Its That Obvious, Eh? （30）

She reached over to the wall for the light switch as they kissed, flipping it up. "Why do you wanna be in here?" she asked, breaking the kiss with Tyler and looking around at the room in which she'd spent countless nights. "It's kinda fucked up."

"I have my reasons."

She noticed his nose bleeding a little, so she went over to Ryan's dresser and grabbed a tissue from the box, next to which was a framed picture of Ryan, Tyler, and her.

Osi had taken it the night of the wedding, before the threesome. In it, her arm was around Ryan, and she was kissing him on the cheek. Tyler had photobombed them by sneaking in and kissing him on his other cheek. Ryan's eyes were closed, and he had a huge smile across his face, mid-laugh, amused by Tyler's shenanigans.

Truth be told, it was a God-awful picture. There were so many other beautiful pictures of her and Ryan that he could've framed, but he'd chosen this one. She'd asked him about it the night they went to watch Ty's NHL debut, as she'd come in to borrow one of his hoodies to wear to the game.

"Why the hell did you frame that picture?" she said, picking it up and examining it. "It's so bad."

"Because," he said, loading his wallet and phone into the pockets of his jeans. "It's the last time I remember being happy."

She tipped it face down, heading over to Tyler, and wiping his nose with the tissue.

"Oh, shit. My bad," he said, grabbing it from her, finishing the job, and tossing it into a nearby trashcan. "My girl's always got my back," he said, taking her by the hand and leading her to the edge of Ryan's bed. "Now sit down," he ordered.

She sat, eyes locked with his.

"Clothes off."

Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she tore it over her head and tossed it onto the floor. She immediately moved to her pants, getting them undone and lying back on the bed as she wiggled them off and tossed them at Tyler's feet.

"Bra."

She sat up and unhooked her bra, slipping it over her shoulders and dropping it onto the bed.

He got onto his knees in front of her, running both hands up her thighs and stopping just shy. "So, we're at that point, eh? I tell you what to do and you'll just do it?"

"Tyler, we've been at that point since the laundry room. At least in my mind."

"Wow. So…you'll do whatever I want?" He wrapped his arms around her back and leaned in to kiss her stomach.

"Whatever…the fuck…you want," she panted, running her fingers through his hair as he kissed all around her belly button and worked his way down. He moved to her underwear and took them between his teeth.

"Lay down."

She lay back on the bed and he dragged her thong down as far as he could with his teeth, fighting with them a bit before losing patience and reaching up to tear it off with his hands. He positioned himself between her legs and brushed his fingers across her inner thighs, causing her to spread them apart for him. "Put your hands above your fuckin' head."

She did.

"I'm gonna eat you out ‘til you cum all over my face. Then I'm gonna fuck you with my giant cock ‘til you cum again. You good with all that?"

She nodded aggressively.

He moved his face down between her legs, pressing his fingertips against the area right above her clit, massaging gently as he began to lick slowly. He gauged her reaction, adjusting his speed and rhythm accordingly based on her breathing and sounds. When he felt her hips begin to shift slightly, he used both hands to spread her apart and went in super-gently with his teeth. He alternated between licking, flicking his tongue in small circles, and nipping at her clit, running his teeth against it just lightly enough to create multiple sensations and keep her guessing.

"Ty. Fuck," she moaned, grabbing two fistfuls of her hair and tugging, as he continued to eat her out. "It feels so good. Don't stop."

And he didn't.

He continued to work his tongue and teeth steadily against her until he felt her grip on his hair tighten and her hips lift off the bed. "I'm gonna cum," she squeaked out, as he licked all the way down, proceeding to tongue-fuck her as she moved her hips against his face in time with her orgasm.

When she was finished, he crawled on top of her and kissed her, forcing her to taste herself on him.

"Did you just fucking…use your teeth?" she panted, running her hands down the sides of his body.

"Sure did. And the giant wet spot on Rook's comforter tells me you didn't mind."

