Page 31 of Crossing Lines

He pumped me harder, faster, and snuck a finger around my hole, circling it, then moaned over my sensitive cock.

“Oh shit, yeah. Coming.” I groaned as my body exploded with sensation, curling my toes. Tensing my brows, I thrust hard into him, and my cock spurted cum down his throat again and again. The ice pack fell off my knee. Fuck if I cared.

He swallowed it all down and lapped at the head of my dick. As it slowed, his gaze met mine, his body trembling. “Ryan?” He palmed his hard cock through his jeans.

“Get those jeans off. In fact, take it all off and come over here.” Waving my hand at him, I swallowed hard, my mouth watering like never before. I sat up on the couch, throwing my legs over the side.

He tossed his shirt to the floor, his muscled chest and arms on full display, then shimmied his jeans and underwear off and stepped out of them. His solid cock stood almost to his navel and leaked precum down his shaft. “You turn me the fuck on.” Helazily stroked himself, giving me a coy smirk, then stepped to me.

Tipping my head back, I gazed up at him. “Well, you certainly turn me the fuck on too.” I admired his dick, brushing my fingers up and down his shaft, and it jerked at my touch. “You’re stunning, Jonah.”

“Fuck, I’m close already. I almost came in my damn jeans.” Biting his lip, he rocked his hips toward me.

With a smirk, I grabbed his weeping cock and swallowed him whole, sucking him to the back of my throat.

He groaned and slapped his hands on the back of my head, then thrust into me. “God, fuck, that’s good.”

I pumped him so hard my cheeks hollowed, and I pulled gently on his balls with one hand while fisting his shaft with the other. I wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made me feel. Which was amazing.

As ragged moans worked out of his mouth, his thighs quivered and his skin pebbled. “Fuck, close.” With a loud gasp, he clutched at my hair and his dick swelled further in my mouth.

Quickening my pace, I fluttered my tongue over the crown of his cock.

“Coming, oh fuck.” His body went rigid, then his dick pulsed and spurted hot cum down my throat. With a shudder, his knees buckled, and he righted himself.

I swallowed him all down, my tongue flickering up and down his shaft, the salty taste of him flooding my mouth. As it slowed, I released him with a wet pop.

Panting, he said, “Jesus, Ryan. You’re fucking good at that.” He raked his fingers through his long, dark bangs, then plopped beside me on the couch.

I leaned back into the couch cushions. “I think we both just had a lot of pent-up frustration, eh?” But, okay, maybe we were both pretty good at blowjobs.

“Yeah, suppose so.” He looked me over, his brows wrinkling, like he wasn’t sure what to do or say next.

“Come here.” I held my arm out, and he tucked himself in beside me, resting his cheek on my shoulder. Combing my fingers through his hair, I kissed the top of his head. Okay, now I didn’t know what to say. But I was supposed to be the adult in this situation, right? Even though I was only five years older than him. But I was a coach on his team. “We should probably talk about things.”

“Can I stay the night?” He peeked up at me, his gaze searching my face.

I worried my lower lip. How much worse could it be? We’d already crossed all the lines. “Yeah, sure.” I pushed him off me and stood. “Come on, grab your clothes and let’s go in my bedroom.”

He snatched his things and held them in front of his groin, the soft lamplight throwing shadows in the creases of his muscles.

Damn, he was built. I’d been built like that once. I plucked my jeans and briefs off the floor, then my drink from the side table. “Follow me.”

I led him into my bedroom, just off the main room and across from the kitchen, then threw my clothes into a hamper along with my shirt and set my drink on my nightstand. Now, we were both naked and on even footing. I turned the covers down on my bed, the lights from downtown Tempe casting a glow through my large window on the side of it. “I’ll go shut off the lights and be back.”

He dropped his clothes into the corner and nodded, then climbed under my covers.

As I walked through the kitchen and main room, flicking off switches and lamps, my mind flooded with the events of the evening. Jonah was in my bed now. My pulse kicked. How the hell had I let this happen? I grabbed the water bottles he’d brought us and padded over my cool tile flooring into my bedroom. As my gaze caught on him, his dark hair splayed over one of my cream pillows, his muscled arms falling across mygray duvet, my breath snagged. He was gorgeous. There was no way I could deny him. It was bound to happen. Us being together was some sort of twist of Fate.

“I brought us our waters.” I set a bottle on the nightstand on his side, then rounded the bed to the other side and climbed in. Funny, but he’d naturally picked the side of the bed I didn’t sleep on.Fate?

“Thanks.” He sipped his water, then set his bottle back down and turned on his side to face me, tucking his hand between his head and the pillow. “I like you, Ryan. A lot.”

Damn, he was not one for mincing words. “Yeah?” I drank some of my whisky. “I, uh, I suppose I can say the same.” Might as well tell him the truth. I let my gaze find his.

“So, we’ll do this again. I mean, we have something here, right?” He brushed his hand over my forearm and knitted his brows. “I don’t care if we have to keep it a secret. But you’re not technically my coach anyway.” He inched closer to my side.

I held out my arm and he edged into me, resting his head on my shoulder and his arm across my chest.

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