Chapter 14
NATHAN
I’m afraid to admit how much I like this. Having him pliant under me, his eyes glassy with lust when he looks at me, and his cock hard evidence of his arousal.
It’s the reason I find myself back at Eli’s door the next night. He kept his distance from me today, but I have a feeling it’s more to the fact that he can’t stop blushing when he looks at me.
Did he agonize over the kiss all day like I had? Is he just as impatient as I am for the rest of the family to fall asleep, so that I can sneak into his room again?
The door opening instantly at my soft knock tells me he’s feeling the same as me. He doesn’t ask me what I’m doing here tonight. He silently shifts to the side and lets me in.
“Are you expecting something tonight?” I ask with a smirk when I notice him locking the door behind him.
The tips of his ears burn, but he’s silent and refuses to meet my eyes, nibbling and sucking on his bottom lip.
I grab his chin and force him to look at me. “Well?” I prompt. Eli narrows his eyes at me, defiance clear in them. “Would it kill you to admit you want this too?”
“It might,” he answers, and that makes me laugh. He’s so damn stubborn.
I wonder if that’s another symptom of being the youngest child. He’s never needed to voice what he wants because it’s already been decided for him. All he needs to do is accept it.
I don’t mind going with the flow for now, so I pinch his chin and kiss him. Warmth blossoms in my chest when he accepts it greedily.
We’re shuffling our bodies back to his bed, lips staying locked together the entire time.
“I can’t get enough of kissing you,” I tell him, and push him to lie back on the bed.
He makes a humming sound, and I know that’s the closest admission I’m going to get from him. I don’t call him out on it and continue kissing him instead.
Eli follows my lead and takes everything I give him. The needy sounds he’s making have my cock aching with lust.
I don’t know how many people he’s kissed before, and I honestly don’t want to think about it—especially not now—but I can’t chase the thought away.
How many people have witnessed Eli like this? How many people know just how fucking sexy he is?
The jealousy comes out of nowhere, and I’m not sure what to do about it. Thinking about it will drive me nuts, so I channel my energy into kissing Eli and savoring those sweet lips.
It’s when his breathing is uneven that he starts grinding up on me and pressing his erection against my stomach. The idea of him using me for friction and his own pleasure drives me wild with lust.
“More,” he murmurs against my lips. His eyes are squeezed shut so tightly that I don’t even think he’s aware of whispering the demand.
“I’ll give you whatever you want,” I tell him in reply. My hands slide under his shirt to feel his soft skin. He shivers with each gentle swipe of my fingers.
Are all men this sensitive, or is it just him? Because it’s a huge fucking turn-on. I want to see more of him, of his reactions to my touch.
I’m pulling off his PJ shirt—tonight’s has a giant reindeer head printed on the front—and revealing more of that glorious skin of his.
Eli watches me, eyes half-lidded and lazy. His brown eyes are molten lava on me. His gaze leaves a trail of heat as it travels down from my eyes to my lips. I growl when he fucking licks his own, as if to tempt me.
“Don’t tease me,” I say throatily. My throat’s all dried up from his heat. “I’m already doing my best to hold back.”
“And why do you need to do that? I didn’t see you holding back at your uncle’s place,” he replies. There’s sassiness in his tone and a challenge in his eyes. “What? You scared now?”
“Are you ever going to stop being a brat?” I ask, though I’m not really seeking a reply. I already know the answer to that, and Eli only confirms it with a teasing smile.
I peck his lips just to get a taste. “I don’t know how they taste so sweet, yet are always spouting the most infuriating things.”
“It’s a talent, I know,” he breathes between my lips. I can hear the mirth in his voice.
“I guess that just means I have to find a way to keep your lips occupied.”
“I dunno,” he says between my kisses. “I’m pretty good at multitasking. It’s one of the benefits of having an overactive brain.”
“You saying you’re thinking about something else right at this moment?” I emphasize my displeasure by using more pressure to nibble on his bottom lip.
“It’s not my fault things are going too slowly,” is all he replies.
“Is that so? I didn’t know I was being timed. If you’d told me earlier, I could have skipped the pleasantries.”
I rip his pants off. He’s wearing another pair of sexy black briefs, and I’m drooling at the way they hug his slim waist. It surprises even me how aroused I am at seeing the bulge between his legs.
I never thought I’d see the day when dick does it for me, but here I am, lusting after my stepbrother’s cock.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask, palming his erection. Eli makes a tiny whimpering sound that would have brought me to my knees if I weren’t already on them.
“Getting closer to it,” Eli mumbles.
I’m tempted to tease him until he finally admits he wants me to jerk him off like I did when we were stranded at my uncle’s cabin. I’d get him all worked up until he’s begging for my touch.
But knowing how stubborn he is, that would take all night, and we don’t have a lot of time. Not when the rest of the family is just down the hall…and I’m too desperate to feel his erection again.
Why I wanted to hold another man’s dick is something else I’ve firmly decided not to think about. All I know is the image of Eli coming on my hand has been burned into my mind these past few days, and I’ve been dying for a repeat.
“You have such a pretty dick. Have any of your previous partners told you that?” I say when I get him fully naked. He stiffens and nibbles his bottom lip, which I guess is understandable. No guy wants to hear their privates being described as pretty.
