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Ryan

Tell Me

When the guys got back on campus, the party literally began, and I was completely distracted through it.

Stand next to the bed, your hands on the blankets.

Completely naked.

Every time I thought about it, heat pooled between my legs. From Gianna's with the guys to back at Adam's dorm where everybody sloshed through dark blue drinks and partied hard, I couldn't stop thinking about my football player, who wanted me naked and waiting for him.

My phone buzzed with the alarm and a flush crept up my neck. One in the morning. I knew he said two o'clock but it was time to go back to Ryan's dorm to start getting ready.

"Where are you going?" Adam demanded. "We're rematching for beer pong!"

"I have to go!" I yelled back at him over the music.

"You're not leaving yet?" King raised his eyebrows, holding up the paddle. "When's Ryan coming?"

I offered the biggest apologetic smile in the world. "He's super tired, I don't think—"

"Oh my god." Zariah rolled her eyes. "Order Plan B."

Adam cut between us. "Uh—use condoms too."

With a heavy blush, I took my exit. They had no idea this was our first night without protection. I left the party and walked down the stairs to the level below. With a turn of my key, the door opened, and my heart thrummed in my throat.

I had no idea why I was so nervous. We had sex more often than we actually spent time together but this was different . No condom. And the way he gave the simple instructions, with a firm tone with all the earned self-confidence, because he knew I was going to do it…my breathing labored in the shower as I left my muscles uncoil.

At one in the morning, I gazed into his bathroom mirror, carefully brushing out my hair and washing my face. The hickeys were completely gone from my neck but my breasts were covered with them. A few dotted my hips. My inner thighs had a whole line of them.

I took slow, even breaths, gazing at the mirror.

Why am I so nervous?

"You've fucked Ryan before," I reminded myself, like my voice wasn't wobbling. "Get a grip."

The text came through and my heart leaped to my throat.

Mr. Intense: FIFTEEN MINUTES

I rubbed the lotion over my body, trying to avoid staring at the clock. It was a long day. I should've been tired. But the only thing I could taste was the anticipation at the back of my throat, knowing he was going to come in.

Full of indecision, I placed my hands on the blankets.

"How am I supposed to stand?" I muttered, stepping back and forth.

Hook ups had always been something to get something for me. But this wasn't a hook-up. I didn't have that same vaguely irritated feeling that a man was making me wait for a booty call too early in the morning. I was excited to see him.

"What about lying on the bed, ass up?" I mused. "Shit. What's the sexiest position?"

The door handle flipped.

And so did my stomach. I jerked over to look at the front door from the bedroom. Ryan pushed through, no football gear, just his hoodie and jeans and that intense look on his face that dropped my panties any day of the week, walking right towards me.

Suddenly embarrassed, I crossed my arms over my chest. If I could pretend like I wasn't naked, I wasn't naked. A flush crept up my neck. "You did so good today."

He tossed his bags to the kitchen floor and cut the distance without a word.

"It was a great game." I swallowed.

In a fluid motion, Ryan tugged his hoodie over his head and a lump caught in my throat. Oh my god. He was so damn good-looking. My fingers twitched to touch his chest, to touch the muscle that lined him everywhere . Ryan didn't say anything though, he walked around the bed and took his place behind me.

I glanced back. "Ryan—?"

With a deep breath, he wrapped his arms around me, yanking me close to him. He gripped me tight and I couldn't move. Breathing out, he buried his face in my neck and everyone lit up at once in my body. I didn't feel embarrassed anymore, the only thing I could feel was him, pressed up against me.

He kissed my neck hard. "You can't miss another game."

The hickeys had faded but any time he went close to my neck, my heart leaped to my throat. I could taste how much he wanted to claim me like that.

"It was an away-game," I reminded him softly.

Ryan placed a hand on my back and pushed me down against the bed. Pure pleasure rushed up my spine, my toes curled, a blush crossed my face, all of it crept up on me as I struggled to breathe normally while he shoved down his pants, kicking them away.

"I don't give a fuck," he muttered, hanging just above me. His lips found the back of my neck. "I'll fly you out next time. You're not missing another game."

"You did so good," I whispered. "I'm—"

"I missed you too much," he growled and I jerked up when he ran the head of his cock along my sex. "It was distracting. It was hard to focus."

Ryan rocked into me and I fisted the blankets. "Oh my god— fuck —"

"You can't do that to me again." Ryan reached out and placed his hands over mine, forcing me down to keep me from moving. My body shook but he just brought me back, thrusting inside of me, showing how much he'd missed me. "Kassie, you're coming to the next game."

My eyes rolled to the back of my head while he pounded me from behind.

Oh my god .

I know exactly what'll get him going .

"And wear your jersey," I panted.

