Page 28 of Nothing to Lose

“What do you want from me, Hunter?”

“Oh, baby, everything and nothing at all,” I tell him honestly. Eli snorts.

“Make that make sense.”

I slide my hand to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. “I want everything with you, Eli. Your friendship, your loyalty, your laughs, your tears, I want late nights and early mornings, I want road trips, and a life with you next to me. But I don’t have any expectations of you. I just want the privilege of being in your orbit while you exist.” Then, without waiting for his response, I pull him into me, my lips dusting back and forth over his, my tongue slipping out to run against the seam. His hands rest on my waist as if he’s steadying himself, bracing himself for what’s to come. His pretty hazel eyes flutter closed as my lips press against his. Then he’s pulling me closer, our bodies completely flush. This kiss is different. It’s not the desperate clash of lips, tongues, and teeth. It’s not even exploratory or heated. It’s the kind that is so deeply passionate that it feels like a fusing of two people—two hearts, or souls—rewiring your chemistry, changing you at a molecular level. If I thought kissing Eli was intense before, it has nothing on this. It’s all-consuming.

We stand there until the water runs cold and our bodies start to chill, holding each other impossibly close, kissing and connecting in a way we never have. I knew it before, but I’m even more certain now.

I’m in love with Eli Myers.

Chapter 17

Eli

Iwake up with the morning light streaming in through the curtains that never got closed last night, Hunter’s big body wrapped tightly around mine. Even in his sleep, he’s trying desperately not to let me go, like his subconscious is terrified of waking up and finding me not here. My back aches from both of us sleeping in the twin-size bed, but the idea of moving never came into my head. Ever since that first night falling asleep in his arms, I’ve never slept better. A realization I should probably dissect, accept, and hold onto.

Yesterday plays through my head as I start to become more coherent. Fright Night, the alcohol, Hunter showing up to take me home, the shower, his confessions. I didn’t ask for any of this, didn’t ask for Hunter to swoop into my life and flip it completely upside down. In fact, I would’ve preferred none of this happen at all. Except, now I know what it feels like; now I know for certain what’s waiting for me on the other side, and I can’t go back to how it was before that.

Hunter is the only person in the entire world who isn’t asking me to be someone else, and that makes me want to stop pretending. Which is fucking terrifying. I’m scared of everything I could lose if I choose myself for the first time in my life. Scared of losing teammates, of no longer being a top prospect for the captain title next year, scared of disappointing people who’ve built up an idea of me that never included this part. And I’m scared of how our family, coaches, fans, and the people I’ve spent years around will decide that my truth outweighs everything else I’ve accomplished. Because isn’t that just how it goes sometimes?

So, I have to choose between living the life everyone else has chosen for me, staying hidden and continuing to lose myself, lose the chance of having something real with Hunter, or choose the life where I can finally be myself unapologetically.

Courage doesn’t mean the absence of fear, it just means we’re willing to look past it and jump into the unknown anyway. At least I have someone on the other side who I know will be there to catch me.

So, I choose to forget the outside world, and I roll over onto my side to find Hunter still sleeping and get an idea. We both fell into his bed after our shower completely naked, which makes what I’m about to do to him that much easier because I won’t have to deal with removing any clothes.

I kiss his neck gently and whisper in his ear, “Good morning, sunshine. Can I suck you? I know you’re tired, so you can keep sleeping if you want to.”

Groggily, Hunter mutters, “Is it my birthday? Go ahead, have your way with me, baby boy.”

Carefully, I slide down his body until I’m face-to-face with his cock. It’s resting heavy against his leg, and I lift it up, wrapping my lips around his soft length. I have to stifle my moan as the weight of him slowly starts to expand as I suckle. There’s a calmness that washes over me through the action that I didn’t expect; it mixes with the arousal and erotic act of playing with him while he’s still half asleep, melding together into something so fucking delicious, I may have just unlocked a new kink I didn’t know I had.

