Chapter 18
Use Me
My body naturally wakes me before the sun comes up. You’d think I drank an entire handle of liquor before bed with the splitting headache I have. I’m completely naked, not bothering to have even put on a pair of briefs before I passed out.
With one eye open, my room is dark and empty, only a sliver of blue light streaming in from my window. Instinctively, I reach beside me, only to be met with cold sheets.
My heart sinks the minute Brooks enters my head. Since we’ve been roommates on the road, I’ve gotten used to his warmth on my skin, his breath on my neck, his lips . . . all over me first thing in the morning.
But I fucked that all to hell last night when I all but kicked him out of my house because I couldn’t get a handle on my shit.
Rolling onto my back, I look up at the ceiling and rub a fist over my chest where it aches from how I treated him. Shifting my gaze to the side table, I see the soup he brought me last night, cold and untouched.
“Fuck,” I mutter, tossing the blanket off me before throwing on only a pair of clean briefs and athletic shorts.
I need to run this off and think of how I’m going to apologize to him. In the clear light of day, I realize I was too harsh.
From an early age, I’ve had to look out for myself.
I poured myself cereal every morning, regardless of the breakfast spread our home chef made every day.
I got myself to baseball practice an hour before everyone else to put in extra work and escape from the loneliness of a big, empty house.
My parents would pawn me off with a driver to most of my tournaments, and when I’d look up in the stands, there was no one there for me.
I quickly learned I’m the only person I could ever truly rely on.
However, as I make my way down the stairs, I recognize that might not be the case.
Standing frozen on the bottom step, I take in Brooks lying on my sofa, limbs splayed in a way I know can’t be comfortable. He’s shirtless, his broad chest rising and falling in a rhythm I’ve become accustomed to.
He stayed.
Peace replaces the uncertainty and doubt that consumed me in the darkness of the night. Within a few quiet strides, I kneel at the edge of the couch, close enough to hear Brooks’ soft breathing.
I can’t help but give into my need to touch him. Reaching out, I gently brush his hair off of his forehead, then lean in to place a kiss on his lips.
He stirs, eyelids fluttering open. It takes him a moment to register where he is, but when his gaze focuses on mine, a sleepy smile breaks across his face.
“Hey,” he rasps, stretching his arms above his head.
“Hi.” I smile back. “You’re still here.”
Brooks threads his fingers through my hair, pulling me closer to him. “I told you I wasn’t going anywhere,” he whispers against my skin.
“But I was an asshole to you.”
“Nothing new to me, Sinclair,” he points out, breaking the tension with the smirk that’s become my weakness.
“Thank you,” I murmur.
A lone tear slips free as the realization sinks in, trailing down my cheek until Brooks catches it with the pad of his thumb. I watch with hooded eyes as he brings his thumb to his mouth and sucks my tears.
There’s an intensity in our gazes, immediately heating up the room a hundred degrees. This man has me unraveling, stealing the breath from me not only from his words but from his actions.
No one would’ve stayed after the way I treated him. He’s proven to be a man of his word despite the ugliness I threw his way. Each hit I gave, he took with grace.
I don’t deserve the kindness he’s showing me, but with the way he looks at me like I’m the center of his universe, I might believe that I do deserve better.
For the first time in far too long, I don’t feel alone.
“You don’t need to thank me, Will. Even when you push me away, I’m going to prove to you I’m not going anywhere.”
His sincerity and fierce need to protect me have me taken aback. I’m overcome with gratitude mixed with an insatiable desire to devour him.
“Good. You’re starting to grow on me,” I say with a small smile.
The energy shifts into something darker between us, and a teasing grin pulls the corners of Brooks’ mouth. He whispers low into my ear, “You’re lucky I’m so stubborn.”
Brooks nips my earlobe, eliciting shivers down my neck. I groan when he licks the shell of my ear, his breath against my skin creating goosebumps in its wake. My cock hardens, tenting my shorts.
“You’re doing it again,” I pant against his cheek.
“What?” he asks, feigning innocence.
“Driving me crazy, baby.”
I desperately need to feel his skin on mine, and when he runs his calloused fingertips down my abs, something inside me snaps.
“Upstairs. Now,” I growl as I practically drag him up the steps back to my bedroom.
Pushing him on the bed, I crawl to him and claim his lips. We kiss like our lives depend on it. Nipping, biting, sucking, and fucking each other’s mouths with reckless abandon.