"And wearing my fucking jersey," he agreed, reaching to dig his fingers into my hip, full-on fucking me. I could barely hang on to my concentration but he had no problem bringing me to my release.

The build-up was faster than I thought and I squeezed my eyes shut.

"No." Ryan stilled with his cock buried inside of me. "You're not coming yet."

My eyes flashed open and I stared at the blankets. " What? "

Slowly, he eased out of me and I cursed under my breath, fisting the blankets. What the hell was he doing? My orgasm was held in suspension. Dangling over me, fucking mocking me.

"Ryan," I rasped. " Ryan. "

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, goddammit—"

"Turn around."

Irritated as shit, I whipped back around just to see him gazing down at me, his cock throbbing between his legs. My eyes dropped down. It glistened, just waiting for me.

Oh my god.

Ryan reached out and pushed me to the bed. I stumbled back and hit the blankets before he was all over me, leaning down to kiss my neck, running his tongue over my skin.

I moaned, gripping his shoulders.

He leaned down and pressed the shaft of his cock between my legs. Not fucking me, just touching me, and it drove me insane. My hips bucked underneath him, desperate for friction.

"Tell me you're sorry for missing the game," he breathed out.

"What?" I asked, completely without brain function while he touched me like that.

"Tell me you're sorry."

"I'm sorry," I told him weakly. I reached up and tried to rub along his shaft, basically torturing myself. "I'm so sorry."

"You should be sorry," he whispered through gritted teeth. "Kassie, tell me you're coming to the next game."

"I—I can't—"

"Just fucking lie to me."

My heart squeezed painfully in my chest but I'd give him what he wanted a thousand times over and if this was what he wanted to hear, I'd say it.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed the side of his face. "I'm so—so sorry for missing the game, baby. I'll be at the—at the next one." A beat passed and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to kick away the horrible feeling of lying to him. "I promise."

He wrapped his hand around his cock and pushed it against my sex.

"I'll be right there, baby," I whispered, a catch in my throat as I tried to breathe through him easing into me. "Wearing your jersey, letting—letting everyone know who owns this pussy."

"That's right," he breathed out, rocking against me.

"And I'll wait for you in the car after your game." I ran my fingers through his hair, my legs wrapped around him. "Completely naked with the tinted windows to show you how proud I am. You can do everything to me, baby."

"Yes," he hissed out, thrusting into me.

"Show you how much I—I missed you," I barely said, breathing just as heavily as he was.

"I missed you so fucking much," he rasped.

Pleasure radiated off of his body. He loved this. He loved picturing it. Leaning back, he knotted his fingers through my hair and gazed at me, eyes wild, before he crashed his lips to mine, kissing me hard, demanding my attention.

"I—I can't multitask like you can," I panted. My peak was right around the corner and kissing took legitimate concentration, I couldn't kiss him while my body was unspooling. "I'm—I'm close—"

His eyes darkened and he kissed me again, fucking me hard.

I pulled away from him, gulping in air. "And at the hotel—?"

"The hotel?" he repeated, thrusting into me.

"After the game, bend me over and over again." I jerked up. My whole body was seizing up, but I had to concentrate. "Take what yours, baby. Use me. Fuck me until come's dripping between my—"

"I'm going to come," he stopped me, locking me close. "Kassie, I'm going to come. Fuck—I'm coming—I'm coming—"

His cock jerked inside of me and I moaned, unable to hold on anymore while he pumped his come deep inside of me. The orgasm washed over me and I tightened my grip on him, unable to do anything but shake.

Long moments passed and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to come down off the high.

"Don't move," he muttered, untangling me to reach down and kiss my neck. "Kassie, don't move, I need all of my come inside of you."

I whimpered but I didn't move. Not an inch.

Gently, Ryan eased into me again and swore under his breath, pushing his come deeper inside while I dripped on the bed. He took steady breaths, still rocking inside of me, and finally sighed in relief, kissing my neck.

"Thank you," he rasped, pulling out.

After that, I literally couldn't move. I stared up at the wall, wonderfully fucked, sleepy beyond belief, but the longer I laid there, the worse I felt. Ryan wanted me to lie to him. That's how badly he wanted me there.

"Ready for a shower?" He chuckled, running his fingers across my stomach.

I shivered and gazed up at him. "Hey?"

"Yeah?"

"You know I want to go, right?"

He was still for a moment and slowly, he nodded. "I know."

"I'm sorry, Ryan."

"It's okay, art girl." He dipped down and kissed my thigh.

"See, I just don't get any homework done when it's you and me and it's the only time I can finish up projects and—" I sighed. "I'm sorry."

His kiss deepened on my thigh and I squirmed for a moment before he reached out to hold me down, sucking gently on the skin, giving me yet another hickey to add to the collection.

"I know, baby," he whispered. "I know."