surprise. I told him as much.
“You’re a brilliant player, and I imagine it’ll make all sorts of sense to each team for the trade.
” I didn’t know anything about the player he was being traded with.
Even though I’d been tempted to search, I wasn’t that much a glutton for punishment.
“So you’ll need to pack up as soon as you get back to Minnesota? ”
Shaking his head, he placed his drink back on the table. “It’s not crazy fast like it would be if the trade took place in the season. But it’s best if I get settled sooner rather than later. It means I can get my fitness up. Burn all the lamingtons off.” He grinned.
“What will you do about a place to live?” While Ryan had done this all before, the whole thing was alien to me.
“Micky will help me get something sorted.”
As he spoke and continued to tell me about some of the players he knew on the new team, he became increasingly animated.
The building excitement in his voice and his expression created fresh warmth to flood my system.
He should be excited by the move, and I was relieved he was, now the initial shock had bled away.
With the new eagerness in his eyes when he told me about a player called Joyce, certainty swept over me. Ryan playing with a team with strong stats was how his future should look, especially with retirement not being too far away. Maybe a handful of years or so—if he chose to stay the course.
“Hey.” Ryan’s quiet voice and his palm on my arm startled me. “You okay? You haven’t said anything for a while.” Concern dipped his brows.
Immediately I reassured him. “Just listening.” I held back the direction of my own thoughts.
“Was I waffling on?” A sheepish look crossed his face.
I smirked. “Nah. You’re excited, and I’m glad. You deserve this move.”
Pink spots appeared on the apples of his cheeks. “I do, huh?” The drop in his tone caught my attention, and I quirked my brow.
“You cruising for compliments, Broadwater? Thousands of fans chanting your name not enough for you?” My words were light and flirty.
A flash of heat flared in his eyes before he leaned into me. “There’s only one person I ever need to hear chanting my name.”
The fluttering of wings returned full force in my abdomen, soon beating frantically, swooping high and hitting my rib cage.
“You want me at your games cheering the loudest?” I could barely hear, let alone breathe, as I waited for his answer.
While I was flirting and playing along, it didn’t stop my need to know.
“Every single fucking game.” The force and possession of his words and his tone took me by surprise. I’d barely grabbed a breath before his mouth slammed down on mine. Then everything was fast and frantic as we tore our clothes off, and Ryan all but dragged me to my bedroom.
My shoulder whacked the wall and the door with enough force I was sure to bruise. I didn’t care about any of it. My whole focus was on the man whose lips were perfect against mine. On the man whose tongue got me so revved up, I saw stars and leaked precum like my cock had something to prove.
I grunted when my back slammed onto the mattress, then groaned before I could ask a single thing when he slathered my dick with lube and stretched himself. “Fuck.” No chance was I missing out on my fingers inside him.
Swiping around for the lube, I smiled in triumph when I took hold of it. A small smile broke free on Ryan’s face as he continued to ride his damn fingers while spread over my lap.
“Let me take over.” The hoarse dip of my demand had the desired reaction. Once more, want flashed in his eyes, and he scooted forward to straddle my stomach, giving me better access.
Two fingers slipped inside him with such ease, my dick pulsed. I groaned, and he gasped as he bore down on them, leaning forward and pressing his mouth to mine. I captured his groan when I plunged in with three fingers.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped. “That… so full.”
“Just wait till you’re riding me,” I said with a grunt, my fingers needy, searching. While I’d explored Ryan before, it had never been like this. And with the heat of him as he sucked my fingers deep and his urgent kisses, I understood why.
“Fuck. I need you on my dick.” My words were loud, full of heat. With my fingers pressing against his prostate, Ryan nodded just as he shuddered. His mouth flew open, and I glanced down at his cock. My stomach glistened with his precum, making Ryan picture-fucking-perfect.
“You still okay to go bare?” Just saying the words aloud had my dick straining.
“Yes, definitely.”
I nodded, reached for the lube, lathered myself up again, and then encouraged Ryan to settle back on my lap.
Taking a calming breath, I rubbed up his thighs, needing a moment to pull myself together.
“Remember to go slow and stop if it’s too much.
