Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Charles
It’s hard to sneak quietly from the room with a third fucking leg filling out my pants, but I’ll do anything I need to for us to escape unnoticed.
My breath is a ball in my chest, and I keep hold and pull the door slowly, wide enough to duck out into the hall. Zeke slips out after me and pulls it closed.
“What if someone wakes up and sees we’re gone?” The last thing I want to do is give him reasons to back out, but it’s a valid question. No amount of sex is worth Zeke being outed over.
“We went to grab a snack.” He reaches down to rearrange the prominent bulge tenting his pants. “This isn’t going to take long though, so I think we’ll be fine.”
I’m counting on it. As good as his hand felt on my cock, it’s nothing to how it felt when he was fucking me. I need that feeling again.
“Where can we go?”
“My room.”
“But your mattress …” I nod back toward the room we just left.
“We’ll figure something out. Come on.” His big hand wraps around mine, and he drags me down one hall, then the next, until we reach his room. The second the door opens, I’m hit with the smell of chlorine and fresh bodywash; it’s like a drug in how quickly it relaxes me. It’s Zeke. All him.
He locks the door and backs me into it.
“You’re such a tease,” he says.
“Sure. Because I was the one shirtless and sweaty today. Like, shit, were you wearing briefs under your sweats? Because all I could see was the elephant trunk swinging.”
“I was wearing the same thing I am right now.” He gives me a cocky grin. “Maybe you should investigate.”
That’s a game I can get on board with. I drop to my knees, then reach for the waistband of his sweats. Slowly, carefully, I peel them down to reveal … oh.
“Boxers?” I was convinced he was going commando. “Disappointing.”
“Excuse you, sir, but I am a gentleman.”
“You were just jerking me off in a room full of people.”
“Yes. Gently.”
I snort and give the boxers a firm tug, loving the way his cock springs out and slaps back against his abs. “So hot.”
He tilts his hips forward. “How about a little kiss?”
I’d laugh, but I’ve missed his cock so much that arguing seems pointless. I lean forward and close my mouth around the head, giving his slit a fast lick and melting at the taste. One that’s all Zeke.
My eyes fall closed as I take more of him in, savoring the feel of him on my tongue. The heat, the weight, it’s enough to make my blood hum.
He closes his hands over my upper arms before hauling me to my feet.
“I wasn’t lying about this being a fast one.”
“S-sorry.” I shake away the sex haze trying to take me down. “I got distracted.”
“It was a good distraction, but now I need you stripped down and bent over my bathroom counter.”
“We’re doing it in there?”
“We’re going to give it a try.” Zeke leans in for one lingering kiss, and then he jerks back, kicks off his clothes, and heads for his dresser. His long strides show he isn’t messing around, so I hurry to pull off my T-shirt and dump my sleep shorts where I’m standing.
Unlike him, I was going commando, and I’ve never been happier about that in my life. Normally I don’t sleep in anything, but I figured my brothers—and especially his brothers—wouldn’t be a fan of that choice.
Zeke walks in as I bend over, and I watch him in the mirror, admiring his lean muscle and patchwork of tats. He pauses, eyes roaming down my back to my ass before his gray eyes flick up to meet mine in the mirror. “I can’t believe you were hiding all of this from me in the dark.”
“Do I need to remind you who came up with Hush Hush?”
He chuckles, giving himself a long, firm pump. “Fair. But fuck, I didn’t know what I was missing.”
And neither did I. His tall swimmer’s build makes my mouth water.
I expect Zeke to get straight to it, but like every other time we’ve been together, he doesn’t act like he’s in a rush.
He drops the supplies on the counter beside me and steps in close to press his body against mine.
His cock slips between my legs, nudging my balls, as his hands slide from my stomach up to my chest.
“I love you like this,” he says, voice a deep rumble. “Naked and waiting.” Zeke’s fingers brush my nipple, and I squirm.
“I thought we had to hurry.”
“Maybe I’ve changed my mind.”
I let out a soft laugh and lean my head into his. “That’s because you’ve switched to your other brain. New rule: no decision-making when you’re horny.”
He buries his nose behind my ear. “But rushing things goes against every instinct I have.”
Well, that explains why he was always so unhurried in Hush Hush, even when it was supposed to be all impersonal fucking. “A quickie can be just as hot.”
“Yeah, but it’s not about the heat. It’s …” He inhales deeply through his nose. “Touching you makes me high. You feel amazing. The way you respond. The way you don’t hold back anything.”
I shiver, and he chuckles.
“Just like that.”
His fingers keep exploring in featherlight touches, and his lips brush my skin as they make a slow path back to my shoulder. I know what he means about high. He’s touching me the way he looks at me sometimes … like I’m important. Like I deserve to be treated gently. It makes my chest feel too big.
