Chapter 14 - Oliver

18 YEARS OLD

A s the door opens, my room is pitch black, and the light from the Jack-and-Jill bathroom streams in, giving it a soft glow. Just as quickly, though, Hunter closes the door behind him. I close my eyes tightly as his footsteps get closer, but I let out a deep sigh when he pulls the covers back and his warm body joins mine on the bed.

"I missed you," he murmurs against my ear, kissing my temple. I feel him slide something under the pillow, but then he's turning me onto my back, and I let him. My legs spread of their own accord, and he fits perfectly between them. "Did you miss me too?"

"You know I did."

"Say it."

"I missed you," I whimper as he takes my bottom lip between his teeth and tugs.

"I want to try something." Hunter's voice breaks, and he clears his throat. "I need to know something."

"What?"

Hunter rocks against me slowly, his dick against mine, and I gasp. A little moan slips past his lips, and a sharp inhale follows the sound. My jaw drops when he continues, and I don't know if it's from the shock of what he's doing or the pleasure I feel zapping through my body. I want to question it—we haven't done anything more than kiss, except when he hooks his fingers into my pants and tugs a little, I forget myself.

"Okay," I whisper.

I begin to push my boxers down, and he does the same, then smashes his lips against mine. We're all tongues, teeth, and hands—all over each other. Suddenly, both of our boxers are gone, and I'm breathing hard, partly because he's got me worked up and also because I know our parents could knock on that door at any moment, even if it's the middle of the night. That's why we have to stay as quiet as possible—which lately has been harder and harder to do.

I feel like I've run a marathon, and my breath echoes almost as loud as the beats of my heart. Hunter sits back on his haunches, looking like a sculpted god with his abs on full display, the prominent V pointing right where I want to touch. Before I can open my mouth and tell him just that, his hand wraps around my hard cock and squeezes lightly. He strokes it slowly, all the way up to the tip, then spreads the pre-cum there, making me moan long and low.

"Fuck, baby." He groans softly. "You're so wet for me."

Hunter continues to stroke me, using my pre-cum to lubricate me, and then suddenly stops. I frown, but then he's reaching under the pillow and uncapping a bottle of lube. He lathers two fingers with it, then smiles at me. Without questioning him, I let my legs fall open. We've never done this before, never even talked about it.

When the hell did he get the lube, anyway?

"Ollie?" he asks softly. "Do you want me here?" His finger rubs against my asshole, and I gasp when he slips his fingertip in.

"Y-yes."

I take a deep breath and will myself to relax. When his finger breaches me, trying to force itself through my ring of muscle, I bear down and whimper. "G-god," I whisper, trying to get used to the intrusion.

His finger thrusts in and out slowly, and he wraps his opposite hand around my cock and tugs on it, jerking it up and down to the rhythm of his finger. It's enough to drive me wild. "That's it, Ollie," he whispers, and I groan. "You want more?"

" Yes !" Another finger breaches me, and the feeling of being impossibly full takes over. He thrusts them in and out slowly, then all the way up to the knuckle. Hunter's fingers move faster, and soon enough, I'm biting my lip to keep the sounds in. That is until he reaches a spot inside of me that makes me light up from the inside out. "Ohmyfuckinggod!" I cry out, and he shushes me. "Right there, please , God."

"Here?" Hunter asks, swiping over my prostate again.

"Y-y-yes," I moan, and Hunter grins. My legs are numb from the pleasure, and Hunter lets go of my dick for a second, then grabs the bottle of lube again.

"Your hand, Ollie." I extend my hand for him and he puts some of the lube on it, the liquid cold. "Now fuck your hand and bite the pillow."

I do as he says, jacking my length fast and hard as he fucks my ass with his fingers. My toes curl, and my back arches off the bed, and within a few passes over my prostate, my vision is going black. I'm so close to?—

"Come for me, Ollie," Hunter begs. "Come for your brother."

My cock starts shooting cum all over my abdomen and chest, and he keeps pumping me with his fingers, milking me dry. I try not to scream in pleasure, instead I bite the pillow and moan so loud I'm sure my parents are probably going to wake up from it. Only that doesn't seem to stop Hunter.

When I open my eyes again, Hunter pulls his fingers out and braces himself on the bed, jacking himself over me. His neck veins are prominent as he goes faster, and his chest muscles flex with the effort. I reach out and massage his balls, squeezing them lightly, then rub his taint.

"Shit." He groans. "Yes, Ollie, fuck ."

I smile, then put a little more pressure behind my rubbing, and soon enough, he's moaning again. His mouth is wide open, his eyes closed. It's the most beautiful sight I've ever witnessed.

"Ah, God." Hunter moans, "I'm so close...where do I come?"

"Where do you want to?"

"I want to paint your face." I grin as he leans over, putting his big cock right in front of my face.

"Come all over my face, Hunt," I taunt, then let my finger slip toward his rim and begin to rub. His hips stutter and he moans oh shit under his breath. "Fuck."

I open my mouth just in time for his cum to cover my face, my lips, and my tongue. Surprising me, he leans over and kisses me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth where he can taste himself.

Fuck, that's so hot.

We groan in unison as the kiss gets deeper, and soon enough he's lying on top of me again, rubbing his half-hard dick against my leg and rutting against me. I can't get enough of him, so when he grabs my hardening dick, I moan at the contact and thrust my hips up.

I don't know what's happening—or what the hell we're doing. But I do know he's going to be the fucking death of me. Recovering from the heartbreak he will bring me will be the most traumatizing experience of my life.

I can already feel it.