Page 10 of Nothing to Lose

I hold myself above him with my hands caging him in on either side of his head, pressing the hard outline of my cock against his one more time. Eli gasps, and it takes every fiber of my being not to erase the space between us and swallow down each of his noises. Tension thrums between us, my heart beating like a war drum, my core pulsing, every cell in my body in sync with his.

“You like that, baby boy? Want me to make you feel good?” I whisper, loving how he feels below me, how hard his cock is next to mine, how he fights it until the very last second. But what I love more is how he reacts to me. How every breath is labored, how heavy and glassy his eyes are. He just needs to surrender and let me give him what he wants. What we’re both dying for.

Eli’s eyes flutter closed for a moment, his next words strained and breathless. “Fuck off, Hunt.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I thrust my hips again, enough to glide my hard length against his. He stifles a moan, biting his bottom lip with so much force I’d be surprised if he wasn’t bleeding. I love a challenge, and Eli is going to be my biggest one yet. “You feel what you do to me? How you affect me?” I roll my hips, giving him a little more weight, wishing like hell he’d spread his legs for a better angle, but I’ll take whatever he will give me.

I continue to slowly dry hump him, giving him a few more rolls of my hips. I can’t believe this is fucking happening. His hands slowly reach up, barely touching the skin at my sides, his fingers featherlight against me, but it feels more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt before. I shiver at the contact, goosebumps spreading across my skin, creating a path of electricity that sparks over every inch of me.

My eyes dance back and forth between his, trying to read his face when his eyes glance down to my lips. Hell, I want to kiss this man more than anything. I slowly start to lean in to it when his fingers dig into my flesh, pushing me back, his head falling to the side.

I sigh deeply.

“Not ready? That’s okay,” I soothe as I drop all my weight onto him, reaching to the floor and grabbing the laptop. When I’ve got it in my grasp, I say my next words against his ear, my lips brushing against his skin. “Then you can just watch.” I return to the foot of his bed, my back to the wall, and open up the laptop, bringing up one of my favorite porn sites. I quickly find a video that looks good, a couple in a sixty-nine position, mutually taking care of one another. The men are hot as hell, but neither holds a flame to the one next to me, currently frozen where I left him.

“What the fuck are you doing, Hunt?” Eli gasps as he sits farther back against the bed. I prop the laptop up so Eli can see it if he wants to and shrug my shorts down my thighs. My cock springs free, slapping against my abdomen, leaving behind a sticky spot of precum in the short hair there.

“What’s it look like, baby boy? I need to come. If you don’t want to watch, there’s the door, but I won’t tell if you want to stay and join me.” I give him an out, wanting him to know he can leave, but he’s welcome to stay. Then I’m cupping my balls in my hand, giving them a little tug before wrapping my fingers around my aching length. The first stroke sends a shiver down my spine, arousal flooding all my senses. The second and third completely pull me under. I couldn’t stop right now if the president of the college walked in.

The porn plays in front of me, but all my focus is on Eli, the way he felt beneath me, the hard ridges of his cock pressed against mine through the thin fabric of our shorts, the little noises he tried to hide.

I jerk my cock in tandem with the slow thrust of my hips. I’m not in a rush or a hurry, fully enjoying having Eli’s eyes on me while I masturbate. His breathing picks up, and I can see out of my peripheral that he’s gnawing on that bottom lip. He may not even notice that his hand has drifted to his lap, his palm subconsciously rubbing against the hard length. My poor brother is so turned on, and he doesn’t know what to do about it.

Then he surprises the shit out of me, pushing his shorts down to his ankles and kicking them off the side of the bed. I turn my head to face him, letting it fall back against the wall as he spreads his legs open, eyes locked right on my dick as my hand rubs up and down the length.

“Fuuuuck.” The moan spills from my lips as he spits several times in his hand, then grips his big cock and starts to work it from root to tip. He’s girthy, thick and veiny, with an engorged head that looks ready to explode. Fuck, it’s hot. I have a perfect view of everything, the hair trimmed short, his balls sitting tight to his body, the path that leads right to his tight little asshole. He looks better than my imagination conjured up on its own. He’s so fucking hot, so sexy, and I want to devour every fucking delectable inch of him.