Once he’s hard, I lift off, moving farther down, licking over the seam of his sack, shuffling between his legs. I carefully spread him open, licking everywhere I can get access, his taint, gently sucking his balls into my mouth, lapping my way back up until his swollen cock slides right between my lips. I explore him with new vigor, loving his taste, loving that he’s not fighting me for dominance right now, even though I live for it. This is different, and it’s fucking hitting all the right spots for me.

When his cock bucks against my tongue, I can’t help but moan, the vibrations spreading through his length. Strong hands slide into my hair as Hunter starts to wake up, his hips bucking into my mouth as he languidly starts to fuck my face. His eyes are still closed, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. I slide down his length, sucking hard on the way up before popping off completely. Hunter doesn’t look down, just lets his hands drop onto the bed. There’s something so fucking hot about him staying partially asleep, and my hard dick throbs against the mattress below me. Gripping Hunter’s thighs, I push them outward and up, giving me access to his tight asshole.

My first lick is tentative, waiting to see if he’ll stop me. When he doesn’t, I lap at him, alternating between swirling my tongue around his hole and licking repeatedly with the flat of my tongue. His head moves side to side, his hands curled into the sheets. I eat him like I’m starving, like he’s my only source of sustenance. I start to rut into the bed, dragging my hard dick back and forth across the soft sheets below me. I’m so turned on it hurts. I want to come just as badly as I want to make him.

When I’ve got him good and soaked, I suck on my middle finger, coating it in spit before touching that tight rim with the tip. I press my finger in to the second knuckle and hook it slightly, easily finding that sweet little pad inside him that does exactly what I wanted it to do.

That wakes him up. Hunter moans, low and deep, more animalistic than human, and it only drives me closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck, baby, that feels so fucking good.” His voice is so sexy when it’s groggy first thing in the morning. “Get your mouth back on my cock. Please.”

I give him exactly what he’s begging for, and eagerly. My hips grind against the bed as I suck him down, my tongue swirling around his thick head, flicking the underside as I pass over it. I continue to stroke his prostate, keeping gentle pressure right on the spot that has his knees shaking. It only takes a few more passes before he erupts, his sweet, musky taste exploding on my tongue.

“Goddamn, baby, I’m coming . . . ah fuck.”

I swallow him down, sucking him through every bit of pleasure. He moans, chanting my name like a mantra. I’m so fucking turned on, I could come just from dry humping the bed. As soon as I’ve rung the last drop out of Hunter, I sit up, my hand grasping my cock at the same time Hunter bats it away, gripping my hips and yanking. I go willingly, climbing up his body as he positions me where he wants me. The image he painted weeks ago flashes through my mind. An image I’ve jerked off to more than once since he said it. Now here I am, about to sit on his face.

“Give me that ass. I need to taste you.”

“Fuck, Hunter.” I barely have time to get the words out before he’s spreading open my cheeks, his tongue delving between them to eat my ass. His warm tongue licks and swirls before pressing inward. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he moans, fingers digging deep into my flesh as he shakes his head back and forth. It’s so fucking good. Sensations run up and down my spine, my head spinning, my body desperate to be hurled into that fall.

Hunter pulls back, pushing me down slightly. “Fuck my face, baby boy, let me swallow down that cum.” Fuck yes.

“Open wide for me, don’t spill a fucking drop.” With my legs on either side of his head, I lean forward and grip the headboard, feeding my hard cock into his waiting mouth. Hunter hollows out his cheeks as I thrust, his hands on my hips urging me to take it however I need. His eyes burn into my face, but I can’t look away from the way his lips look wrapped around my length.

“Jesus Christ, Hunter, your mouth is so goddamn good. You’re sucking the cum right out of me.” And fuck, he really is. My balls draw up tight, my impending orgasm teetering right on the edge. My thrusts are frantic, sliding in and out of his warm, wet mouth. “Fuck, get ready for it. Hunter. Hunter! Fuck! Yeah!” I moan unintelligibly as I come, my hips stuttering as a shiver runs up my entire spine. Rope after rope of cum spurts from my dick, overflowing his mouth and leaking from the sides. He takes every bit of it, fingers digging hard into my hips, the suction around my cock increasing as he pulls every single drop from my body, draining me completely.