Page 15 of Man to Man Coverage (Rangers Football: Hard-Hitting #6)

He stands and interlaces his fingers with mine, walking me through the house and up two flights of stairs to his bedroom.

Letting go of my hand, he points to his dresser.

“I cleaned out all the drawers on the left side, in case you want to bring over more clothes. I want you to feel comfortable coming over whenever you like.”

Devlin pulls off his shirt and then gathers up the hem of my polo, pulling it up and over my head.

Without words, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into his body, his hands splaying across my back.

He kisses me with the kind of sweet possession I’ve come to crave, once again causing me to melt into him.

He chuckles low in his throat. “Love that.”

“I love you.” The words come out effortlessly as our eyes lock in meaningful silence.

Smiling, Devlin unbuttons my khakis and pushes them down before stepping out of his sweatpants. “Come with me, baby.”

His shower has multiple rain heads hanging from the ceiling with handhelds on either end.

The glass walls stretch to the ceiling, and the enclosure fills quickly with steam after Devlin turns on the water.

He opens the door and pulls me in behind him, my eyes going to a dildo and a bottle of lube on the tile bench.

Devlin’s eyes follow mine. “If you want to try that tonight, I have to prep you. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

His thoughtfulness and attention to my comfort, which I should expect, touches me deeply.

I pick up the dildo and wrap my fingers around it, figuring it to be about half the size of him.

Arching my brow, I cast him the unspoken question and he chuckles.

“Not a replacement for me, just something to get you started.”

“I would say not.”

Grabbing the soap off the tray and lathering up my hands, I glance down to find his cock hard and erect. I slide my sudsy hands down his magnificent chest and chiseled abs before fisting his dick and cupping his balls.

Devlin closes his eyes and sucks in his breath, growling softly. “I love how you touch me.”

“It’s like running my hands over a statue. You are priceless, like a work of art.”

“Would you still love me if a had a pot belly?” He reaches down to stroke me. “Because if you keep feeding me like you do, that might happen.”

“I’ll keep you happy and healthy, my king. I promise.” I lift up on my toes when he slides his soapy hand between my legs and presses his finger near my asshole.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Devlin arches his brow.

“With you—yes.”

He kisses me once more and then takes a step back. “Turn around and put one foot up on the bench. Use the wall to brace your hands. I’m going to talk you through this, so you know what I’m doing. Do your best to relax.”

I do as he says, excitement rushing through my limbs.

The rain head above pours a steady deluge of warm water between my shoulder blades, while Devlin uses his soapy hands to massage my muscles.

His cock slides along the crack of my ass with every push of his hips, my dick jumping in anticipation.

Then he reaches around and strokes me as his lips trail kisses down my spine.

“This might be uncomfortable at first, but if it hurts at all, you tell me. Don’t grin and bear it. ”

“Okay.”

He steps back and the water pressure overhead changes to a gentle mist. From behind me, I hear the top of the lube bottle pop open.

Then he’s touching my asshole with slick fingers, sliding and pushing against the puckered rosette.

“I’m going to warm you up with my fingers, and then with the dildo. ”

A small gasp escapes my lips when he pushes his fingertip inside me.

He uses short strokes at first and then goes a little deeper each time I exhale, my body relaxing with each calming breath.

Soon the rhythmic pumping of his finger in my ass has a need building low in my belly, and I push back on him as if to beg for more.

Devlin’s lips are on my spine again, his other hand stroking my cock. “That’s my prince, taking it so well his first time. Are you ready for more?”

“Yes,” I moan as he slips a second finger inside.

“Fuck, it is hot watching you enjoy this.” He scrapes his teeth on my shoulder, each stroke of my cock more insistent.

“More,” I whimper a minute later, unable to worry about what he might think of me being a needy little brat.

He lets go of me and grabs the dildo off the bench, adding a few more drops of lube to the tip. “Nice and relaxed, Rex.”

The foreign sensation has me clenching at first, but I push back as he instructs, and then I’m overrun with pleasure from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

“Ahhh.” I throw my head back, panting, as Devlin slowly works the dildo in and out of my ass.

“How does that feel?” He grips my hips with his big hand and kisses my neck.

“So good.” I slap my palm against the wall, a desire to explode tightening up my balls.

“You’re doing so well.” He reaches around and strokes me again while pressing his thighs against the backs of mine, covering me like a second skin. His hand controls the dildo between us, but it’s the gentle roll of his hips that thrusts it in and out of me.

“Devlin, I’m going to come.”

“Come for me, baby.”

I explode all over the tile bench, my body jerking in Devlin’s hands as a heavy load shoots out of my cock. My body shudders, and I’m thankful he told me to brace myself against the wall. Otherwise, I might face plant on the tile floor.

On the other hand, I know Devlin would never let me fall.

That was, by far, the hardest I’ve ever come in my life, but I know this is only the beginning.