“Mine,” I whispered and he shivered.
True to his word, he let me do all the work and I loved every moment of it. The hot water cascading over our shoulders, the way Ryan's lips brushed me, everywhere that he could reach. His cock in my hand was nice too, especially when I pressed it against mine, stroking us both together, but there was more to it. Every time we had ever touched it was like the intimacy was unmatched and this moment was no different.
Ryan was just,everything, I thought. Or maybe we both were, together. Two halves of one whole. He had always been myguy. My ride or die, really, now he was even more than that. He was a part of me.
Suddenly, his hands tangled into my hair, holding me tightly, his face in mine, lips parting in a silent gasp as he started to come.
I held him tight, letting him ride through it, never taking my eyes off of him until he was done and I could take it no longer, releasing his softening cock to grip my own. The show I'd been given, just the look on his face while I made him come undone was enough that it only took a few strokes for me to follow, come splashing onto the tiles at our feet, to be quickly washed away.
Without saying a word, Ryan reached for the soap, poured some in his hand, and began to wash me, his hands sliding luxuriously over my body.
Pretty much half asleep at this point, I joined in, washing Ryan down with my hands and soap and I realized that I was enjoying this part just as much as the rest.
Once we were rinsed off, he shut off the shower, and grabbed his towel for us.
I couldn't help but chuckled when he started to towel me down.
“I had no idea that you were such a mother hen,” I teased gently.
Smiling softly, he didn't deny it, justtook me by the hand and lead me back into the change room.
I could see his eyes flying to the clock on the wall and a bit of tension returning to his shoulders, so I didn't linger the way I wanted to. I got dressed quickly—back into the clothes I'd been running in, which was gross and stood back, watching as he pulled on a fresh set of clothes from his locker.
“You going to be around later today?” I found myself asking.
He paused.
“I don't have any plans but...”
He trailed off before giving me a look over his shoulder.
“I thought you were going to talk to Melissa today?” he asked.
I froze.
“Right. Yeah, I will.”
I shook my head.
“It's just so much easier to live in a fantasy world with you,” I explained.
His gaze softened and he leaned toward me, ready to press a kiss to my lips but the door suddenly opened.
We both swung around just as a teenage boy stepped inside, looking sweaty and flushed in sweat pants and a t-shirt.
“Oh. Hi Coach,” the kid said, looking between us in surprise. “Didn't expect anyone to be here. I just went for a jog before school starts...”
“That's okay,” Ryan said. “That's what the showers are here for.”
The kid looked relieved, which almost made me laugh. Why did everyone that age always assume that they were in trouble when an adult was around?
“We just went for a jog too,” Ryan added. “And decided to shower before work.”
It was a totally reasonable statement, but Ryan was bright red when he said it, so I didn't know how believable it was.
There was probably no need to explain anything, anyway. It wasn't like we had been caught fucking, we were just sitting here. But thiswasRyan's job and I didn't want him to feel like it was jeopardized, so no more school activity would be happening, I decided, feeling a little guilty.
I stood up, ready to go before I ended up being late for work.
