12. Alan

Chapter twelve

Alan

Ryan offers to go back to his place, but he’s living with Duckie and my sister is off on a girl’s weekend at the ranch, so I’ve got the place to myself.

“Your place is nice,” Ryan says, walking into the living room and folding his jacket over the back of the couch.

“Thanks. It’s my sister’s. I had a place, but then… It didn’t work out.”

“Terrible roommates?”

“Something like that,” I say, heading into the kitchen.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I’m told I am a fabulous listener,” Ryan replies, leaning on the doorframe to the kitchen.

“I was living with my ex before I moved in with Kelly. It was one of those relationships where you really don’t see who the other person is until you’re out, or ready to get out. You know?” I tell him, surprised by how easy it actually is to talk about this stuff. It took forever for me to even acknowledge what happened. “He wasn’t violent, but he was super controlling, like, he would allocate me spending money out of my pay, and he would do this thing where he would make me feel bad for being away from him all day at training, only then he’d make plans with other people the second I was home and act like he never cared that I was gone and that I was imagining things.”

“I’m glad you found your way out of it,” he says.

“Me too. It’s funny, but well… not funny ha, ha, funny, but, you know, funny still, that all the time I just didn’t see that stuff. It was actually when I caught him texting another guy with plans to hook up that I decided I was done. It was after I decided to leave that all that the possessiveness, controlling, belittling behaviors were even visible to me.”

“I get that.”

“Well, I’m out now. And living with Kelly isn’t too bad. Do you want a drink?”

“No, I’m good. I might need one after, though.”

My stomach flips, and the room grows a few degrees warmer.

“Oh, really?”

“So, where’s your room?”

I grab two bottles of water from the fridge and lead the way down the hallway towards my room

“This way, would you like to see?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

The second I am through the door, his chest is against my back, his arms wrap around me and his mouth is sucking the crease between my shoulder and neck.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I moan, reaching back with one hand to hold his head in that perfect spot.

His hands start trailing down my chest, warmth spreading beneath his touch.

“Do you still think this is a bad idea?” he asks.

“If it is, I don’t care,” I reply, and he spins me around to face him.

“I think this is one of the best ideas I’ve ever had,” he says, brushing the back of his fingers along my jawbone and over my ear. I can’t help but lean into his touch.

“I thought it was my idea,” I say, the excitement in my gut building.

He shrugs. “Either way, it’s brilliant.”

My gaze moves to his mouth, his fingers slip behind my neck, and he pulls me into a deep kiss. His tongue fighting mine for control, heavy and sweet, and it’s perfect. Everything about kissing Ryan is perfect. The way his mouth fits like a puzzle with mine, how his body presses against me until the distance between us disappears and my cock pulses.

The way he’s commanding our kiss, holding me to him, only heightens the lust growing inside me, and my cock throbs, aching for him. His mouth moves along my jaw, sucking and nibbling until he’s back in that soft spot in the dip of my neck, and my heartbeat rises, sending a warm hum across my body.

His fingers move to unbutton my pants, and when he peels them open and pulls my briefs over my hard cock, the cool air sends a rush through me and I shudder.

“He won’t be cold for long,” Ryan whispers into my neck, then he lowers to his knees, and I look down and watch as he spits into his hand and then wraps his fingers around my thick length and gives it a slow stroke.

“I think he’s still cold,” I say, and Ryan licks his lips and then wraps them over my cock head.

I suck in a sharp breath, the heat from his mouth sending a surge of blood right to my groin, and my cock throbs in his mouth as if to urge him on further. I grip the bedpost in one hand and hold the back of his head with the other, careful not to take control, because what he’s doing is perfect and I don’t want him to change any part of it.

I know I said this was a bad idea. But right now, past Alan can fuck right off because Ryan Tanner sucking me off is the best fucking thing I have experienced in forever. Even if future Alan is the one who will have to deal with pretending we’re nothing once we’re back on the field. After the first time in the conference room, it was difficult but not impossible, but after seeing his mouth deep throat my cock, there is no way I won’t picture exactly this every time I look at him from now until forever.

His mouth and hand move in sync, increasing in speed and pressure, and his free hand slides behind me to grip my ass, squeezing and kneading as he moans into my cock.

I love that it’s my cock that’s eliciting his moans, he’s getting pleasure from pleasing me, and it’s so fucking hot. Watching my length move in and out of his mouth, feeling his hand on my ass, the soft strands of his hair between my fingers, all of it is mind-spinning.