I could get lost in him as we grind our erections together, desperately seeking friction. Only the thin fabric of my shorts and his briefs separate us, and with the way we move against one another, there’s nothing we want more than our skin to touch.
In one swift movement, Brooks rolls on top of me, his gaze locked onto mine. There’s a sort of reverence in his eyes as he whispers against my lips, “Use me, Will. Take back your control.”
My chest heaves as every fiber of my being craves to take back even an ounce of the control that was stolen from me. He’s giving me a gift that I can’t refuse. It’s permission. Something I’ve been longing for.
“If I take it back, there’s only one thing I want.”
His breath stutters before replying, “Yeah? And what is it that you want? Say it.”
“To claim you. Every part of you.”
“And how do you intend to do that, Sin?”
“I’m going to fuck you, War.”
Hovering above me, he sinks his teeth into his plush bottom lip, rolling his hips over mine. “What are you waiting for?”
Without another word, I flip him over on his back again and kneel above his thighs.
“Strip. Then get on all fours.”
A slow smile spreads across his face.
Brooks props himself up on his elbows without breaking eye contact and scoots back, taking his time as he slowly works his hands into the waistband of his briefs.
Fucking tease.
With barely restrained desire, my nostrils flare as I ball my hands into fists to prevent me from doing it for him.
Narrowing my gaze, I shoot him a look that says Oh, you wanna play? Game on.
“Turn over,” I command, and my dick twitches when Brooks obeys, getting on all fours like I told him to earlier.
I swallow hard past the vulnerability of this moment—the first time I fuck him.
We’ve gotten each other off countless times with our hands and mouths, and we’re no strangers at this point to ass play. Brooks has coached me through it each time, but I want this to be different. I need to be in control.
Reaching across to my bedside table, I open the drawer and pull out a bottle of lube but hesitate when I see the condoms. We’re both regularly tested, and we haven’t hooked up with anyone else, so there’s really no need.
Brooks must read my mind because he rasps, “Take me bare.”
“You sure?” I question.
“What, are you scared because I’m not on the pill?” he taunts.
“You’re such a fucking brat.”
He tries but fails to bite back a menacing smile. “I am. You should probably punish me for it.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Brooks rocks back to sit on his heels, but my answering tut of disapproval stops him.
With only the lube in hand, I shift back and push down on his neck. “Did I say you could move?”
“No,” he replies breathlessly.
I situate myself behind him and pause as I take him in.
He’s on all fours with his legs spread as I kneel between them.
With his face pressed against the mattress, he looks up over his shoulder at me, and I marvel at the way his eyes are half-mast, swimming with seduction.
Overcome by the sudden urge to kiss him, I bend down to take his mouth, sucking his bottom lip into mine before biting down on it.
His answering groan has my dick twitching against his ass, reminding us both where this is going.
As I sit back, I bite down hard on his shoulder as a punishment for disobeying me.
“Ah, motherfucker! That hurt,” Brooks hisses, causing me to chuckle.
“Want me to kiss it better, or do you want me to do something else?” I ask as I grab the bottle of lube off the bed.
Brooks follows my hand and shakes his head. “No. You can make it up to me by getting my ass nice and ready for you.”
I open the bottle and squeeze it over his crack, watching the way the lube trails down his ass. My cock throbs thinking about what it’ll look like when I finish inside him and it’s my cum seeping out.
As I work the lube in, I slowly push one finger past the tight ring of muscle, eliciting a groan of approval from Brooks. And when I add a second finger, his back arches to give me better access.
Pulling my fingers from him before he can find any sort of relief, I circle his hole at a torturous rate, teasing him as I slowly work my cock up and down.
Brooks lets out a growl of frustration. “Would you fuck me already?”
I let out a menacing chuckle. “I’ll fuck you when I want to fuck you.”
“But I’ve waited for this for so long.”
“I don’t know, doesn’t sound like you want it enough.”
“I do.”
Slapping his cheek with my dick, I hiss, “Beg me to fuck you.”
“What?”
“Do you want me or not?”
He whimpers, writhing beneath my touch.
“Do you?”
Nodding desperately, he pushes back against me, but I tsk.
“Then beg for my cock, baby.”
He’s silent, so I decide to really amp up the torture. Nudging his asshole with just the tip of my dick, I line myself up like I’ll fuck him, but when he rocks his hips back again, I pull away.