“Keep exploring,” I whisper. “I’ll take care of everything.”
He gives a curious grunt, but I don’t answer, just snap the lube open and pour a generous amount on my fingers. His pubes brush my knuckles as I reach between us, sliding my fingers down to the place I’m begging to be touched.
“You’re going to prep yourself?”
“Whatever it takes to get you inside me.”
“I want to see.” He makes no move to release me though.
I smile at him in the mirror as I work myself open. “You’ll have to detach yourself from me to do that.”
“Don’t wanna. Tell me instead.”
“Tell you?”
“Talk me through what you’re doing.”
“U-umm …” My hand stalls.
For some reason, it brings out Zeke’s filthy smile. “Tell me all the nasty things you’re doing to yourself. Give me the details.”
“I’m not very good at that.”
His hips lazily glide his cock between my legs. “Try. For me?”
Anything for him. I’m starting to worry about how far that sentiment goes.
“I-I’m pressing against my … my ass?”
“What part of your ass?” His amusement is clear in his words.
“If you’re going to find this funny, I’ll stop.”
“Trust me, there isn’t a single funny thing about this.”
“You’re laughing.”
“I’m smiling. Because of you. And how adorable you are stuttering over your words and blushing like crazy.”
I scowl. Fuck that. I’m not adorable. “I’m rubbing my hole,” I grit out. “Trying to make it, umm, softer. Ready. Before I push in.”
A soft rumble, another lazy roll of his hips. “Are you ready?”
“I think so.”
“Then do it.”
“Okay, slowly …” I press my finger in at the same time Zeke lightly pinches my nipple. A zip of pleasure shoots to my balls, and I cut off a gasp as it tries to sneak free. “Mean,” I pant.
“Are you in?”
“Yeah.” I press forward more. “One finger, about halfway.”
“And how does it feel?”
“Tight. Hot. Kinda like a soft massage against my finger as I’m being sucked in.”
“Fuck … I remember. You’ve got such a greedy ass.”
My cock twitches at his words, and my finger slides all the way in.
There’s a slight sting, but nothing I can’t breathe through.
I’ve been practicing enough with it this week that I’m no stranger to the feeling.
I swear, ever since Zeke fucked me, I’ve become addicted.
An orgasm without my prostate involved doesn’t have the same intensity to it.
My fingers work, but there’s something lacking there, and I’m praying that I haven’t built up Zeke inside me into more than it was.
Because I’m dying to get that again. To reach that place of fullness where the rest of the world doesn’t exist.
His hand drops to wrap around my cock, and I suck in a sharp breath. Him jerking me off feels a million times better than anything I can do myself, so there’s no way my brain is exaggerating what happened between us. My ass clenches as I remember how stretched and owned I felt.
“Gonna add another finger,” I tell him before following through. Another sting, another moment to adjust.
“How does it feel?” he asks again.
“Good. But nowhere near as good as your cock.”
He growls, and then his hand presses into the middle of my shoulders, pushing me facedown into the counter.
I work my fingers in and out slowly, loving the way Zeke’s breathing becomes unsteady.
His stare almost feels like a physical thing, and being so exposed is sending my dick to aching as goose bumps race over my skin.
“N-need to add another one …”
“Let me.” Zeke makes fast work of the lube before his finger joins mine. He’s gentle, hesitant, but once he slips inside, he pushes forward on a long, smooth stroke.
“Damn, Charlie …”
My insides vibrate at the name. I squeeze my ass around our digits, and Zeke’s hips jerk back. He squeezes his balls with his free hand as I muffle my laugh in my arm.
“Shut up,” he says, slowly fucking me with his finger. “You have no idea how good you feel.”
“Argh. Okay. I’m ready.” I withdraw, taking him with me, and my ass twitches at the sudden vacancy. I’m so annoyingly empty, and Zeke is moving way too slowly.
“Come on,” I complain, rubbing my needy cock.
“You’re very demanding.”
“Because you’re driving me insane.”
He finishes rolling on the condom and steps forward, making no move to enter me.
“Dammit, I’m serious.” But I don’t sound serious. I sound delirious.
“Let me take my time.”
“You’ve taken your time. Your time is done. Now give me what I need.”
“And what do you need?” That damn teasing tone is back.
“I need you to fuck me. Desperately.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I honestly think I might die.” My voice cracks, and Zeke leans down to bury his face in my neck.
I can’t stand it. Can’t hold out any longer. I’m still rubbing my dick, but instead of getting closer to the edge, I’m only getting more frustrated. My ass needs something to clamp down on. Something to hold on to. Something to stretch and fill me in the way I crave.