Chapter Twenty-Four
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Mason
As excited as I was to finally get Ryan’s cock inside me, I was nervous too.
It had been a while since I’d had more than a couple of fingers in my ass and while being pegged had always felt fucking amazing, that didn’t stop nerves from simmering under my skin.
Nothing I’d done with Ryan had felt bad or hurt in any way, and I knew he’d make it good for me, so I needed to get out of my head and stop worrying.
Or be a grown-up and tell him.
The second was probably the better option, even if it went against half the weird shit about not having feelings that the toxic aspects of rugby and masculinity had tried to drill into me over the years.
“Are you okay?” Ryan asked as he looked up at me, my fingers still on their jaw .
“Yeah,” I said. “Just, er, it’s been a while since I bottomed. I’m a little nervous. I still want to do it, though.”
“We’ll go slowly,” Ryan said, leaning up to kiss me again. “And if you want to stop at any point, I won’t judge you. All you need to do is say. Promise me you’ll do that?”
“I promise.”
“Good.”
We kissed languidly, our tongues brushing against each other as heat simmered between us. Horny as I was, it was nice to slow everything down and not rush, just enjoying the feeling of our bodies pressed together.
In between kisses, I helped Ryan finish stripping naked, running my fingers across their soft, bare skin. Sometimes I’d hit a spot that made him gasp into my mouth and once or twice I accidentally tickled him, making him laugh and squirm and playfully curse me out.
“You’re so gorgeous, you know that, right?” I asked as my thumb circled one of his nipples, his cock pressing into my hip.
“Yes, I do,” he said. “I’ve worked hard on loving this beautiful body I’ve been given, and I know I’m sexy as fuck.”
I grinned. “Is that why you wear tiny slutty shorts half the time?”
“Obviously, it would be rude not to show the world how perfect my legs are! Also because this fucking country has never heard of air conditioning and I do not do well with sweaty testicles.”
The pair of us chuckled and Ryan put his hand on my hip, slowly pivoting us on the spot. “Lie on the bed and make yourself comfortable. I’m going to get some lube and a condom.”
“Do we need one?” I asked as I climbed onto the bed, wincing as it creaked under my bulk. “I’m fine either way. I’m used to them, but I also get an STI check through work every so often and the last one I had before preseason came back negative. And the only person I’ve been with since then is you.”
“I don’t mind either,” Ryan said as he put a bottle of lube on the bed. “We probably should have talked about it weeks ago. It’s not like we haven’t been fucking already.”
“True and we weren’t exactly… cautious.”
“I’ll get one out and if either of us changes our mind, we can use it.” He reached into the same drawer he’d pulled the lube out of and gently tossed a foil square onto the duvet.
I nodded as I stretched myself out in the middle of the bed, biting my lip as I caught sight of Ryan’s bare ass in the corner mirror. It wasn’t pointed straight at the bed but was at just the right angle so that I’d be able to see certain things, depending on where we ended up.
Ryan climbed onto the bed and crawled over to me, tapping my thigh gently to make me spread my legs so he could slot in between them.
He grinned mischievously as he tilted forward, his hands landing on either side of my head and his lips finding mine again. I groaned as they claimed my mouth, kissing me deeply and drawing moans out of my throat with every touch of his tongue.
My hands ran across his body, exploring every inch of him that I could reach as his cock rubbed against mine, the sensation making my own dick rock hard as we rutted slowly together. Precum eased the friction slightly but as Ryan began to kiss down my body, he grabbed the bottle of lube and somehow reached between us to drip some across our cocks.
I moaned at the added slickness, our erections sliding against each other as I bucked up, my hand finding Ryan’s ass and pulling him close. He thrust sharply against me, sending a bolt of pleasure up my spine. “M-More,” I said, my mouth falling open. “Please, Ry, more.”
“Do you want me to keep going like this?” he asked, flicking one nipple with his tongue as he rolled his hips again. “Or do you want me to—”
“Fuck me,” I said with a groan, cutting off the end of his suggestion. “Please. I need your fucking cock inside of me. Want you to fill me up.”
I was still nervous but God, I needed to feel him. Needed to know what it felt like to have Ryan’s cock stretching me wide and connecting us in the deepest way possible.
“Okay,” he said, slowly easing his hips away from mine and smirking as I whined. “I know, but if I keep doing that, I’m going to come and then you’ll have to wait. Because I am not nineteen anymore.”
I chuckled and tilted my chin down to beg for a kiss as Ryan picked up the lube again. “You’re not exactly old, though.”
“True, but I’ll be thirty at Christmas and some people would have you believe that life ends there. ”
“Yeah, well, they’re dumbasses. You’re just going to get hotter as you age.”
“Thank you, baby. I think so too.” He kissed me again before drizzling more lube onto his fingers. “Do you want to stay like this or do you want to roll over? This is more… this way I can see your face, but if you’re on all fours, I can get a little deeper.”
“Like this,” I said, wondering if Ryan had been about to say what I’d been thinking. This felt more romantic. Because even though romance had never been on the table, it seemed to have snuck on there when neither of us was looking. “I want to look at you.”
Warmth and emotion filled Ryan’s smile and something slammed hard into my chest, like I’d been tackled at speed.
Ryan was so much more to me than just a friend or fuck buddy.
They were everything.
It felt so obvious but so new at the same time, like it had been there for a long time, sitting on the edge of my vision, just out of sight, and it was only now that I was noticing it for the first time.
It was a feeling I’d never experienced before and it was almost too overwhelming to process, especially with Ryan sliding his slick fingers over my balls and down my taint to circle my waiting hole.
I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, scream with joy, or explode. Maybe I’d do all four.
Or maybe I’d just give myself completely to the person kneeling between my legs, slowly sliding a finger into my ass, and see where it took me .
