Page 14 of Nothing to Lose

“Is this okay?”

“Fuck yes, it’s okay. Don’t stop, Hunt. Fuck.” I try to pull his head closer to get his mouth back on my cock, but he doesn’t budge, instead watching my face as he slowly enters me with a single finger. Electricity sparks and spreads outward, that initial uncomfortable pressure fading into pleasure as he curls his finger to find my prostate. “Ohhh, fuuuuck.”

“Mmm. Fuck yes, baby boy. I want to swallow down your cum. STDs clear?”

I nod violently, my legs shaking, my chest rising and crashing at an alarming rate.

“Good boy. Me too. Nothing between us then?”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck, Hunter,” I moan as I tremble, his finger quickly turning into two. “Suck me off. You want my cum? Suck it out of me.”

“Oh, I’m about to make you come harder than you ever have before, baby. And then you’re going to reward me with that sweet fucking mess of yours.”

“Quit talking and get your mouth on me, Hunter. Show me what you got.”

Hunter thankfully doesn’t waste any more time, his mouth finally wrapping around the head of my cock, his free hand jerking me in tandem with his talented mouth. His tongue flicks against the underside of my head on every pass, his fingers massaging my prostate as he goes.

It feels like nothing I ever could have imagined. He doesn’t stop or slow down, setting and keeping a pace that makes me see stars. My orgasm builds and builds until it crashes into me like a wave battering the shore.

“Fuuuuuuck, Hunter. Oh, fuck, that’s it.” I watch as he pulls his mouth up to suction over my head, literally sucking the cum right out of my fucking body. He swallows down every drop, my fingers digging into the side of his head as I hold him to me. It’s so fucking hot. My head swims as the pleasure starts to ebb, Hunter’s fingers slowly pulling from my sensitive body. He stands, washing his hand off quickly before gripping his own dick and stroking. He’s so fucking hard, and I’m not about to let him stand here in front of me and get himself off like he didn’t just blow my fucking mind. Literally.

I push him back against the cool tile, my hands roaming over his broad chest, my lips ghosting over his. He chases my mouth when I pull back slightly. I tsk, shaking my head before dropping to my knees in front of him.

Hunter’s hands comb through my hair, gripping a handful and gently arching my neck back slightly. I go willingly, looking up at him, so fucking in control, but so goddamn desperate for me at the same time. He taps the head of his cock against my lips twice.

“Open.” I do, wanting to taste him. “Tongue out.” I squint at him as the hand in my hair softens, his palm massaging against my scalp, reassuring, affectionate. It’s tender, and my heart beats wildly in my chest in a way that has nothing to do with how erotic this is. When I obey, Hunter slaps his hard cock against it several times before pulling me forward. I close my lips around his head, my eyes wanting to roll to the back of my skull as his precum hits my taste buds. “Now suck it.”

I don’t know what it is, but I can’t let him be the only one in control here. My hands reach for his hips, pushing him hard against the tile, as I suck down the length of his dick until I gag around his shaft. His skin is so fucking smooth against my tongue, precum spilling from his slit and diluting all my senses.

“Oh, fuck, baby boy, look at you. Sucking me down so fucking good. I want to cover you in my cum, Eli, want to see it coat you, claim you, leak from every single one of your holes.”

Even though I just came, had the best orgasm of my life, Hunter’s words work me right back up. My fingers dig into his hips, my entire body rising and falling as I work him over. I’ve never enjoyed giving head so much before, and I don’t want it to end.

“You’re gonna make me blow, Eli. Fuck, your mouth is so goddamn good. Don’t stop sucking, baby, don’t you dare stop.” I couldn’t if he fucking begged me to at this point. I double down on my efforts, taking him all the way to the back of my throat and swallowing several times before sucking hard on the way up. That seems to do the trick. Hunter’s grip in my hair tightens, his legs shaking as his abdomen flexes and contorts. Goddamn, seeing him unravel like this is better than watching him do it to himself. I’m the one making him feel this good. Me.

“You want my cum, or can I coat you with it?” Every fucking cell in my body lights up at his words just as his cock starts to throb, thickening in my mouth. I pull back and stick out my tongue, closing my eyes and bracing for it. “Oh, fuck yes, baby boy.”

Hunter grabs my hand, covering it with his own as he wraps our fingers around his length, jerking his cock until the first spurt of cum lands on my waiting tongue. The rest jets out in ropes, landing on my lips, cheek, and chin. Hunter does exactly what he wanted to do. Coats me. Claims me. Marks me.

And I want every single bit of it.

Chapter 10

Eli

Ijust hooked up with my rival. My stepbrother. My teammate. My roommate. I could give myself a pass for the mutual jerk-off session, but what we did in the locker room shower can’t be reasoned or explained. Even if it was the hottest, most intense moment of my life.

I’m unsteady on my feet, but that has nothing to do with my sore knee, and everything to do with replaying the way Hunter’s hands and mouth felt on me, the way he tasted on my tongue, and the sounds he makes when he comes. We walk together, side by side, back to Grimsley Hall in silence. It’s not awkward or uncomfortable, but the longer it stretches, the deeper into my head I go.

The campus is quieter than I’ve ever seen it, the old stone buildings swallowing the sound around us until all that’s left is the echo of our footsteps on the cobblestone walkway and the blood still rushing between my ears. My sneakers splash against uneven stones, but I barely register it. The damp air chills my bones, even through the Corvus hoodie I threw on after drying off. I shove my hands into the center pocket, my fingers twisting and curling into each other as I remember exactly where they were not fifteen minutes ago. It was so easy to touch him, so easy to be with him and take and accept everything that happened. Which is the problem.

Nothing is easy when it comes to Hunter Crowe. Except for that. He’s the one person I compete against, the one who has spent the last three years toe-to-toe with me in every area, and now, our parents poured gasoline over a rivalry that’s already been burning since freshman orientation. Now, we’re fucking family. Even if we didn’t grow up together, even if we’re already adults, Hunter and I, in every way possible, are stepbrothers. Which makes what we did that much worse.

I look over at him, shoulders back, suave and confident, always so sure and true. My eyes trace over the sharp line of his jaw before forcing myself to look away. We bicker, we fight, we compete; what we absolutely do not do is hook up in the team locker room shower when anyone could have walked in on us.

Except, apparently, we do.

The Gothic arches above us cast long shadows across the courtyard, sunlight reflecting against stained glass windows, the carved gargoyles casting judgment as ivy climbs up the ancient brick. It looks less like a college and more like a monastery where one would go to pray.