” I maintained eye contact as we spoke. Just last week we’d had a surprisingly unawkward conversation about me being on PrEP and negative, and Ryan sharing he’d only exchanged BJs and handjobs.
Not only that, regular testing confirmed he was negative.
Knowing Ryan had never been penetrated this way before did a hell of a thing to my needy cock, making me desperate for him. With that came a fierce craving to make this good for him. “You ready?” I asked.
“So fucking ready,” he said, so breathlessly that my gaze slammed into his.
The expression on his face almost unraveled me. Need, desire, and absolute trust filled his features. Every single emotion was for me.
“I love you.”
Ryan bit his bottom lip and nodded as he lifted.
I took hold of my cock, helping it find its mark. Then the fucker did exactly what I told him not to and slammed down, his arsecheeks meeting my flesh and me filling him so completely, my dick and my heart would never be free of his hold.
Both were more than okay with me.
I recovered quicker than Ryan, who froze above me, eyelids closed, bottom lip white from how fiercely he bit down, and breathing in short, fast pants.
Somehow I found my voice. “Christ, Ryan.” I grunted at the tight heat wrapped around me and willed myself not to twitch in happiness. “You okay?” Despite the bliss of being buried inside him, worry edged my words.
“Yeah.” The strain in his voice matched the wild look in his eyes when he finally peered down at me. “I’ll be okay.”
“What happened to slow?”
“You ever know me not to go ahead and take what I want when I’ve made up my mind about something?”
Humor filled me, knowing he was absolutely right. There was something else, though, in his tone, his words, the emotion in his expression. “And you made up your mind convincingly when—” I gasped when he lifted slightly, the motion exploratory.
“When what?” His voice shook and thighs trembled when he lifted again. This second slide down, the lines on his forehead smoothed out.
“When,” I started, valiantly rallying my thoughts—no easy task when Ryan eased up and down once more, a steady rhythm being created. “When,” I tried again, “you decided you were going to be a pro at riding me.”
He barked a chuckle, and both of us groaned.
“Well, that,” he said, his breathing picking up. How was he having a rational conversation? True, I’d yet to move, but there wasn’t a chance I could stay still for much longer.
“And?”
“I meant what I said about wanting you at every game.”
Reacting straightaway, I pushed myself up to sit. Ryan hooked himself to me—whether to steady himself or hold on to the significance of his words, I had no clue. I held him tight, his cock pressed to my belly, my arms a vise around him.
And then I was kissing him while thrusting slowly, pouring every sense of myself into this kiss, into this man who had managed to recapture my heart despite the time and distance.
Our mouths remained connected, sharing breaths, sharing heat, sharing our whispered, incoherent words of lust and love, and then I pushed back, needing to be on top.
Settled between his legs, I held on to his lips and angled away to capture his half-mast stare. “Okay?”
“Yeah.”
I smiled before I eased out of his tight sheath and slammed back into him. I lost my smile, groaning at the sensation. My thrusts were fast, becoming more erratic the more Ryan garbled me to fuck him, the requests for “harder” taking me over.
Sparks flashed in my eyes, my legs going numb, toes cramping up as fire coursed through me, quick and fast and so mind-blowing as my orgasm burst free.
I groaned, shouted, shivered, and somehow I found the power to pull out. Hearing Ryan’s grumble, I smiled, scooted down, and latched on to his dick.
Flicking my gaze to his, I watched as he fell apart, reveled in how he clung to my head. And when he spilled into my mouth, I sucked and lapped every last drop until his shaking limbs stopped and he was a puddle of bones and muscle.
With my head on his sweat-soaked stomach, I breathed heavily and grinned. Ryan’s hand found my head, where he lazily stroked.
“You doing okay?” I asked, trailing my finger up his thighs, curious and still feeling needy.
He wiggled and grunted when my finger brushed against his pucker. Finding him dripping, I groaned. “That’s so hot.”
“It is?” he asked, still squirming.
“Fuck yes.”
The tug on my hair had me glancing up at him. “In that case, shower, power nap, then I’m so doing that to you.” A large, sleepy smile was sent my way. God, I could absolutely get used to seeing it there.
According to Ryan, he was going to find a way to make that happen. My heart bounced around in my rib cage. Holy shit, were we really going to do this?