"Fuck no. That was the best oral I've ever gotten."

"That's what I wanna hear," he said, moving his lips to her neck and licking down to her tits. Grabbing them and pushing them together, he sucked in between them, flicking his tongue against each of her nipples.

"Sorry. There's not much to work with," she said, causing him to bite down. "Ow! No!"

"Then don't talk shit on your body. It's fuckin' perfect. Everything about you is perfect, babe."

He sat up, straddling her hips, and she ran her fingers down his chest and stomach. "Sorry I don't have abs like Rook," he said, causing her to punch him lightly in the stomach. "What? I know that's your thing."

"You're my thing, Tyler," she immediately replied without thinking.

"Is that right?"

"You get me so hot. You have since the first day I met you." She reached down to the massive hard-on in his sweatpants and grabbed it. "Besides, I'll take this any day over abs."

"Oh, you're gonna take it, alright," he said, lifting his hips up to remove his pants and then palming his face. "Shit! The condoms are still in my fuckin' truck."

"Just use one of Ry's. He keeps them in his nightstand, second drawer."

"I'm, uh, not sure we use the same size, babe."

"Calm down, tiger. You see the girth on that thing? He uses the ones for big boys, too."

"Wasn't really starin' at it that night, but I'll take your word for it." Tyler got up and rooted through the second drawer, then closed it. "Sure it's the second drawer?"

"I think I would know," she said defensively, getting up and checking again. "Hmm. That's weird. Unless he moved them?" She checked the top drawer, and they weren't there either.

"Looks like Rook's plannin' on gettin' busy out in Mass, eh?" He sat back down on the bed.

"Of course he is," she mumbled, straddling his lap and wrapping her arms around the back of his neck.

"Hey," he said quietly. "Why do you care? You're here with me, in his fuckin' bed, no less. What's it matter what he does?"

"It…totally doesn't," she shrugged. "It's whatever."

"Wow. That's convincing," he teased, laying back and pulling her down on top of him. "So how we doin' this? You came quick and hard as fuck on top last time. You wanna do that again?"

"Listen. What I don't wanna do is take any more Plan B pills, Ty. I spent years of my life trying to get pregnant, and between you and Ryan lately, I've been eating them by the handful like they're Skittles."

"So you're still fuckin' him?"

"I mean, yeah. But only a few times. We actually…" She smirked. "We did it in the family bathroom at UBS the other night."

"And do you think that's smart?"

"Probably not. But we didn't get caught. Almost did, but we didn't."

"That's not what I mean, Mar."

"Then what do you mean, Ty?" She climbed off his lap, becoming increasingly irritated with his line of questioning, and sat next to him on the bed.

"You broke up with him, something he's struggling with big time. Maybe you should back off the sex with him."

"Oh, really? What happened to I should just do whatever I want? ‘Meet a guy at work? Bang him!' Remember that speech?"

"Rook's not just some guy at work, though. He's…my friend and you're kinda fuckin' with his head, for real."

"Wow. That's rich, coming from the guy who just ate his ex-girlfriend's pussy in his bed."

"Don't make this about us. This isn't about what you do with me. This is about what you do with him, and sex shouldn't be it. He can't handle it, Amara. He acts like he can, but he clearly can't."

"How about you worry about yourself and let me worry about myself, OK?"

"Fine. Then I don't wanna hear another fuckin' word about me gettin' high. But just for the record, it ain't you that I'm worried about. It's him, and I'm not OK with you hurting him. You broke up with him for a reason…"

"Yeah, because you told me to. Just a reminder," she interrupted.

"Whatever the reason was. You're hurting him, and it's not cool."

"And you think he'd approve of this activity right here, do you?"

"Totally different. He'll never find out this even went down unless you tell him."

She sighed, growing frustrated with him, as she'd found herself doing more and more lately. "Are we still doing this? Because if not, I'm going to bed."