He groans as he works his dick over, his abdomen flexing, his thighs twitching and toes curling. “Fuck, look at you,” I growl, tightening my fist around my own length. I’ve never experienced anything hotter than this, and I’m so fucking turned on, I’ll bust any minute.

The porn is long forgotten; the laptop having fallen off the edge of the bed and onto the beanbag chair below it. Eli doesn’t say anything, but his eyes don’t leave my lap, and knowing that he’s getting himself off watching me pleasure myself really fucking does it for me.

“Eli . . .” I moan as I’m hurled closer and closer to my orgasm. Pleasure starts to unfurl, and I slow my strokes, easing up to hold off for as long as possible. “Better than any porn I’ve ever seen. Fuck, stroke that dick, baby boy, make yourself come, show me what you look like when you let go.”

Eli bites down on his bottom lip as his hips start to gyrate, his ass flexing as he moves, chasing his orgasm. I can’t hold off a minute longer. “Fuck, Eli, fuck, you’re making me come,” I moan as the first spurt of pearly white cum erupts from my slit, splashing against my abdomen and fist.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” Eli moans, and I fucking lose it. My orgasm hits hard and long, wave after wave crashing over me and pulling me under. It’s so fucking good. I moan his name, chanting it over and over as the ground seems to quake under us, the lights flickering, the oxygen in the air evaporating, leaving me gasping, desperate, and completely spent.

A moment later, Eli hisses, a deep, sexy moan through his clenched teeth. Then he’s coming. I watch as his legs shake, toes curling, balls drawing up tight, his cock twitching and throbbing as he erupts. His free hand slaps against the wall above him, gripping onto the headboard as he fucks his fist, working himself over, pulling every bit of pleasure from his body.

I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life. When he’s spent, he releases his dick, letting his cum-coated hand fall open. I don’t think, just react, willing to deal with the consequences later if need be.

His hand is warm against mine when I pick it up, meeting him halfway by leaning down. Eli’s eyes shoot open, hazy and heavy-lidded. I don’t take mine away from his as I lick right up the center of his palm with the flat of my tongue, gathering up his spend. It’s a rich, salty tang that bursts on my taste buds, and I’m immediately an addict. Eli doesn’t pull away, just watches with rapt attention, his chest rising and falling in a hard cadence that tells me everything I need to know. I clean up his hand, taking my time to suck each of his fingers clean of the sticky cum, loving his taste and the feel of his skin against mine.

Eli might not be ready to admit it yet, but this just changed everything.

Chapter 8

Hunter

The rest of the week goes by without any acknowledgement of what happened between Eli and me. But I’m a fucking addict, and no matter what I do, I can’t think about anything other than what he looked like as he got himself off next to me, wishing like hell I could still taste him on my tongue. He’s done his best to pretend like nothing happened, but that’s fine. There’s no part of me that’s worried he regrets it. Call it confidence or cockiness, but it’s the last thing on my mind.

I’m a jokester; I like to mess around and have fun in just about every area of my life. Because of that, people tend to get the wrong impression that I can’t take things seriously, or that I’m just a good time guy, but they couldn’t be more wrong. I feel deeply, and I’m thinking constantly. I let my gut guide me in most areas, including on the field, which is why I’m one of the best rugby players Corvus has seen in a long time. But it’s also led me right to Eli, and as sure as I am about how I play on the field, it has nothing on how positive I am about Eli and me being meant for each other. I just need to get him to see it, and this weekend gives me a perfect opportunity.

I stand in the center of the rugby field, checking the roster one last time before holding the clipboard against my chest, pretending like hell I wasn’t just double-checking one specific name, a smirk pulling at the corner of my lips. Eli and I are the ones who planned this whole mandatory team-building weekend, but I took selfish liberty and stacked the teams so he and I ended up on opposite sides for capture the flag. He loves a challenge, so I’m going to give him one.

I know Eli has put a lot of pressure on himself for this season, and this weekend, especially after Coach has decided our team needed this serious intervention if any of us want to continue to play in the spring. As much as I want to make sure he wins, even if that means throwing it for my team, Eli would never forgive me. Eli is strong and strategic, and I know he’ll focus better if he’s playing against me. My decision has absolutely nothing to do with wanting an excuse to chase him across a field without anyone questioning it. Not at all.

Eli stands in front of me in nothing but a pair of shorts and sneakers, his chest and abs looking so fucking good. I’m almost positive he went without a shirt just to torture me.