Ryan kneels in front of me naked, his heart in his hands, giving me all his vulnerability. “Fuck me,” he says again. “I want you to do it. I want to be yours in all ways. I trust you. Tess, I love you—”
I silence his words with my mouth. Holding his face, I bend down and take what I need, kissing him with everything I have. I just spent one of the worst days of my life sneaking around trying to find a way to get out of the house without making a tearful goodbye. I was packing to leave. Troy had won. I would never do a thing to hurt Ryan. If that means I let him go, that’s what I was ready to do.
But Ryan is right. He deserves for me to be strong. He deserves for me to stop running, stop hiding from a man I left in all but name over three years ago. Troy can bring on the rain. He can drown me for all I care. I’m a good swimmer. And with Ryan holding my hand, I’ve already found a safer shore.
As usual, Ryan holds nothing back, kissing me with all his pent-up passion and need. He’s ravenous, devouring my kisses, his hands roving my naked body. I’ve never felt more loved than when this man’s hands are on me. He’s so gentle, even as he takes what he wants. He guides me to my pleasure every time, joyfully claiming his own. I’m safe in his arms, wild and free. He brings out the best in me.
“I love you,” I say against his mouth. “Ryan, I love you.”
“Thank fucking God,” he groans, his teeth nipping my bottom lip as he stands. Our angle changes, and now he’s pressing in, our warm flesh fitting perfectly together. “I love you too,” he says against my lips. “I’ve been dying to say it for days. I looked for you at my game. I wanted you there so badly. I wanted to tell you with my jersey on your back.”
I lean away, breaking our kiss. “Your jersey?”
He nods, biting his bottom lip in that adorable way he does when he’s nervous. “Yeah, I uhh…left you that stuff earlier,” he says, pointing to the nightstand.
I glance over my shoulder, my heart twisting in a little knot. I meant to open it before the game, but then I got the box from Troy, and it felt too painful to know what sweet, thoughtful thing Ryan left for me. “What is it?” I say.
“Tickets to the game,” he replies. “A parking pass and a WAG room pass.”
“What’s the other thing?”
His hands give my hips a little push. “Open it.”
Turning away from him, I pad on bare feet over to the side table, pretty sure I already know what this will be. I unwrap the tissue paper and hold up a Rays home game jersey. It’s a pretty aqua blue with thick black, white, and brick red stripes on the sleeves and along the bottom. The stingray logo rests large on the front, a few brand logos stitched to the chest, including a patch for the Winter Classic. A number 20 is stitched on both shoulders. I flip it around to see the big number 20 on the back, framed above by his name: Langley.
“Is this your actual jersey?” I say over my shoulder. “Like, the one you wear during the game?”
He nods.
I turn around, holding it up to my frame, my hand smoothing over the fabric. “Am I even allowed to have this?”
He laughs, flicking my hair off my shoulder and replacing it with his warm lips. “Yeah, I wore that one during the Winter Classic.”
My blood goes cold, my fingers holding tight to the jersey. “You wore it when you hurt your knee.”
“I wore it when I was looking for you,” he corrects.
“What?”
He steps in, the jersey pinned between us. “You were so in my head already,” he admits, his thumb brushing my cheek. “I had a split moment on the ice when I looked up through the glass, and I swear to God I thought I saw you standing there.”
“Me?”
He nods. “Yeah, you were watching me, cheering for me, and I thought my heart was gonna burst. I wanted it to be you…which means I didn’t see the hit coming.” He leans in, placing a gentle kiss to my lips. “Baby, I never saw you coming,” he whispers against my lips. “This is yours now,” he adds, his hand closing around the fabric. “No one can wear this but you.”
“Wow. This is pretty serious, Ryan.”
He nods again, his hands smoothing up my forearms.
“I admit, I don’t know a lot about hockey, but this is basically you asking me to go steady, right? Isn’t this like the sporty version of becoming your old lady?”
“Well, you are ten years older—ouch—” He laughs, rubbing the spot on his arm where I just punched him. “Tess, do you want to be my sporty old lady?” he teases. “You wanna ride my dick and cheer for my team and wear my jersey to my games?”
I’m still shaking my head at his low blow, but then I’m smiling and saying, “Yes.”
“You know what else wearing this jersey means, right?” he says, his face turning serious.
I raise a brow in question.