“How did they stroke you?” I ask and give him a slide of my palm. More jealousy wells up at some other guy making Eli look like this, but I can’t stop myself.
He hisses at the touch but doesn’t answer.
“Were they gentle or rough? Did they give it to you fast or slow?”
He squeezes his eyes shut. I can’t have that. I need him looking at me and not potentially thinking about all his past partners.
“Look at me,” I demand and give his base a firm squeeze before quickly letting go.
Eli’s moan is cut off by my suddenly releasing him. His hips wiggle in a desperate attempt to find my hand again, but I press them down until his brown eyes are locked on mine.
“I don’t want you thinking about anyone else but me right now,” I say. There’s a hint of begging in my tone that makes Eli smile.
He reaches down to grab my hand with both of his. “The only thing I’m thinking about is these large hands on me.” The words wash away all the insecurities.
“You saying you like my hands?”
“They’re all right,” he says nonchalantly.
“Brat,” I say with a chuckle. “But I’ll give you what you want ’cuz you’re cute.”
Eli makes another hissing sound when my hand slides down his soft stomach.
“I’m not cute,” he mutters.
I laugh again. “Fine. Handsome, beautiful, captivating. Are those any better?”
“They’ll do for now.”
Heat blooms on his face, but I can’t tell whether it’s from my words or my hand stroking him. Either way, my compliments ring true.
He is captivating. I’m soaking in all his micro-expressions, from the way his long eyelashes flutter across his cheeks every time his eyes roll to the back of his head or how his brows knit when he nibbles on his bottom lip. I can’t get enough of looking at him.
I wish I could be this close to him even during the day. I don’t want to be across the room from him come morning.
“Don’t avoid me tomorrow when the family’s around,” I tell him. He’s making breathy noises at each of my firm strokes, but his eyes pop open to glare at me at my words.
“Do you have to talk about them right at this moment?”
“Tell me you won’t avoid me first,” I insist.
Eli makes that pouty face he does when he doesn’t get his way. I refuse to back down. “I promise to make you feel really good if you do,” I say and rub my thumb over his slit.
He sucks in air, and his eyes squeeze shut again.
“You like that?” I say and do the action again. He squirms beneath me, his hips rocking and thrusting into the air. “I’ll make you feel even better.”
“Fine,” he grits out, his voice breathy. “I won’t avoid you tomorrow.”
I smile and reward him with another swipe of my thumb. Then I’m releasing him again. Eli looks like he wants to complain, but before he can, I’m leaving over and taking him down my throat.
I never thought I’d one day be sucking on a dick, but I’m running on instinct and my desire to make Eli feel good. He groans much too loudly when he’s enveloped in the heat of my mouth.
I pull off just long enough to tell him he needs to stay quiet before he wakes the others, then my mouth is on him again.
I’ve only been on the receiving end of a blow job, so I honestly have no idea what I’m doing. I swipe my tongue over his slit, since I know he likes having his head played with.
My courage rises when I feel him trembling beneath me. It’s just like him to be moving constantly, even when receiving a blow job.
I take him deep, and his hips thrust up to shove his cock deeper down my throat. He’s by no means small, and I’m inexperienced, but I try my best to take him.
Something warm slides down my throat, and I freeze. I’d been so caught up in the moment of giving a blow job that it meant I hadn’t thought about how I’d feel having to taste his precum.
Now, the idea doesn’t turn me off. Knowing that it’s Eli’s precum and that I’m the one making him feel good enough to leak spurs me on. I’m lapping up all his pleasure.
Eli’s moans are muffled, and when I glance up, I find he’s covering his mouth with both his hands, attempting to keep quiet. He’s watching me, eyes burning with lust and begging me to give him more.
So I do.
I take him as deep as I can, until I’m choking on his cock. My throat constricts, and Eli can’t hold back the loud moan that echoes in the room. We just have to hope nobody is awake to hear it.
“I-I’m gonna come,” Eli whimpers. He tugs at my hair, probably trying to get me to pull off him, but I don’t. Like hell am I going to stop right before the finish line and not get my reward.
I suck harder, using my hands to play with his balls, and then he’s coming down my throat with a muffled scream. His hips are thrusting so hard that my nose is in his pubes.
It’s hard to breathe, but I ignore my physical needs and focus on his. I keep sucking and licking him until he stops trembling. The only sounds in the room are his shaky breaths and the wet sounds coming from licking him clean.
I’m so fucking turned on, my dick is throbbing in my PJ pants, begging to be let out, which is exactly what I do.
Eli’s eyes widen when he sees my erection. They shockingly widen even more when I let his cum slip from my mouth into my hand.
“What are you doing?”
He whispers the question, his gaze flicking from my eyes to my hands, like he doesn’t know where to look. Instead of answering him, I show him.
I wrap my hand around my throbbing cock and use his cum to slick the way. I’m so far gone, I know a few strokes are all I need.
Eli’s staring and still unsure where to look.
“Look at me,” I tell him in a rough voice. Our eyes meet, and it’s all I need to shoot my load all over his stomach.
Seeing Eli lying under me painted in my cum? It has to be the best sight in the world.