I groaned as Ryan began to carefully stretch me open, pumping his fingers slowly in and out of me and curling them to rub teasingly against my prostate, sending pleasure sparking through my body. His other hand reached for my cock, stroking it at the same pace and driving me wild with desperation.
Everything felt so fucking good but I needed so much more.
But I’d take whatever Ryan gave me because fuck, did I want to be good for him.
“Look at you,” Ryan said, his voice soft and reverent. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Mason. Don’t think I’ve seen anyone as gorgeous as you.”
“That’s a lie,” I said and tried to laugh, but it just came out as a moan because Ryan was rubbing three fingers against my prostate.
“Not a lie. To me, you’re gorgeous as fuck. And mine’s the only opinion that matters.”
I couldn’t argue with that.
Ryan pressed a series of kisses across my broad chest, carefully avoiding my blossoming bruises, and trailed his mouth down to my cock. He was a lot more flexible than me because he managed to fold himself in half and lick the head of my dick with his fingers still inside me.
“Fuck, Ry, please! I need you,” I said as my hips jolted. “Need your cock.”
Ryan groaned, slowly pulling his fingers out of me and releasing my shaft before looking over at the condom. “Do you want me to wrap up? ”
I shook my head. “No. I want to know what it feels like to have your cum dripping out of me.”
“Fuck, you’re too perfect,” he said, leaning over me to claim my mouth again. “Lift your thighs for me, sweetheart. That’s it, spread them for me. Mmm, look at that perfect ass. I can’t wait to watch you play again knowing I’ve fucked you. I’ll be thinking about how tight you are while you run around in your slutty little shorts.”
I groaned and nodded, vaguely trying to make a mental note to get more slutty shorts to wear at home, but the thought disappeared instantly because Ryan was pushing his cockhead against my ass and stroking my thigh.
He pressed slowly inside me, filling me inch by inch until his balls brushed against my ass and I felt like I was almost being split open in the most incredible way. The slight burning sensation melted away and I remembered exactly why I’d wanted him to fuck me.
Because I loved having a dick in my ass.
“You can move,” I said, wrapping my hand around the side of his neck and pulling Ryan into a kiss. “I’m ready. Fuck me.”
He began to slowly roll his hips and I groaned as he pulled his cock half out and then thrust it back in, the curved end of his shaft perfectly hitting my sweet spot. His rhythm was slow but not teasing. More like he was trying to take me apart from the inside out, and fuck, was it working.
Pleasure burst like fireworks under my skin, lighting me up like fucking New Year in London. Desperate moans dripped from my tongue and deep groans rumbled through my chest, Ryan’s name on my lips because I couldn’t think of anything else to say.
He glanced across the room as he thrust into me deep and slow, a hungry smile crossing his lips, and I realised he could see us in the mirror. And when I turned my head, I saw us too.
“Look at you, sweetheart,” Ryan said as he adjusted his angle and slid his hands down the back of my thighs, pushing them further up so he could drive deeper into me. “Can you see us?”
“Yes!”
“You look so beautiful getting fucked,” he said. “So pretty split open on my cock. Like you were made for it. Such a good boy, taking my cock and bringing me pleasure. Fuck, Mason, you are just perfect for me.”
Those words… the sight of us in the mirror… would be forever burned into my memory and I knew I’d never be able to forget them for as long as I lived.
But next time… maybe I could fuck them right in front of it. Because I wanted to see Ryan’s face in the mirror when they came and painted the glass with cum.
“Yes,” I said with a groan, my hand reaching for my cock because I could feel my orgasm right there but knew I needed something more to get me over the edge.
“Let me.” Ryan’s fingers wrapped around mine, taking control of my cock. “I don’t want you to think about anything but coming for me.”
I nodded, moaning as he began to jerk me, his hips thrusting slightly faster and harder as he worked us both towards orgasm .
Mine was already right there and with a final twist of his hand, Ryan sent me hurtling over the edge, pleasure slamming into me as he buried his cock inside me.
I cried out as hot cum painted our skin, the intensity of the feeling almost overwhelming me and making tears prickle in the corner of my eyes. Everything felt too fucking good, too bright, too hot, and I could hear blood pounding in my ears.
Ryan was still fucking me, chasing his orgasm, and I watched him through hazy eyes. His cock pulsed inside me, filling me with his load, and he groaned, his mouth falling open as he reached his release.
I really did love how he looked when he came.
The sound of our panting breath filled the air, followed quickly by a hiss as my thighs began to cramp. Clearly, playing a full sixty minutes of rugby and then holding them up and spread so I could get fucked was pushing it.
“Are you okay?” Ryan asked, pulling out of me with a sweetly worried look on his face as he made me lower my legs. I felt his cum trickling out of me, running down my skin, and I must have pulled a face because he chuckled. “Yeah, it feels weird the first time.”
“Definitely weird,” I said, wincing as I stretched out my legs. Ryan was still looking at me with a raised eyebrow and a concerned expression. “I’m fine. Just a bit of cramp. My legs are reminding me what I did today.”
“Do you need anything?”
I shook my head. “Not really. I’ll clean up, stretch a little, and then tomorrow I’ll make sure I do a bit more recovery stuff than usual. It’ll be fine. ”
“Would a kiss make you feel better?”
“Not sure,” I said with a smile. “Might have to test it.”
He grinned and crawled over my thigh to stretch out beside me, leaning in to kiss me softly. “Did that work?”
“Hmm, not sure. Might need to try a few times.”
Ryan chuckled and kissed me again, pressing a series of quick, hot kisses to my lips before ending with one deep one.
And as he went to pull away, I cupped his jaw and drew him in for more, making the moment last just a little bit longer.