The kissing was really fucking good—Ramsey had never been tempted to forgo the sex part for the kissing before—but the idea of wearing this jersey as Nate fucked him and then wearing it to the game stuck with him. Smugly looking over at Brody, while only he knew what had happened in it?
That got him so fucking hot he didn’t want to waste a second making out when he could be being fucked into next year.
“Come on,” he panted into Nate’s ear, fingernails digging insistently into his broad shoulders.
“Impatient?” Nate teased.
And normally, playing at impatience could be fun and sexy, but he wasn’t actually playing around this time when he nodded.
Nate leaned in and gave him one more kiss before pulling back and not just grabbing the lube but shedding his sweatpants too.
Ramsey went to turn over, because what was the point of doing it in this jersey if Nate couldn’t see the name on the back.
The very idea ofbelongingto anyone, even playacting at it during sex, would’ve normally been the opposite of hot, but Nate was apparently magicandhad a magic dick, because Ramsey wanted to give him that.
But Nate stopped him. “No,” he said, shaking his head as he tugged Ramsey’s briefs off. “Like this. I wanna see your eyes.”
Was it any wonder that some of Ramsey’s wires were getting crossed? The hottest, sexiest guy in the world, even by football player standards, was going to make him come hardandwas saying earnest, sweet shit like that andmeaningit.
“Get to it, then,” Ramsey demanded.
Nate rolled his eyes, but a minute later was between Ramsey’s legs, gently rolling up the hem of the jersey so he could slide his cock into his mouth as he got his fingers inside him.
Even one of Nate’s fingers was better than two of his own. And two? Ramsey swore his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
He kicked a heel against Nate’s back. “I’m ready. I’m really fucking ready.”
But Nate would never be rushed and this was no exception. “Not yet,” Nate said, but his voice sounded frayed at the edges, hopefully losing the lock he usually kept on his self-control.
Ramsey groaned as Nate gave him a third. Slow and inexorable, pushing in and fucking him softly, then harder as his body adjusted around them.
“You’re good at this,” Ramsey said, panting.
He normally wouldn’t be so eager to pump a hookup’s tires, but Nate wasn’t just a hookup. Maybe he hadn’t ever been a hookup.
And he really was fucking amazing at this. Lighting Ramsey up from the inside out, his own self-control beginning to splinter.
“God, fuck me please,” Ramsey begged.
But Nate was on his own timetable, and it was at least half a dozen more eye-rollingly good thrusts later before he was pulling his fingers out and slicking up his cock.
“You sure you want it like this?” Ramsey asked with the last of his composure.
Nate didn’t say anything else, just pushed in, answering without words, his gaze warm and intent on Ramsey’s face.
Like he never wanted to look at anything else.
“Knew you’d look good like this,” Nate said as he slipped the rest of the way in.
God. Ramsey was so full and not just physically. That light inside him kept growing and growing until he wasn’t sure how to contain it any longer.
“So fucking perfect in my jersey,” Nate continued, voice growing rougher and rougher as he began to thrust. Tilted Ramsey’s leg back so he could get an even better angle, and Ramsey couldn’t hold his moan in any longer.
Even if he’d wanted to, he wouldn’t have.
It felt too good. Tooright.
If he was being very honest, how it had felt that night back in June had been nearly enough to send him running for the hills, nevermind this very jersey.