He pushed her backward onto the bed and slid up next to her, hand around her throat. "Oh, we're still fuckin' doin' this. Now what are my options? Seeing as we don't have any protection and you don't wanna take a Plan B. Can I pull out?"

She shook her head. "Nope. Don't trust it."

"Well, I don't want a blowjob. I wanna fuck. Want me to run down to the truck? I really don't want to, but I will if it gets me inside you." He shrugged. "Or, you know, I can just put it in your ass."

There was a pause. "I'm not opposed to that," she finally said softly.

His eyes got huge. "You're not fuckin' with me? You're serious?"

"Yeah, why not? I've never done it before though, so you gotta go slow. Especially since you're packing that fucking howitzer."

"I've never done it before either. Girls are always too scared. Yo, I'm so fuckin' excited right now." He pointed at his dick, which had become fully erect again. "Look at that shit!"

"Yes, Ty. It's glorious." She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I'm excited too. I'm about to lose my ass virginity to someone who can't even legally drink a beer yet. I'm pretty sure this qualifies me to be put on some sort of list."

"Oh, you definitely belong on a list," he teased.

"Fuck off," she said, smacking him lightly. She got up off the bed. "Be right back."

In about 30 seconds, she returned with a bottle of lube from her room and tossed it at him. "It ain't happening without this. And lots of it." She climbed onto the bed next to him. "I'm serious. Can you please go slow?" she asked nervously.

"Yes. If you're uncomfortable with any of it, it stops. You just gotta let me know."

She flipped herself over onto her knees, and pressed her ass back towards him, arching her back and stretching her arms out in front of her, bringing her chest flush against the mattress.

He took the bottle and coated one of his fingers, pressing it gently against her asshole. "So you really never did this with Rook?"

She whipped her head back to look at him. "Are you seriously talking about him right now?"

"What? I just thought…"

"No. I wanted to, but he said he's not really into it. Now can you shut up about him, please? My God, you two have the weirdest fucking relationship I've ever seen."

He slipped his finger slowly inside of her, moaning at how tight the initial feeling was. She whimpered a little. "You OK?" he asked, waiting for her nod before starting to move his finger in and out. He felt her body adjust to it, and soon after, she began rocking her hips backward.

He removed it, grabbed the lube, and slathered nearly half the bottle all over his cock, rubbing some onto her, all while making an absolute mess of Ryan's comforter. "Whoops. Hope this shit doesn't stain," he said, as he grabbed onto her hip with one hand, using the other to line himself up behind her.

He began to push himself inside gently and slowly, getting about a quarter of the way in, and she whimpered again, but louder this time. "Feel OK?" he moaned, his eyes closed and his other hand moving to her opposite hip.

"Yes. It's just…weird. Good weird, though. Keep going." He kept pushing himself in, now a bit more than halfway inside. "I don't think I can take it all. Just keep it like, right there."

"Got it," he said, as he began to thrust in and out, careful not to go too deep. "Fuck, it feels fuckin' good," he moaned, his fingertips gripping her hips for dear life. "You like it?"

"Yeah, it's…different. Don't stop."

He stared at her body, sprawled across his teammate's bed for him, while he carefully pulled back and pushed inside her tight ass, quickening his pace a bit to see if she protested. She didn't and started to push her hips back against him. He went in a little deeper each time, and each time, she met him with her hips until his entire eight inches was inside her. "Yeah, that's right. Take it all. Fuck."

"Faster," she told him, moving her hips in a circle. "Fuck me faster."

He pulled himself almost completely out, then pushed all the way back inside, faster as she requested, but there was no chance he was gonna last long. She was moaning his name loudly and looked so good from this angle, as her tight ass took his entire huge cock, that he couldn't hold on anymore. "Fuck, I'm gonna go." He pulled himself out, grabbing her ass with one hand as he jerked himself off all over it with the other. "Oh shit."

He knelt there, dazed, admiring his handy work, before she snapped him back to reality. "Can I get a cleanup on aisle three over here, man? Or is this where I live now?"

