Chapter Five
Ryan
“Please, touch me,” Lana whimpers, her hips bucking up against mine.
“Lana,” I purr against her neck. “Tell me you’re mine.”
I need to hear it. That she never wants anyone else, that she’ll only be mine.
“I’m yours,” she breathes, and my previous restraint snaps. Her pants hit the floor and I use my knee to spread her thighs, fully committed to repeating last night, but she stops me.
“I want you,” Lana says, glancing down. “All of you.”
My cock jumps. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m sure. I want all of you, Ryan.” The way my name falls from her lips snaps me into action. I drop my own pants and search for a condom but can’t seem to find any.
“Lana, I don’t have any condoms.” I turn to face her and let out a low growl at the way she looks up at me through hooded lids, her brown eyes locking me in place.
“We don’t need one,” she says softly. “I’m on the pill. Please, Ryan, just take me.”
Her plea lights a fire in me, and the idea of feeling all of her around my cock turns it into a wildfire. Hot and consuming.
I turn, and slowly lower my boxers; her lips part on a gasp as I let my cock spring free. The heavy length twitches under her gaze.
I kneel on the edge of the bed, slotting myself between her knees and lowering my weight over her. Her eyes flicker to my lips, and I lean in to kiss her.
She’s grown more confident, but there’s still a hint of hesitation as she teases my lips with her tongue, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer.
I thrust my tongue into her mouth, taking control as I lace my fingers through her hair and tilt her head.
I hum and she whimpers, gripping me tighter, as though I’ll disappear.
I’m not going anywhere, baby girl, I mentally promise.
Pulling back, I smile as I get a glimpse of her glassy eyes and swollen lips.
“If you need me to stop, tell me, understand?” I ask, and she nods. “I need you to tell me you understand, Lana.”
“I understand,” she says, gripping my shoulders.
I brace myself over her with one hand. With the other, I glide down her body, brushing past her hardening nipples. She hisses at the sensitivity and I tease them for a moment, pinching and massaging.
She lets out a low moan that turns me nearly feral. Barely holding on, I continue to move my hand down over her waist, past her hips, and directly to her soaking, wet pussy. Her thighs fall open, giving me full access to swirl my thumb around her swollen bud.
“Ryan,” she says my name like a prayer.
“I’ve got you, Lana. Now let me show you just how real this is for me.” I slip one finger inside of her, and capture the sounds she makes with a passionate kiss. The air between us grows thick and electric.
I gently slide another finger in, and begin to stretch her, carefully. I may want to claim her as mine, but I don’t want to hurt her.
“Please, Ryan. Just fu—” I crook my fingers and her head falls back, her nails dig into my shoulders. “Why is this still on?” She huffs, tugging at my shirt.
I chuckle and rip it over my head with one hand, continuing to pump my fingers in and out of her, scissoring them open with each pulse to prep her for my thick cock. It bounces in time with each pulse of her pussy around my fingers, desperately reaching for her.
“Are you ready?” I ask, crooking my fingers once more.
Lana groans and grasps at the sheets, looking for something to hold onto. She’ll feel like she’s floating by the time I’m done with her.
“Yes. Please, Ryan.” She’s breathing heavily now. Her breasts rise and fall quicker the closer I get her to the edge.
I slip my fingers out and she whines. It cuts off abruptly when her breath catches. My cock is now lined up to slip inside of her heat.
“Tell me when to stop.” I slowly push forward. She tenses, and there’s a bit of resistance. “Relax, baby girl,” I coo, cupping a hand to her cheek. She nuzzles into it and takes a deep breath, relaxing her core. “That’s it. You’re letting me in now.”
I slip the head of my cock into her, and she gasps, her hips bucking with unexpected pleasure.
“Don’t stop!” she cries out, pushing her hips up to take more of me. I slowly rock my hips, careful not to go too quick.
“Ryan, please move. I can’t—oh god—shit.” She loses the ability to speak clearly, babbling as I pull most of the way out and carefully snap my hips forward.
“I—fuck—want to try something,” she says after a couple minutes of me slowly thrusting. I cock my head to the side.
“What is it, baby girl?” Her cheeks heat and she covers her mouth with her hands. It’s the cutest damn thing, especially with me inside her. I pump shallowly, keeping her going. She bites back another moan.
“Flip me over and…” She hides her face. “Spank me while you—”
My brows shoot up. Dirty girl.
“While I, what?” I press, leaning over her to press our hips closer together.
She inhales sharply as I fill her fully.
“While you fuck me.” The words spill out in a rush, barely leaving any space between them.
