16. Xander

Xander

The moment we crossed the threshold into Ry"s place, he bolted for his bedroom with a burst of energy that left me trailing in his wake. I matched his stride, my heart pounding in sync with the rapid tempo of our footfalls. This was uncharted territory for me – it was the first time I wanted to have sex and the person I wanted to experience that with was Ry. My boyfriend. The realization electrified every nerve ending, not from fear but anticipation.

What Ry and I had done in the locker room showers was beyond amazing. Were we being careless? Absolutely. Did I care? Not when I felt a deep sense of trust and safety with Ry, knowing that that moment was shared with someone who understood and cared for me deeply. Not when I felt grateful and lucky to have found someone who I connected with in a way I'd never connected with anyone else before.

So we'd gone through the motions of meeting the team at The Crossbar and celebrating our win. But I kept glancing at my phone screen, willing the time to move faster so Ry and I could leave and come to his place to continue what we'd started in the showers.

And now here we were.

"You want to do this, Xander? To cross the line?" Ry threw the question at me, his voice laced with a hint of uncertainty. His eyes bore into mine, searching for an answer that only I could provide.

"Yes." My voice was steadier than I felt inside. "I want this… with you."

His gaze lingered on mine, seeking reassurance in the depths of my eyes. Whatever he found there provided him with the confirmation he needed. He moved towards the bedside table, retrieving a small tube and a foil packet from its drawer before tossing them casually onto the bed.

A smirk played on his lips as he sauntered back toward me. The sight sent a jolt through me – anticipation mixed with nerves.

Our lips met in a dance as old as time yet fairly new for us. My arm snaked around his waist, pulling him closer while his did the same. My heart pounded. As we pressed close, I could feel Ry"s heartbeat – strong and steady – against mine. It was a rhythm that promised more to come.

We alternated between passionate kisses that left us breathless and gentler ones that teased and tantalized. The rough scrape of Ry"s chin against mine was intoxicatingly arousing. Each sound Ry made was like fuel to my desire, driving me to the brink of madness with need. The goosebumps prickling my skin and the uncontrollable tremors coursing down my spine each time Ry touched me were evidence of the intensity of what we were about to do.

The hardness pressing against me through his pants elicited a groan from deep within me; I ground against him instinctively. His kisses trailed along the side of my mouth before finding their way to my ear and neck – each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

Pulling back slightly, I studied Ry"s face – flushed and glowing in post-kiss bliss – and smiled at him. His returned smirk told me everything was perfect.

His eyes were filled with affection… and something else – perhaps nervousness or excitement that mirrored my own feelings?

The desire to take our relationship to the next level had been simmering within me, but I needed Ry to understand that this would be my first time. We shed our clothes, and I let my gaze roam over his body. His shoulders were broad and strong, his abs carved like a Greek statue. My eyes wandered lower, taking in the sight of him… fully aroused.

Goddamn. Ry's dick was definitely the inspiration for the eggplant emoji. His pubes were shaved, making his dick appear even bigger. Of course, I'd seen it in the showers at the arena before, but I'd never seen it the way it was right now, hard, pointing north. I wouldn't be bottoming tonight – or maybe ever – because I'd have to work up a helluva nerve to take his dick up my ass.

My hand trembled slightly as I reached out for him, touching another man"s dick for the first time. His eyes softened under my touch. A warmth spread across my face that made me feel both vulnerable and powerful at once.

"I want you," I murmured. "But… I"ve never done this before."

Ry's response was immediate and reassuring. "Doesn"t matter," he said softly, "You"re mine."

"But… what if I don"t do it right?" The uncertainty gnawed at me.

He silenced me with a kiss then pulled back slightly to look into my eyes. "No matter what happens tonight, it will be perfect. Now get on the bed, Sunshine, and lie on your back."

I got onto the bed, and crawled to the center. I watched Ry's thigh muscles flex as he knee-walked toward me and straddled me at the hips. He leaned over me then, peppering kisses across my skin – my thighs, belly and lower still – everywhere but where I craved him most. His breath against me sent a jolt of desire through my body.

My hips gyrated with a life of their own. I was dying for him to suck my dick.

"Ry… pleeeease…"

His soft, teasing laughter made me want to grab my cock and put it in his mouth my own damn self, but I willed myself to be patient. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Raising his head, he said, "More than you'll ever know."

I growled in mock anger, which triggered more laughter to flow out of Ry's lips.

The first time his tongue flicked on the tip of my shaft, it was tentative – an exploratory lick followed by a slow glide from root to tip. Gradually he grew more confident with each stroke.

My fingers found their way into his luscious hair as I watched him. His touch was gentle and comforting, his eyes filled with a warmth that made me feel cherished when they met mine.

And when he finally – fucking finally – took all of me into his mouth, my soul left my body. The intensity of the experience was both terrifying and exhilarating. I was losing myself in the moment, my mind filled with pleasure that left me breathless. Up and down, up and down, his head bobbed in a steady rhythm. Feeling the wet heat of his mouth was an experience that defied explanation.

When Ry released me from his mouth, I felt the loss of his heat acutely.

He handed me the condom, and I rolled it down my length – another first for me. To say that I was clumsy at it was an understatement. But Ry was so patient and understanding, I almost wept. He squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his palm and he spread it over my length, sending a tingling sensation through my entire body.

Then he applied the lube on his fingers, some of it dripping down his forearm.

When he was about to reach behind him, I stopped him.

"Let me see."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah."

He shifted his body, turning away from me. I watched as his gluteal muscles flexed and he delicately inserted one finger, then two, and finally three fingers into his hole. It was an act so intimate, it left me feeling acutely aware of what we were about to do.

Facing me again, he straddled my hips. "You're ready to take my ass, Sunshine."

Yes. God yes, I am.

I nodded. This was our first time – a thought that filled me with anticipation as well as anxiety.

He reached out and caressed my cheek with his calloused hand. "Sunshine, I need your words."

"Yeah." It was only one word, but I hoped it was enough.

It was, because Ry reached behind him and held onto my dick and lowered himself onto me, our eyes locked in a silent conversation of trust and desire. This moment would forever be etched into my memory as something special.

Ry grimaced and squirmed, trying to get used to the unfamiliar feeling. Instinctively, I grabbed the lube, and squirted some into my hand before stroking his length that had softened slightly to keep his mind distracted from the discomfort.

He continued to lower himself onto me until he was fully seated on my lap.

"You feel so good, Ry."

He began moving then, slow at first but gradually building up a rhythm that set every nerve ending on fire. I stroked his now hard again dick at the same pace as he was moving above me. He leaned down and his lips found mine while simultaneously riding me.

The build-up was intense – overwhelming even – yet I was filled with a sense of wonderment at this profound connection we were experiencing together. It wasn"t just about the physical act; it was about us – our unity on an emotional level that transcended everything else.

I thrust my hips upward, trying my best to hit the right spot.

Oh God. I could feel my balls tightening. Every thrust, every moan made me feel like I was close to heaven. How could any other feeling match this?

When release finally came for both of us, it was powerful and all-consuming – an explosion of sensations that left us gasping for breath. As Ry collapsed on top of me, I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as we rode out the waves of pleasure together. We lay there in silence, catching our breaths and basking in the afterglow of an experience that had forever changed us both.

I loved this man. Loved the way he made me feel when I was in his presence. Loved his grumpiness and those rare, genuine smiles that lit up his entire face. Loved how he could command a team with authority, yet always stay humble. I loved the little things, like the scent of the crook of his neck. Loved his strength, his vulnerability, and the way he always knew how to comfort me without saying a word. Now all that was left was finding the perfect moment to tell him.