Alex’s pov
“What the f**k was that downstairs Ryan you can’t just f**k me raw and storm off like some coward prick.”
I whispered harshly following him upstairs moments later my legs still shaky and his c*m leaking slow down my thigh making my shorts stick.
My heart kept racing and my c**k twitched again just from seeing his back in the hallway outside our rooms.
The house felt quiet but tension buzzed everywhere between us.
Ryan turned fast, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer, his grip tight on my bicep. “Shut up Alex before they hear.
That was a mistake, nothing more. Just hate f*****g after all the rivalry s**t. Don’t make it mean something.”
I stepped even closer to my chest brushing his feelings from his body through his thin shirt.
My hand landed on his arm sliding up