“You want me to spank you while I fill you?” I ask, thrusting shallowly, making her moan.
“Yes.”
My cock twitches, and I take control. I pull out long enough to flip her over and haul her hips up to gently slip back inside her.
“Oh god,” she moans, clutching at the sheets.
“No, baby girl. There’s no room for any other man in our bed, including God.” My voice is rough. It’s becoming more difficult to control myself.
Leaning over her, I pump my hips, feeling her clench around me as I reach around to rub her clit. “That’s it.”
“Ryan, it’s too much,” she whines while pushing into my hand.
I hum in response and remove my hand, chuckling as she chases it. “Easy, there’s more where that came from.”
Straightening, I begin thrusting harder into her, and she clutches at the sheets, her knuckles white.
“Is this too much?” I ease up.
She shakes her head, “No.”
With a smirk she can’t see, I say “good,” then spank her, harder than before.
“Oh!” She arches her back, seeking more.
I watch as a faint, red patch forms on her pale skin and feel another surge of possessiveness flood through me knowing she’ll be wearing my marks and be sore tomorrow because of the pleasure I brought her.
“Please, I’m so close!” she keens, reaching to stimulate her clit.
“Ah-ah, that’s my job, baby girl.” I block her hand with my own, and rub my palm against her in time with my thrusts.
“That’s it, take your pleasure from me.” I can feel my own release building as Lana rocks her hips back against me, her pussy clenching tight around me so I can barely move.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I groan, kissing the top of her spine.
“Ryan, don’t stop.” Her voice is hoarse.
I move quicker, savoring every sound she makes as I bring her closer and closer to the edge.
A moment later, we both cry out as the wave crests and our orgasms slam into each other. I have never felt closer to anyone than I do right now, and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that Lana is it. Anyone else is ruined for me after this.
With heaving breaths, we collapse to the side, sprawling out across the bed. I wrap her up in my arms and pull her close, planting open-mouth kisses across her throat.
She hums sleepily and rolls over, draping one of her legs over mine.
“I wish we could stay like this forever,” she murmurs, kissing the corner of my mouth.
“Me too, baby girl,” I whisper, pulling her into a gentle kiss.
***
The bright glare of the post-game press room lights hurts my already tired eyes. I’m exhausted, but for the first time all season, it doesn’t weigh on me.
Reporters shout over each other, desperate to ask me questions about the flawless shutout I secured, anchoring us another big home win.
With the way we’ve been going, the Stanley Cup is in the bag.
“Ryan! Over here!” A reporter I recognize shouts, shoving her microphone forward. “Your performance on the ice has shifted drastically over the last few weeks. Can you tell us what changed your focus?”
I adjust the collar of my team jacket, eyes scanning the room.
I let a genuine smile spread across my face and focus on the center camera, knowing Lana’s at home watching while doing her homework.
She tried to come and make an appearance for the media, but I insisted that she focus on her studies tonight.
“Honestly?” I say, pushing as much conviction into my voice as I can. “It’s my girlfriend. Her moving in with me is the change.”
A collective murmur ripples through the crowd as reporters’ pens fly across notepads and cameras flash rapidly. Another round of questions fills the air and by the time I walk out of the media room, I know the interview is already trending across the sports blogs and Instagram.
Phoenix Michaud catches up with me outside the press room, his short dark hair still damp from his post-game shower.
“Your girlfriend really turned you into a media darling, huh?” he says, grinning.
I shoot him a look. “Don’t start.”
He laughs and claps me on the shoulder. “Hey, I’m not complaining. Whatever she’s doing, keep it up. I like winning.”
“Good night, Phoenix.”
“Yeah, yeah. Go home to your good luck charm, grump.”
When I finally make it back to the penthouse, I expect Lana to be curled up around my pillow, asleep. It’s nearly midnight and she has class tomorrow. Instead, I find her sitting up in bed reading one of her textbooks, a highlighter clutched between her teeth.
“Ryan!” She jumps up and flies at me. Her arms wrap around my waist, and she looks up with a mix of awe and affection I had no idea I was missing before. My heart swells; this beautiful, nerdy blonde angel is all mine.
As the season moves forward, Lana and I settle into a wonderful yet exhausting routine: she does her best to stay ahead of her coursework, and I try to maintain focus during away games.
Oftentimes, I’d call at night to find her tucked away in a corner of the campus library.
But she never misses a home game, cheering from the family box until she’s practically hoarse.
I know she tracks every away game too, whether it’s from my TV at home or on her phone.