Page 7 of Nothing to Lose

Eli reaches for the door, but then leans back, arching a brow. “You do know that’s an old wives’ tale, right? The cold, wet air can’t actually give you a virus. It can just weaken your immune system, making it easier for you to catch a virus.”

“Hmm. I did not know that,” I lie. “Well, someone’s been paying attention in school.”

“Apparently not you,” he quips back, making me smile.

Together we climb the stairs to our floor, my eyes on his knee the entire damn way. This was the last thing he needed to be doing tonight. Fucking Coach and the meeting that could have been a damn email. He doesn’t whine, or wince, or slow down, but I know he’s favoring his left side, and it has to be irritating him.

Eli unlocks our room and steps in, his arms crossing in front of his body and yanking the soaked T-shirt up over his head, dropping it to the floor with a wet slap. As he walks toward his dresser, he toes off his shoes and socks, then drops his sweatpants, leaving him in nothing but the ACE bandage I wrapped earlier. My mouth goes slack, my heart jumping up into my throat, making it hard to swallow. The lights in our room flicker, the wind outside the window starting to howl and groan, matching the storm brewing inside me.

I’ve seen Eli naked before; there’s no hiding anything when we’re all in the locker rooms together. But I’ve never seen him like this, with us alone, in our own room, for fuck’s sake. My eyes travel down the tight muscles of his back. He’s broader at the top, his lats and traps heavily defined and strong, tapering off to a tight, snatched waist, creating a perfect fucking V. The bottom of his spine dips in slightly before his round, perky ass juts outward. I stay focused on that, the round globes that look made for my hands, as he walks farther and farther away from me.

My tongue is practically hanging out of my mouth at this point, and when he bends at the waist to pull on his boxer briefs, his ass spreading just slightly, I nearly crumble to the fucking floor and crawl across it to beg at his feet. What I wouldn’t give to bend him over the bed right now and taste him. I want to bring him right to the precipice and pull back, edging him until he’s begging me to let him come.

My cock throbs, and I mindlessly rub the palm of my hand over the length. I watch him get dressed, my eyes tracing over every line and curve. I want to memorize them with my tongue.

Once Eli is dressed, his perfect, sculpted body covered by too many layers, he turns, catching me watching him in awe, reverence, and arousal. His face reddens further, that shade I’m so fucking obsessed with seeing.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer, perv.”

“Little brother, you give me permission, and I’ll take photos of you like that any time you want.”

Eli never knows what to do with my comments, so he usually blushes and then tells me to fuck off. But this time, he doesn’t. He shifts on his feet, taking most of the weight off his right leg.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asks. It’s meant to have bite, but his voice comes out strained, like he’s fighting to hold it together.

“You have no idea how much.”

“Too bad for you, then.” He says the words, but I see his wheels turning and pocket the information for later. I’d fucking love nothing more than to take photos of him, naked, spread out in front of me like an offering.

“Mmm. We’ll see about that.”

“Whatever. You going to stay in your wet clothes or just stand there and watch me all night?”

I’m half tempted to do just that. But my cock is aching like a motherfucker, and if I don’t get off soon, I’m going to spontaneously erupt. Eli flops down on his bed, tucking his arm under his head. I’m at the front of the room, and I know he’s got a clear view of me if he looks up from his phone, so I decide to tease him just like he did me. Even if he has no idea just how badly he was affecting me.

I peel my wet sweats off my body, dropping them to the floor to deal with later, followed by my sweatshirt. My fingers dip into the waistband of my boxers, and instead of turning around, I push them down, kicking them off and standing tall, letting my hard cock bob free and slap against my abdomen. I can feel the heat of Eli’s stare, and goosebumps that have nothing to do with the chill in the air break out across my skin.

Instead of meeting his eyes, I turn and walk to the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar as I turn the shower on, letting the room fill with steam. The hot water is scorching against my cold skin, but I barely register it, instead, bracing my palm against the tile wall and gripping my hard cock with the other. I stroke it hard and fast, the image of Eli’s mouth wrapped around me playing behind my eyes. I can picture him so easily, on his knees, looking up at me with tear-stricken eyes as he swallows down my big dick.

“Fuck, Eli, fuck, don’t stop.” The words spill from my lips as I thrust into my hand, pleasure spreading outward like an electrical current, a shiver running up my spine, my balls drawing up close. It’s so fucking good. It only takes a few more strokes before I’m falling, ropes of cum splashing against the shower floor as I give in to the sensation. It takes completely over, my head swimming, my heart pounding, hips stuttering. “Eli . . .”

I’ve wanted a lot of things in my life, but my stepbrother has been a permanent fixture at the top of that list for long enough. I’m already his, it’s time to make him mine.

Chapter 6

Eli

I’m awake before my alarm, so I turn it off, restless, and so fucking horny it hurts. I didn’t sleep for shit last night, my mind playing the sounds of Hunter jerking off in the shower, the low but unmistakable sound of his hand pumping over wet, soapy flesh. I know he said my name, more than once, and the thought of him actually getting off to me messed with my head all night.

Hunter makes a lot of jokes, that’s what he does, and I know he gets enjoyment out of seeing me squirm, but it’s an entirely other thing to be jerking your dick off with me right on the other side of the wall. My mind has been conjuring up that visual all fucking night, and I’m so deliriously exhausted and worked up that I can’t even dissect any of that right now.

I just need a clear head before I start the day, and the only way I’m going to get that is if I fucking come.

My hand slips down my chest, dipping into the elastic of my boxer briefs. I’m met with warm stickiness, and I can’t believe how much my dick is already leaking. I bend my knees under the blanket, spreading my legs slightly to give myself better access. My fingers curl around my length, stroking slowly from root to tip, squeezing around my head on each pass. Sensations spread outward, my legs trembling. I’m so fucking turned on, it’s not going to take much to get me there.

I swipe at the precum, dipping my hand lower, past my sack to rub against my taint, teasing myself, before going all the way and stroking my wet finger across the tight rim of my ass.

My cock throbs, jerking against my abdomen. I’m so fucking desperate to come, and when I press against my hole, a low, needy moan escapes my lips. I freeze, listening, the room so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I’m frozen for a moment, hoping like hell he didn’t hear me.