thinking about ryan having you pushed up against a door with your legs over his shoulders and his head between your legs. it doesn't matter when or where, ryan would happily spend the day between your thighs feasting on your pussy if you let him. in this case it's post win against BU so ryan's adrenaline is at an all time high. you get back to his dorm and he can't keep his hands off of you, he could barely hold himself together on the walk back to the dorm. the minute he locks the door his lips are on yours and his hands are under your (his) jersey. he only stops kissing you to pull the jersey off of you so he can kiss down your neck. you start to unbutton his shirt, his jacket and tie have long since disappeared. you push his shirt off his shoulders, feeling his muscles ripple under his freckled skin as he grabs a hold of your leggings, breaking the kiss only to looking into your eyes to see if it is alright if he goes further as his fingers hook into the waistband of your leggings. you nod yes and he immediately yanks them down to your ankles and helps you kick them off. you are left in your bra and panties, and him in his dress pants, his belt having been discarded around the same time as his shirt. he starts kissing down your neck once more as you try to keep quiet, knowing will and gabe are in the room next door. ryan reaches his hand behind your back to unhook your bra and takes one of your nipples in his mouth while he tweaks the other with his fingers and you can't help but let out the smallest moan at the feeling which makes him groan into your boobs. he goes back to kissing you and tells you to jump and you lock your legs around his waist. he walks you over to the door and pushes you against it. he then lifts your legs over his broad shoulders as he kisses down your torso. you hear the sound of fabric ripping and feel a rush of cool air against your pussy lips and can only roll your eyes at him (this isn't the first time he's done this). he gently kitten licks your clit and you can't help but bite back the moan that forms in your throat. he slowly begins to fuck your hole with his tongue and you have to fight back the urge to scream his name. you grab onto his hair and pull, which causes him to let out a groan into your pussy. his grip on your thighs is so tight that you know there will be bruises in the shape of his fingers for days to come, a reminder of just how much he loves you. he pushes you over the edge as he goes between sucking on your clit and tongue fucking your hole, not wanting to waste a drop of your juices as you cum all over his mouth. he brings you down from your high with a smile and gently carries your shaking frame over to the bed so he can finally give into the urge he's been having since he got off the ice.