“It means we go public. The only person who wears my jersey is my person. You’re mine and I’m yours and we’re together. Everyone will know, Tess. The team, our friends, the fans…Troy.”
I hate the sound of his name spoken from Ryan’s lips. I send up a silent prayer that it’s the last time he ever says it.
“Whatever happens, we face it together, yeah? Good press, bad press, and all the press in between,” he goes on. “You handle your ex. If you want me to stay out of it, I will. But running and hiding from him are off the fucking table. If you’re mine, you stand and fight. We don’t hide from our pasts, and we don’t keep secrets. Truth and trust. No more working alone, alright?”
I nod again. It’s scary for me with all my baggage, but I want this. I want Ryan and the uncomplicated happiness he’s offering me. I want to leave my past behind and move forward. I want to trust him. He’s holding out a hand like a lifeline, and I’m taking it.
“You’re mine,” I say, the jersey pinned between our naked bodies as I brush a hand down his chest, over his abs. With a smile, I palm his dick, stroking along his shaft with my fingers until he twitches in my hand.
“I’m dying, Tess,” he says with a soft groan. “If this is a tease—”
I cup him tight, and he gasps, his hands going to my shoulders. Stepping into my power, I hold his gaze. “Outside these walls, I’ll be Langley’s girl. I’ll go to your games and wear your number and cheer for you. But we both know that inside these walls, you’re Tess’s boy.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, his cock twitching in my hand.
“This body is mine,” I say, leaning forward to kiss along his chest. “Every inch. I’m gonna put on this jersey, and then I’m taking what belongs to me.”
His jaw clenches tight as his pretty green eyes darken. “Do it,” he says. “Show me who owns me.”
I drop my hand away from him, and he lets out a sharp breath through parted lips. “Get on the bed,” I command.
“Put on the jersey,” he counters, his eyes narrowing at me.
With a smirk, I break our gaze and focus on the jersey. Flipping it around, I stuff my hands inside it, raising it up over my head. I tug it down, my head popping out through the open “V.” A few loose curls fall in my eyes, framing my face, and I let out a little laugh, watching the way his eyes light up.
Oh, this is just too easy.
I tug the jersey down over the girls. It’s a snug fit, but it works. The bottom of the jersey sits tight around my hips. The sleeves are too long, practically covering my hands. “Well?” I say, lifting my hands to the side and doing a little turn for him. I’m sure I look ridiculous wearing just the jersey and nothing else, my pussy and dimpled booty on full display.
“Fucking perfect,” he says with stars in his eyes.
My smile widens as my heart beats a little faster. “You like what you see, hockey boy?”
“So fucking much,” he replies. He wraps an eager hand around his hard dick and gives it a few slow pulls. “I’m finding it very hard not to pin you to the bed and fuck you ‘til you scream,” he admits, his voice low.
“But that’s not the game we’re playing tonight,” I tease. “I’m in charge, remember?”
He drops his hand away from his dick, taking a deep breath, shoulders squared at me. “I’m yours. Fuck me ‘til there’s nothing left.”
We collide, bodies crashing together as we reach for each other, unable to hold back a moment longer. His hands reel me in, and we sink down on the bed, right on top of the spread of disgusting photos meant to tear us apart.
I climb onto his lap, my bare pussy resting over his hard dick. We both gasp, his hand dipping between us to adjust so I can grind along his shaft, my wetness making it slick and warm.
“Fuck.” His hands grip my lower back as we move together.
I cup his face, my fingers brushing the stubble of his cheeks. He’s got a few days of growth. The blond stubble does little to mask his beautiful, youthful face. I tip his chin up, claiming his lips as I grind on him.
“I missed you all day,” he says against my lips, his hands drifting down to grip my bare ass as we move our hips, our skin heating from the friction. “Ten hours is too fucking long. You’re mine,” he groans, shoving his hand up under his jersey to play with my tits.
I break our kiss, arching back as I let my body feel his hands on me, smoothing over my skin. His hands are calloused from years of gripping a wooden stick. The pads of his fingers are rough. I fucking love it. I love the way his palms scratch even as they soothe.
I drag my fingers through his hair, holding onto him as he drops a hand between us. I think he’s going for my clit, but then he’s wrapping his hand around his dick.
“Just a taste,” he murmurs. “Please, baby. Just one taste. Then I want you to own me.”