“Beg.”
A frustrated whine escapes him. “Please, Will. Please fuck me. I’ll do anything you want.”
His compliance has me nearly coming undone right then and there. I squirt a handful of lube into my palm and work it over my length. Unwilling to wait a second longer, I toss the bottle aside and prod the head of my cock inside his ass, slowly giving him an inch.
“Fuck!” I growl, marveling at the snug feel of him.
As I press my hips forward, I have to grip his hips tightly to ground myself.
I’ve never felt so unsure of myself while having sex with someone.
Well, that’s not entirely true. I probably felt something similar to this when I lost my virginity.
And I suppose in some way, I’m cashing in my v-card right now.
Bringing one leg up so I’m kneeling on one knee, I use the new position as leverage to piston my hips deeper until I finally bottom out.
“Oh, shit,” Brooks mewls. “You’ve got the biggest fucking cock.”
I freeze, unwilling to move while also allowing Brooks time to adjust.
When he pulls his hips forward and slams them back against me, I take that as my queue to move again.
The room fills with sounds of our harmonized groans of pleasure and the slapping of our skin.
Looking down, I watch with rapt fascination as he sucks me in. “You’re taking me so well, baby. I can’t stop looking at the way your ass is suffocating my cock.”
Shifting his legs wider, he eagerly takes everything I’m giving to him. “I’m not lying when I say literally no one else would be able to take you like this, Sin.”
“Yeah? Is that because this ass was made for me, War?” I question, gripping his hips so tightly I know I’ll leave bruises. The thought of marking him turns me feral.
“It was,” he admits, panting for breath.
“It was, wasn’t it. You wanna know why? Because it’s mine. You’re mine.”
Reaching around his waist, I grip his length in my hand and squeeze. My hand is still wet with the lube I used on myself, so when I begin pumping my fist up and down his shaft, there’s no uncomfortable friction, just pure pleasure. Throwing his head back, he groans in ecstasy.
I grind my hips frantically, only halting my movements when I get so deep we simultaneously moan. Leaning forward, I kiss his shoulder over the bite mark I left earlier and grit out, “God, you feel so fucking good. Should’ve fucked your ass weeks ago.”
“Think of all we’ve been missing.” He hums his heady reply.
Sitting back on my heels, I tell him, “Take over for me, baby. Fist your cock and come all over the sheets while I come in your ass.”
He whimpers, and the sound goes straight to my cock, making it throb in anticipation.
“I’m gonna make a mess out of you.”
“Please,” he begs in eager agreement. “I’m so close. Just like that. Come with me, Sin.”
That’s all it takes for me to unravel alongside him. “Fuck, holy fuck!”
As I come inside of him, I feel his hips jolt with his release as black dots spot my vision.
I curl over him, completely spent and breathless from our mutual release. The biggest smile spreads over my face because that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done.
“How long until we can do that again?” I ask in a dazed tone.
Brooks breathes out a tired laugh. “Let’s take a shower first.”
“Can I fuck you in there?”
“Who’d have thought my ass would turn you into a sex addict?”
“It’s a great ass,” I retort.
“So I’ve been told.”
Growling in disapproval, I sit back and swat his ass. “Keep running your mouth and you’re gonna pay for it later,” I warn.
“I’m counting on it,” he tosses back with a sexy smirk.
Slipping out of him, we both groan at the loss of me being inside. I stare with complete primal hunger as my cum slowly leaks out, leaving a thick white trail dripping down to his balls.
I lean back and admire my work. “Damn, would you look at that? Maybe I should just leave you leaking of me all day long,” I muse.
Brooks drops to his stomach in a fit of laughter. “Who knew sex was all we needed to do for you to say more than two words to me? You’re fucking funny in your post-nut bliss.”
Rolling onto his back, he laces his fingers behind his head. Brooks looks up at me with a hazy gaze, almost like his eyes are smiling at me.
Leaning over him, I give him a quick kiss, but when I pull back, he’s still got the same look in his eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you’ve got stars in your eyes—”
“They’re moony eyes,” he cuts me off, grinning.
“What the hell does that mean?”
Brooks chuckles, digging his heels into my ass so all my weight lands on top of him. “Trust me, it’s a good thing.”
“As long as you don’t give anyone else those eyes,” I whisper against his mouth.
“Only for you, Pretty Boy.”