17. Ryland
Ryland
Somee naked in my bed was something I would never get enough of. Her beautiful, golden brown skin reminded me of caramel, making my mouth water, and the look of longing in her eyes while she waited for me to touch her had my ego so fucking elevated.
My fingers moved down the column of her neck between her breasts to the dip of her waist where I spread my fingers wide, palm pressing against her skin and gripping her firmly before I lowered my head and planted a kiss on her hip.
She shivered from the contact and trembled with need, bringing a smile to my face.
I moved back up to her breasts and circled the area around her nipple before my thumb made contact.
I pressed firmly and pinched hard, watching as she arched her back away from the mattress and shifted her legs, in search of contact.
My hand moved back to the dip of her waist and my fingers pressed into her skin when I dropped my head to flick my tongue over her nipple then graze it with my teeth.
Each time my mouth made contact with her, I lifted my eyes to see her reaction.
Hers were barely visible because her lids were low but she kept them on me, watching as I palmed the insides of her thighs, spreading them deliberately slow.
I pressed a kiss to each, loving the feel of her heated skin beneath my lips.
I pushed her thighs wider, smiling at the sight of her glistening pussy and lowering to slowly drag my tongue down her slit. The taste of her had my dick growing thicker with each second that passed.
Somee lifted her hips and I smirked, raising and lifting my hands.
“Don’t rush me.”
Her eyes narrowed and I chuckled, dropping my head once more.
This time I worked my tongue over her and spread her pussy open with my fingers, swirling the tips at her opening before I pushed in deep, thrusting a few times as I sucked on her clit.
Her body arched into my touch, hips rocking so hard my face was buried deeper between her thighs.
I lifted my head, allowing our eyes to connect at the same time my fingers stroked her pussy with slow, torturous circles that moved over her clit.
I stopped abruptly, taking my mouth and hands from her.
She released a frustrated breath and glared at me until my mouth was on her again.
My pretty ass baby was so damn greedy.
I dipped my head and my mouth to make contact.
I chuckled against her slick skin at the same time as I eased one finger in, stroking in and out of her with shallow thrusts.
After a few minutes of teasing, I lifted my head and hand, fingers just as slick as her pussy, and sucked them into my mouth, watching Somee watch me.
“You taste good. I would share but you’re impatient,” I signed with a smirk.
My mouth was on her again, dragging my tongue up and down her lips before showing some love to her throbbing clit, sucking hard while my tongue mercilessly worked across it.
This time there was no stopping. I continued tasting and teasing, coaxing her higher.
By the time I pushed two fingers in, Somee’s entire body was trembling and squirming as she ground against my mouth until she shattered, shaking and gasping for air.
I relished the taste of her on my tongue but needed to feel her soft wetness and warmth around my dick.
I stepped off the bed and pulled her to the edge, draping my arms beneath her thighs before I slid into her, groaning from the sight of my dick getting lost in her glistening, swollen pussy.
I smiled arrogantly when her lids fluttered and her lips parted before her hazy eyes focused on me.
I dropped my eyes, watching as I eased in slowly, filling her while the last tremors of her orgasm caused that pussy to pulse and clench around my dick.
I rocked into her, grinding deep before I slid out and rammed back in, growling in satisfaction from the feel of her opening a little more each time I bottomed out.
Our eyes met before I lifted her higher, finding a new angle, fucking her with long hard thrusts that had her fingers curling into the bedding and her mouth slack.
Her walls squeezed me tighter each time I drove into her with rough, deep thrusts that had her body jerking erratically.
I fucked her right through her second orgasm without stopping while I coaxed her toward a third when I felt my own release rising.
She shattered for the third time, with her pussy clenching, drawing the nut from me while she held me hostage.
I lowered her to the bed, pushed her knees into her stomach, and firmly wrapped my hand around her neck, bringing her mouth to mine.
When our bodies leveled, I rocked into her with slow, lazy thrusts, watching her face until a smile surfaced and her eyes peeled open.
I kissed her shoulder and buried my face into her neck while her breathing returned to a normal pace.
