Page 70 of Loverboy

My heart skipped.

“No, that’s not right, is it?” He considered me. “You want me to fuck you.”

“I—I...”

I couldn’t muster a comeback.

The faint smell of copper filled my senses on a choppy inhale, and I watched with morbid fascination as he worked me with his filthy hand. A different kind of pleasure bloomed deep inside of me, euphoric and raw. I’d never felt so connected to someone in my entire life.

I was sick, truly sick.

“Say it, Milo.” He reached up with his free hand and gripped my chin, angling my face down so I met his gaze head-on. “Say you want your brother to ruin you.”

Oh, God.

His glasses sat unevenly on the bridge of his nose, unbridled hunger in his eyes. I saw the way his chest stuttered, the way he could barely manage to catch his breath. It was the most out of control I’d ever seen him, though his words kept their wicked bite.

“I want it,” I answered pathetically.

“Want what?” He smirked.

I thought about lunging forward and tackling him to the goddamn floor, but he picked up the pace of his strokes, the sound of his blood mixed with my precum loud and obscene. I was at his mercy. After a few agonizing moments that I thought would send me over the edge, he slowed, painfully so, and I had to rock my hips to fuck myself into his fist like some wanton creature.

“I want you to make me feel good.” I blinked hard, trying to focus on his face through the haze of my delirium.

“Is that what I told you to say?” He was killing me, his thumb swiping leisurely over my tip.

“Please,” I choked. “I want you to ruin me.”

Jasper’s hand stilled, the words settling into the space between us, my heart suspended by rapidly fraying strings. I was scared. Terrified. He’d pushed me to admit it, and I still felt like he might be disgusted with me.

“How long have you wanted me to fuck you, Milo?” He stood, pulling his sweater vest over his head and tossing it onto the arm of the couch.

I stared at him dumbly, almost not registering what he said, too focused on watching the pop of every button as he worked to get his shirt off. I didn’t know the answer—didn’t know when I’d started to obsess over his attention, or when I’d gotten so territorial that I’d willingly beat the shit out of my best friend for sleeping with him.

“I don’t know.” My voice cracked, attention drifting down his naked chest at the sound of his belt buckle coming undone.

Jasper had the body of a man who lived on too many late nights and cups of coffee. There was a wiry strength to him from carrying textbooks by day and bartending at night, his ribs lifting with each breath to expose a faint stretch of muscle.

Watching him undress felt like a crime. The feeling solidified when he dropped his pants, his hard cock straining heavily against his boxer briefs, already soaked through with arousal that matched my own.

I wasn’t going to hell—I was already in it. My own personal hell, one where I was tortured by the magnificent sight of his dick when he finally removed his underwear. If he took any longer, I was going to die.

“You don’t know, or you’re too embarrassed to tell me?” His voice softened just a touch.

I fisted my shirt and tugged it down, suddenly all too aware of myself. My silence spoke volumes, judging by the sly grin that spread across his face when I didn’t answer.

“Why are you always hiding from me, like I’m not the only one who sees you?” he lectured, his expression sobering.

I didn’t answer right away, too busy watching the way his eyes raked over me like embers stirred to life. Half of me wanted him to look at me like that forever, and the other half wanted to get up and run, just like I did every other time things got too intense.

“I’m not hiding,” I finally answered with a lie.

Before I could make any sense of the shift in his mood, he grabbed me by the arm and flipped me over. I scrambled to steady myself, forced to grip the back of the couch to keep from face-planting into it. He pushed my face into the cushions, muffling my gasp.

The position left me feeling vulnerable.

And it made me so fucking hard.