I gasp, lifting up on my hips as he positions himself at my entrance. At the first feel of him prodding, I lower my hips, sinking down to claim his tip. A shiver shoots up my spine, and I grip tighter to his hair, jerking his head back to make him look at me rather than where we’re joining.
“Look at me,” I command. “Look in my eyes as I take you.”
He holds my gaze, the green rim of his irises framing the black of his pupils. His lips are parted, his breath coming out in short pants as I sink lower down his shaft.
“You’re so beautiful.” I smooth my hands over his blond curls. “You’re so gentle, so kind. I don’t deserve it,” I admit, letting my own vulnerability free.
His grip tightens on my hips. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he says, his jaw clenching tight as he pulls on my hips, sheathing me to the hilt. “My Tess will never say that again. You’re in my jersey, riding my dick. You’re gonna treat yourself the way I treat you. You are a fucking queen. Say it.”
I drop my hands to his shoulders, grinding my hips, moving with him so deep inside me. “I’m a queen,” I pant.
“You’re the beginning.”
“I’m the beginning,” I whisper, my core burning with need.
His arms move off my hips to brush over my shoulders. Then he’s cupping my face, pulling me down for a kiss. “You’re the end,” he whispers against my lips. “Tess, you’re my end.”
“And you’re mine,” I reply.
We kiss, mouths opening, claiming the other’s essence. God, he’s such a good kisser. I could just do this all night and be satisfied. But we both need more. I need to feel in control, and he needs to let go. I can count on one hand the number of men I would ever trust to be this vulnerable with me. Now that Ryan’s in my life, the list is only him.
Just thinking about how much I love him, my orgasm is about to crash through me. I cry out, shoving off him. I lift my hips, freeing myself from his dick. We both groan at the sudden loss. I want him inside me. I want his come in me.
There’s always later.
I scramble to my feet, panting for air, my pussy’s wetness warm between my thighs. “Get on your hands and knees,” I command. “Show me what’s mine.”
With a hungry groan he attempts to turn over, only to be met by the boxes and my half-packed suitcase. Even now, his weight crushes some of the photographs—all proof of what we’re determined to overcome together.
I watch all the muscles in his back tense as he makes a dramatic sweep with both arms, sending the suitcase and the boxes crashing to the floor. The smaller box overturns and my unsigned divorce papers rain down like snow, covering the braided rug.
Watching them fall, the truth hits me: I don’t care if Troy ever signs the fucking papers. Either way, I’m free.
Ryan crawls on the bed, not caring that it’s still littered with clandestine photographs of our entire relationship. He glances over his shoulder at me. “I’ve never done this before,” he admits.
Ignoring the chaos all around us, I focus all my attention on him. There is only Ryan. I step in behind him, smoothing my hands up his thighs and over his toned ass. “I’ll make this so good for you.” I say, my voice soft. “You trust me?”
He nods, and I flash him a smile. “I want this, Tess. I want you.”
“As I want you,” I reply.
Leaving him on the bed, I move around to the end and fish my bag of toys out of my upturned suitcase. Tossing the bag on the end of the bed, I open it, taking out my favorite strapless strap-on. It’s a purple “L” shape, with the long end shaped like a dildo. The shorter end is thicker, more bulbous like a butt plug, easier to fit and hold in my pussy. My favorite feature is the pair of bunny ears that stimulate my clit.
I hold up the toy and his eyes go wide.
“What is that?” he says.
“A strapless strap-on.”
He studies it. “You don’t need like, a harness or something? A jock or…”
I smirk. “Has eager puppy been doing his research? Do you want me to use a strap? I have one—”
“No,” he says quickly. “I—I trust you.”
I smile. “This toy will bring us both to screaming orgasms. Did I mention it vibrates?” I press the button to send it buzzing in my hand.
“Don’t all your toys?” he replies with a grin.
“Most. Not all. Do you consent, Ryan? Can I ride you with this?”
“Yes,” he says, his voice breathless. “Anything. I’m yours.”
I snatch up the lube and move around the side of the bed towards him. Setting the toy down, I squeeze some lube onto my fingers. “I’m going to prep you, okay? Deep breaths. When you’re ready, you’ll push against my fingers, and it will almost feel like you’re pulling me in. It can hurt if you don’t relax. Trust me?”
He nods, a few curls framing his brow. “I trust you.”