It didn’t take long before my dick was thickening again.
One more round, then I needed to show love to her mind the way I was showing love to this pussy.
Sovoya: What are you wearing?
Me: Clothes.
Sovoya: Suit, Ryland!
I decided to call because I wasn’t going back and forth via text about what I was wearing to a meeting I had no interest in attending.
“I’m not wearing a gotdamn suit. This isn’t an official meeting.”
“If it doesn’t go as planned, it will be an official press conference to let the city know Karl Bashay is allowing personal feelings to affect this business decision.
Put a gotdamn suit on.” Sovoya spoke calmly but her words still held weight.
I was already annoyed that the meeting was happening.
The last thing I wanted was to put effort into my appearance just to sit in front of these damn people to tell me some bullshit about why I wasn’t good enough to remain on the Sharks roster.
“How are you going to call a press conference for a meeting that isn’t officially supposed to be happening?” My tone was clipped as I stepped into my closet. The motion sensor lights illuminated, brightening the space. Looking at the two rows of suits only further pissed me off.
“Van and I have that part covered. All I need you to do is be here, dressed like a professional. Let me do my job, Ryland. One hour.”
She ended the call and I closed my eyes, yanked a hand down my face, and exhaled a harsh breath. Once I felt a bit more grounded but still fucking pissed, I reached for a dark gray suit, black shirt, and bypassed the tie.
While I dressed, my mind kept circling back to what I was missing to engage this bullshit.
There was no way to swing getting Rylee to school and this damn meeting.
When I woke up and saw the text from Sovoya about a meeting with the Sharks GM, Kesmond George, and owner, Karl Bashay, who was trying to make me the league’s bitch by passing me around from one team to the next, I immediately hit her line asking if it could be pushed so I didn’t have to miss taking Rylee to school. But Sovoya shut that down.
My priority had to be football and today was a reality check of how things would change in the next couple months.
The start of the season would be in March, which meant my focus would shift back to football.
Training, appearances, meetings, brand deals.
The time I would have to invest in my career meant time away from Rylee, which had not only her heavy on my mind but Somee as well.
Her being here was not a permanent situation but not a gotdamn thing about how I felt about her was temporary.
What we were doing was cool, but it wasn’t a guarantee that she would stay.
I shouldn’t expect her to, however, I wanted that shit more than I could make sense of.
The selfish part of me needed Somee here with me and Rylee.
One thing at a time. I had to get past this trade bullshit before I could deal with how to keep Somee in our lives.
I drove to Omari Corp Performance Field, which was our practice facility and front office headquarters, trying to curb the anger pushing through my veins.
This meeting should not be happening. Of all the years I had given the Sharks, here I was, having to prove that I was still worthy of wearing a jersey.
Over pussy that I didn’t even get to sample…
This shit was wild, and more than anything, a reality check.
I had been going back and forth with the weight of this situation over the past couple weeks.
I never had to care how my actions affected anyone other than myself before now.
As long as I showed up on gamedays to help my team win, the rest was just background noise.
The partying, the women, the stupid decisions that got me headlines didn’t fucking matter… until now.
“You need to stop being so damn reckless, Land.”
I couldn’t count the number of times Sovoya and Vanessa both hit me with that line and now it was coming back to haunt me. Not because I made a bad decision but because I tried to do the right thing and not sleep with a married woman.
I snorted at the thought when I pulled into the spot next to Sovoya.
My gaze moved to the building in front of me and everything looked different.
Physically, it was the same. Panels of tinted glass lined the front, looking more like a building that should have been downtown instead of sitting in front of the practice fields.
But seeing it now felt like a fucking gut punch.
This damn team had literally said fuck me and my commitment to the franchise.
This place had been my home since I was drafted and I couldn’t imagine any of this not being a part of my life.
I needed Sovoya to fix this shit. I also needed to make sure moving forward, my future as a Shark wasn’t at risk.
Even if their reasoning was complete bullshit, I still put myself in the position to be placed in the line of fire.