“I’m so close,” I groan.

“Hmmm mmm,” he replies, increasing his speed and grip.

“Oh god, so close, fuck, yes. Yes. Fuck, oh god yes.”

My body spasms, rolling waves of my orgasm filling his mouth. He doesn’t slow, he sucks and slurps and milks all of it from me until I soften.

“Holy shit, that was incredible,” I say, helping him to stand.

He swipes the pad of his thumb over his lower lip, and I clutch his hand and suck his thumb into my mouth.

His eyes close for a moment, and I slide my free hand down his front and over the bulge in his pants.

“I think he’s waited long enough, don’t you?” I ask, and Ryan smiles. “I think you should take off your clothes and get on the bed.”

He doesn’t hesitate and strips off his shirt first, turning towards the bed as he moves, and the muscles in his back glisten in a beautiful amber glow from the bedroom light.

He bends slowly as he lowers his pants, peeking over his shoulder as he goes.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, and I close the distance between us and slide my hands over his tight, round ass.

“Hell yes.”

“Then take it,” he replies, and I drop down and bury my face between his cheeks. He shudders, and I slide my hand up between his legs and give his balls a soft tug, then pull away.

“On the bed, I want to taste all of you,” I say, and he climbs up and rests with his back against the pillows.

“How’s this?”

I climb between his legs, grip his ankles, and pull him down until his back is flat against the bed.

“Good, but this is better,” I say, and I raise his legs up and out. “Much better. Do you think you can hold them there?”

His hands replace mine at his ankles, and he smiles.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Good, ‘cause I’ve wanted to take a bite out of that ass for as long as I can remember.”

The blush rises to his cheeks, and it’s totally adorable. I take a second to admire the glorious cock before me with its thick pink flesh and dark blue vein that runs the length . I’ll get to you later, I think before I cup his balls and suck them into my mouth.

“Oh shit,” he cries out, and I release them. “I didn’t mean stop.”

“Sorry, how was I to know? I think we should have a safe word if you are going to be making noises like that.”

“I’ll say stop, that’s the safe word. Now please, please do that again.”

“What…this?” I ask, running my tongue up over his balls.

“No. That was good, but no. The other thing.”

“Hmmm, this?” I tease, cupping them in my hand and giving them a slight tug.

“Fuck, you are loving this whole teasing thing, aren’t you?”

“It is nice watching you squirm a little. Maybe you need to be more specific about what you want.”

“Urgh, Fine. Please, Alan, stop this torture. Please, please suck my balls again.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” I laugh, then I give him exactly what he wants. I wrap my lips over his tightening balls and swirl my tongue over them, paying extra attention to the spot underneath where they are most sensitive. I let the spit dribble from my mouth, and then I spread his cheeks and let my thumb find it, circling it around his opening.

“Oh yeah,” he moans and pulls his legs back a little, giving me easier access. I apply a little pressure to his hole with my thumb, working it in circles, and then when he’s relaxed just enough, it slips a little inside, and the groan that escapes his lips sends a surge right to my balls.

I have to make him make that sound again. Working my thumb in and out, I tug and suck on his balls, his cock dripping with precome and filling the room with the scent of him.

“More,” he begs in a raspy breath, but instead of adding more fingers, I release his balls from my both and force my tongue in beside my thumb.

“Holy shit,” he cries, and I grab his cock with my other hand and start stoking his in time with my tongue fucking his ass. He’s rock hard, and he’s pulling his legs back over and over, moaning louder and grinding faster with each stroke. It’s incredible tasting him but hearing him is even better. Knowing it is me that’s eliciting these sounds, making him hard, making him pull his legs so far back he’s like a pretzel trying to drive my tongue deeper inside him while his cock fucks my fist is the best feeling in the world.

“Yes, so close, holy shit, don’t stop,” he calls, and then he explodes, his body jerking against my mouth, hot ribbons coating my hand until he sumps into the bed and his legs bend and rest out at the sides.

I climb up between his legs and lie at his side, licking my fingers clean.

“You taste amazing,” I say, and he turns his head toward me, his chest still heaving up and down.

“So do you. Now you’ll get to see I was right.”

“About what?”

“About this being good luck, you watch. You’ll smash the OG tomorrow night.”

“I guess if we do win, we’ll need to keep testing the theory, you know, for the teams’ sake. It would be mean for us to risk losing it for them, right?”

“Exactly. It’s for the team.”