Page 20 of Nothing to Lose

“Here.”

“What do you mean here?” I snap, confused. There’s no way he’s letting me win this without a fight. Right?

“I’ve already won. You can have this.”

“What are you talking about?”

Hunter raises an eyebrow, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth in the sexiest expression that has every cell in my body on high alert.

“While you all played Assassin today, I was playing a different one. And I won you. Preferably bent over in that confessional so I can fill your tight ass with my cock.” Oh, fuck.

“Pretty damn confident, are we?”

Hunter tsks, a slow, sly grin spreading across his already smug face. “Baby boy, I know you want to stretch around me, want to feel that burn that blends into such euphoric pleasure that you can’t see straight. All you have to do is take my spoon and say yes.”

He makes everything sound so easy.

“What do you have to lose?”

But when I really think about it, when I weigh never finding this again, or feeling it when I want it so bad, against the team, the captain title, our parents, I know my answer.

“Nothing.”

Chapter 13

Hunter

“Nothing.”

A slow smile rises on my face as that one little word settles in my chest. I want this with him, all of it. And I don’t care how we have to do it, as long as I have him. I’ll give up everything if it means he’s comfortable, happy, and mine. Hell, I’ve already given up so much because I’m in love with him. Because I’ve been in love with him.

“That’s my good boy,” I whisper as I dust my fingertips back and forth over his lips. He sticks out his tongue slightly as I slide two fingers inside, curling around my digits. He sucks as I slowly fuck his mouth with them, twisting and pressing in deep before slowly drawing them out. A growl works its way up my chest, Eli’s eyes getting heavier the more turned on he gets. He’s so fucking sexy. Especially that crimson blush that dusts his cheeks.

Then his mouth is crashing against mine as if he’s just as eager as I am to connect. I move on instinct, my hand threading into his short hair, angling his head to the side so I can devour his mouth. He gives as much as he takes, pushing me back multiple steps, hands clutching my hoodie with tight fists.

The moment my heels meet resistance, I flip us, pushing him against the outside of the old confessional.

My lips brush against his, low, desperate, and primal. “You gonna let me fuck you?”

Eli bites down on my bottom lip and pulls outward until it snaps free. “Are you gonna let me fuck you?” He arches a brow, challenging me. Jesus, why is that so fucking hot? I cock my head to the side and hold his stare hostage while I suck on two of my fingers, getting them nice and wet. His skin is smooth against mine when I slide my hand into the elastic of his pants, slipping my fingers through the crack of his ass and pressing against his tight little hole.

Eli whimpers at the contact, his entire body sagging into me as I stroke against his hole.

“I’ll let you do whatever you want, baby boy, but I know you want that ass filled with my dick, and if I don’t get to feel what it’s like to be inside your body, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”

His hands are desperate, pushing under my hoodie and exploring my abs and chest, his mouth latched onto my throat like a fucking vampire. He alternates between heavy sucks and lapping at the raw skin, his teeth scraping against it. I hope it leaves marks I can admire later.

My fingers itch to enter him, to drive home and fill him deep, but I want to hear him say it. I need to hear him say he wants this. Even if his body is giving me all the right signs, I need those words just as much as I need his body.

“Say it,” I growl.

“Hunter . . .”

“Say you want this. Say you want me.” My fingers dig into his hip, jerking his body flush against mine, while I continue my ministrations, torturing us both by holding off the penetration.

“Hunter . . .”

“This is so fucked up. You know we shouldn’t fuck . . .”