Page 4 of No Going Back

The plea goes straight to my cock, and I’m pounding so hard now I can barely breathe.

“You want me to touch your dick?” I ask, voice rough and low, I promised I wouldn’t, and even now I need to hear him say it.

Cole lifts his head just enough. “Yeah… just… fucking do it already.”

I reach around instantly, wrapping my fingers around his leaking cock… hard and thick, pulsing in my grip… and start stroking fast and brutal, matching the rhythm of my hips.

Cole’s whole body jolts. “Oh shit… oh fucking hell, Remy… fuck… I’m gonna come… oh my god, I’m gonna come so much!”

I bite my lip to keep from laughing at how completely undone he sounds, grinning like an idiot. “Fuck… come for me, Cole… I can’t… I can’t hold it much longer!”

His hole clamps down hard around me, a vise that steals my breath, and his body starts shuddering violently. He moans loud and broken as he comes, spilling hot over my fist and the sheets beneath him.

I let go of his cock and grip his hips again, pounding three more times, deep and desperate, before I slow and bury myself to the root. Pleasure rips through me like nothing I’ve ever felt, and the loudest groan tears raw from my throat as I come harder than I have in a long damn time.

“Shit… oh my god… fuck… fuck yes… oh god, that feels so much better.”

Cole slumps forward onto the bed, chest heaving, completely spent. “Well shit…” he mutters into the mattress.

I laugh, shaky and lightheaded, and carefully grip the base of my cock to guide myself out. The slow drag is almost too much, overstimulating, every nerve screaming, and I hiss through my teeth. Once I’m free I tug my boxers and jeans back up, covering myself, then stand on unsteady legs.

“You good, man?” I ask, voice still rough.

Cole doesn’t lift his head, just gives a weak “Uh-huh… yep…”

I laugh again and playfully kick his calf. “Come on, let’s grab lunch and then it’s afternoon practice.”

He lifts one hand in a lazy thumbs-up. “Give me a few minutes.”

“Yeah, sure.” I grin. “Don’t forget to grab your kit.”

“Mhmm,” he mumbles.

I leave him there, pulling the door mostly shut behind me to give him some privacy. Goddamn, I feel lighter than I have all month, like I could run through a brick wall and come out smiling. I zip up my jeans, fasten the button, and head into my own room to grab my sports duffel; always packed clean and ready. I sling it over my shoulder, drop it by the main door, then kneel to yank my sneakers back on and tie the laces tight.

2

Cole

I stay exactly where Remy left me, half-flopped over the edge of my bed, chest pressed into the rumpled comforter, arms dangling limp on either side. My knees ache a little against the rough dorm carpet, but I can’t find the energy to move yet. The room feels too quiet after all the noise we just made. My breathing is slowing, but my heart is still hammering like I sprinted suicides in practice.

My brain is absolute mush. Did I really just come from that? A shaky laugh slips out of me, muffled into the sheets, because yeah… I did. And the worst part? I’m ashamed that I kind of enjoyed it. No, scrap that, I didn’t kind of enjoy it… I enjoyed it, full stop. I figured it would hurt the whole time, that I’d just grit my teeth and let him get it over with, because he was desperate, and I’m an idiot who can’t say no to my best friend. But after those first careful minutes, once he found that spot deep inside and kept hitting it, fuck. It felt good, really good. Like sparks shooting up my spine, pressure building in a way I’ve never felt before, until I was pushing back against him without even meaning to.

I groan and press my forehead harder into the mattress. We are never doing that again. Ever. I don’t care how horny he gets; I don’t care how much he begs or bribes me with groceries and pizza. That was a one-time, insane, never-to-be-repeated favour.

So why the hell did I let him in the first place? The answer sits heavy in my chest. Remy’s done more for me than anyone else ever has. He sat with me in that hospital waiting room when I was fifteen and the world ended. He dragged me to practice when I didn’t want to get out of bed. He’s been my constant, through everything, and if he needed something this bad, something I could give without it costing me anything real… I don’t know; it felt like the least I could do. Like balancing some invisible scale.

I just hope it doesn’t get awkward now. Although Remy didn’t seem awkward at all when he walked out… laughing, kicking my leg like we’d just finished a video game session, and telling me to grab my kit for practice. He sounded lighter and happier, like a weight had literally lifted off him. And honestly? Hearing that in his voice made the whole thing feel a little less insane.

My phone starts buzzing on the bedside table, loud and insistent, and I sigh into the comforter. Right now? Really? I push myself up on shaky legs, the muscles in my thighs trembling like I just finished a brutal leg day. As I straighten, something warm and slick trickles down the back of my thigh. I wince, lips twisting in disgust. That’s Remy’s come, isn’t it? Fucking hell. The feeling makes my stomach flip, and I try to ignore it as I shuffle over to grab the phone before it goes to voicemail.

The screen says Aunt Val. I can’t not answer her… she’s my mom’s sister, the only real family I have left. We’ve gotten close since my parents died; she doesn’t have kids of her own, and she’s always checking in like she’s trying to fill the gap.

I swipe to answer, forcing a small smile into my voice even though she can’t see it. “Hey, Aunt Val.”

“Hey, kiddo,” she says, bright and light, sounding more like twenty than her actual thirty-seven. She’s always been the free-spirited one. “So… uh…” She trails off, and I can picture her fidgeting.

I walk to my drawers; phone pressed between my ear and shoulder. “What’s up?”