Page 203 of Out of Bounds

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,allof 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 wearingmyfucking 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 hedoing?My orgasm was held in suspension. Dangling over me, fuckingmockingme.

“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. Notfuckingme, 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.”

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