"Shit, sorry," he apologized, getting up to grab the box of tissues from Ryan's dresser. He started to wipe her up. "Wow. That is so much cum."

"That's lovely. Can you please hurry this up?"

He finished, and they both visited the bathrooms to clean themselves up a bit. When she was done, she'd thrown on some dry underwear and a t-shirt and came back into Ryan's room, where Ty was lying naked on his back in the middle of the bed. She picked up his sweatpants and chucked them at him.

"What? I can jizz all over your ass, but my naked body's where you draw the line?"

She rolled her eyes, lying down next to him. "Ty, lie there naked then. I don't give a shit. Just thought maybe you wanted your pants back on."

"If I wanted them back on, don't you think I'd have grabbed them?"

"Are you intentionally trying to be annoying lately, or is it just happening by chance?"

"Why? Does it turn you on?" he teased, pulling his pants back on and draping an arm across her stomach. She grabbed his hand and held it.

"Kinda."

"So, let me ask you somethin'…"

"Ugh. Nothing good has ever followed that sentence starter."

"It's truth time. Ready?"

"Oh, here we go," she mumbled. "Do I get one next?"

"Sure. You know I'm an open book, babe. But you can't lie, OK? You gotta tell me the truth, even if it sucks and you don't wanna."

"I don't lie to you, Tyler. I have zero reason to."

"Alright then. Truth time: what's your ideal situation look like?"

She made a face. "I'm not sure I understand the question."

He turned over towards her, propping himself up on one elbow. His other hand still draped across her stomach, he dragged his fingertips lightly in circles around her hip. "I mean, with me, with Rook, with whoever else. If you could build the perfect situation for yourself, what's it look like?"

She shook her head. "I still don't follow."

"Jesus, sometimes you're just as dense as he is!" he complained. He reached his hand up to her face, forcing eye contact. "Is this just sex, or do you maybe feel something else?"

She looked away, letting go of his hand. "I can't answer that…"

"Uh uh. Nope. You agreed to tell me the truth."

"Then I decline to answer. Lying by omission…"

"Is still lying!" he interrupted. "Spill it, woman."

"Fine. Ugh, I hate you. Fuck. My ideal situation? You're about 10 years older, and I'm about 10 years younger. OK? But since that's impossible, then yes, this is just sex. Really, really hot sex." She shook her head. "But that's all this can ever be."

"I keep tellin' him it's just sex with you. And I know it is because that's what it has to be. It's just, sometimes, I don't know, I like to think about if things were different."

"But they're not, Ty."

"I'm not him, you know. Maybe me and you..."

She sat up abruptly, running her fingers through her hair. "Don't. Don't even finish that sentence. You're 20 goddamn years old."

"Be 21 in two weeks."

"Yeah? And I'm twice your age. Just…don't even go there."

"Fine," he grumbled, turning onto his back and folding his hands behind his head.

"So, alright. Truth time? There's one more part to it. Ry's older, too, and it's…perfect situation? Alternate universe scenario? It'd be the three of us. No jealousy, no drama. I'd sleep every night between both of you if it was possible. But it's not, so it doesn't matter."

He nodded, then went silent for a bit. "So what's your question for me? Truth time."

She looked up at the ceiling fan, turning slowly and humming. "You have to answer honestly."

"I know that."

She took a deep breath through her nose and asked him the question to which she was pretty sure she already knew the answer. "Ty? Do you maybe have some feelings for Ryan that go beyond just friendship?"

He smiled, shook his head, and sat up next to her. His smile faded, and he stared down at his hands in his lap. "It's that obvious, eh?"

"Totally. For what it's worth, I'm…pretty sure it's not one-sided, Ty."

He sighed. "Been fightin' with this since I met him. Especially since that night at the wedding. I don't know what it is, exactly. I'm not like, in love with him or anything. He's just…he's…"

"I know. Believe me, I know."

"I kinda like your idea, about the three of us. But…"

"…it can't happen," she finished quietly, crossing her arms.