I smooth my left hand over his rounded ass, letting my lubed right hand trail between his cheeks, my finger teasing his tight hole.
He gasps, cheeks clenching on instinct.
My hand soothes him along with my voice. “Just relax, baby. I have you. I’m gonna make you come so hard, you’ll see stars.”
He groans, relaxing against my touch as I tease him, working my finger in and out, opening him up.
“How does it feel?” I murmur, leaning over him to press kisses to his back.
“Good,” he grunts out, his hips moving against my hand as his fingers splay on the bed. “I wanna touch my dick,” he groans, his head sagging between his shoulders.
“Not yet.” I pull my finger out of his ass. Before he can reply, I press in with two, stretching him wider.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Down on your elbows,” I order. “Spread your legs wider for me.”
He does as he’s told, and I feel it like a slap to the clit. My body purrs with his acquiescence. “Such a good boy,” I praise, marveling at the image of him on his knees for me in total submission.
He rocks back against my hand as I fuck him. “Please,” he says after a few moments. “Tess, baby, I need you.”
I need him too. He’s ready. “Turn around,” I say, pulling my fingers free.
He flips onto his butt, legs dangling off the edge of the bed, and I hand him the toy and the lube. “Get both ends ready.”
“Which end goes in me?” He inspects the toy like it’s a curious new invention.
“The longer end,” I reply with a smirk.
I hold the lube for him, watching him prep both ends of the toy. Once it’s ready, I toss the lube aside. “Take the strap-on by the longer end. You’re going to put the short end inside me,” I direct, my hands at my hips.
With an eager smile, he fists the front of his jersey and pulls me closer, teasing the toy between my legs. I widen my stance for him, holding his gaze as he slips the toy in, burying it inside my aching pussy.
“Mmm, that’s good,” I murmur, wiggling my hips to adjust to the fit. The little bunny part hugs my pussy, the ears riding against my clit.
We both look down to see the five inches of purple dildo protruding from my hips. I feel powerful like this. It’s filling me as I’m about to be filling him. We’ll ride our orgasms out together, the vibrations connecting us as we fall blissfully apart.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hands smoothing over my hips as he looks at the toy. Slowly, his chin lifts and his gaze sweeps up my body to my face. “Take it off,” he says.
“The jersey?” I run my hands over it. “Won’t that ruin the fantasy?”
“You’re the fantasy,” he replies. “I want you. Only you. No barriers. Take it off.”
Smiling down at him, I strip out of his Langley jersey, tossing it on the bed. Now I’m wearing nothing but my strapless strap-on. Reaching down for the toy, I press the little round button at the base. It buzzes to life, the vibrations hitting me deep.
His eyes go wide as he watches me shimmying, adjusting to the new sensation. “And it can stay in like that?”
“Mhmm,” I reply, my hands going to his shoulders. “My pussy has a very firm grip…or had you forgotten?”
“How could I?” he teases back, his gaze still caught on the length of the purple dildo. “She’s all I think about these days.”
“Well, she’s going to take very good care of you.” I reply. “Lie back on the bed. I want to take you facing me. I want you looking in my eyes.”
He inches back, sweeping photos aside as he moves towards the middle of the bed.
I follow him, crawling onto the edge between his spread knees. I smooth my hands up his calves, over his knees, pulling them wider apart. “Feet flat, relax your hips.”
“Oh god,” he whispers, his head dropping back as he does as I say.
I drop down between his open thighs, licking along his hard shaft from root to tip. Circling his head with my tongue, I suck him into my mouth, humming my pleasure as the change in angle has the toy buzzing against my G-spot.
His hand fists my hair, his hips rocking with the motion of my mouth as I tease him to full hardness. His precum coats my tongue and I moan for him, creating my own vibrations as I devour the taste.
In moments, his hand tightens in my hair, and he’s pulling me off with a breathless laugh. “Baby, you keep doing that, I’ll blow in your mouth.”
“Promises,” I tease, nipping his sensitive inner thigh with my teeth.
He hisses, giving my hair another tug.
I wince, loving the little bite of pain. “Are you ready for me, hockey boy? You want me to ride you into paradise?”
“Yes,” he begs, his hand softening in my hair as he fists the comforter.
I crawl between his spread legs, settling myself on my knees. The adjustable pony on this toy means I can get a good angle for both of us. I’m going to be coming in no time flat with the added clitoral stimulation. My every nerve hums with excitement as I look down at him, spread beneath me, prepped and ready for my claiming.
He looks up at me like I’m his everything. “I love you,” he says, his features soft in this golden light.
I brace his hips with both hands, holding him open as I squeeze the pony with my pelvic muscles, holding it tight. Then I’m pressing in between his cheeks, moving my hips a bit to rub the vibrating tip of the dildo over his tight hole.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans at first contact, trying not to tense.
I use one hand to hold the dildo steady as I breach that tight ring of muscle, opening him up to take just the tip. “Breathe, baby,” I soothe. “You’re doing so well. Look at you taking my pretty silicone dick. Talk to me. Tell me how you feel.”
“Mmph. The vibration…feels good.”
“Look at me.”
His eyes open and we connect, apple green eyes meeting forest green. There is such a burst of feeling there. With a gasp, he grabs my hips and pulls, sinking the dildo in deeper. The motion pushes the pony high and tight in my pussy, those bunny ears humming to either side of my swollen, needy clit.
“Oh—god—” I cry out, back arching like I was just zapped with electricity. I drop forward between his spread legs, catching myself with my hands to either side of him.
“Feel good?” he pants, a gleam in his eye. He’s loving this. I am too.
“So fucking good,” I whimper. “Baby, I need to move. Can I—”
“Do it,” he orders, my sweet, impaled puppy topping from the bottom.
Recovering my wits, I tip back on my knees, changing the angle for us both yet again. Then I’m thrusting into him, driving the dildo in deeper.
“Incredible.”His voice is breathless as I rut into him with short, quick thrusts.
“Look at me,” I say again, needing this moment of vulnerability to be shared.
He gives me what I need, his pretty green eyes locking on mine, pleasure etching every line of his face as he rides out my thrusts, holding tight to me. When he begins moving his hips in tempo with mine, the slap of our skin rings out a primal chorus in my ears, I know he’s close. God knows I’ve been close, too, ready to leap, aching to fall.
“My dick,” he pants. “Please, baby. I need—yes—”
He doesn’t finish the ask before my hand wraps around his shaft, pumping him as I pound home. My breasts give him a show, jiggling and swaying like anything as I fuck my man in his perfect tight ass.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he praises. “Such a queen. God, you’re mine. Never leave me. Tess, please—”
I chase his words, my orgasm lighting me up inside, spreading from my clit to deep in my core, all the way to my fingertips. “Come with me,” I cry, my hips stuttering as the rabbit ears work their magic, sending my orgasm shattering through me. I feel it all the way to my toes. They curl in tight, my leg muscles spasming as I break upon the rocks. My hand on his dick stills and I tip my head back, screaming my release, my pussy gripping tight to the vibrating toy.
Below me, Ryan takes over, slamming his hips against mine a few more times before he loses rhythm, too, his hand pumping mine on his dick. “God—ahh—” He cries out, his cum spilling all over our joined hands as he falls apart beneath me.
We’re a pair of moaning messes, bodies trembling, our skin flushed and slick with sweat. I gasp as the stimulation becomes too much, grabbing the toy and lifting myself off it. I feel empty in the best way with it gone. Carved out, like a coconut without its water. I’m careful as I pull the shaft from him and turn it off, setting it aside.
He lies there, spread-eagle and breathless, gazing up at me through half-lidded eyes. “Come here, baby.”
I crawl over top of him, my weight pressing him down as he wraps me in his arms. We kiss long and deep, taking our time as our bodies stop trembling.
Then he’s rolling me to our sides, our legs tangling, before he rolls me to my back. Now it’s his weight pressing me down. He kisses down my body, pausing to pay special attention to my breasts. “Someday I wanna fuck these.”
I just smile, my hands smoothing through his hair. “Be my guest.”
He kisses down my body, over my belly, and around my navel. Then he’s between my legs, his shoulders pushing my thighs open as he closes his mouth around my clit, sucking my wet release into his mouth.
I cry out, toes tingling as he licks lower, savoring every drop of me. By the time he’s done, I’m even more of a shaking mess.
He pants for breath, crawling back up my body to claim my lips, rolling us back to our sides. “You’re mine,” he says between kisses. “I love you, Tess.”
“Langley’s girl,” I reply, kissing him back. “I love you, Ryan. I’m yours. No more running. I just want to be yours.”
