Chapter 2

CALEB

Jesus, he was fucking sweet. I was going mad. I couldn't stop tasting him. His lips were pure fucking heaven and I never wanted to be away from them for a single fucking second. He shouldn't have left me for three days. It made everything worse.

Eli was going to kill me. Those little moans he gave under me, the way he eagerly rocked against me, how he gripped me like I was the only thing keeping him alive; all of it was delicious.

I tugged at his bottom lip with my teeth, pulling at it just to feel his sharp breaths on my nose. He loved the pain, a bite sinking into a fucking chorus between us.

"You're such a needy little bitch," I chuckled. I was trying to stay harsh, though the way he begged was fucking ruining me. I couldn't stand it. Another thrust against him and I was a goner. And with him writhing his hips like that, I bet it was the same for him.

I was calling him a greedy slut, but I was worse.

Fuck, his cheeks were so red, his throat bobbing, his eyes on fire as he watched me reach for my cock. It was his hunger than made it hard to ignore him. Dirty-blond hair long enough to stick to his forehead when he was horny, brown eyes that showed me more than he wanted, rough stubble covering his slim jaw that left burns on me, and lips that were perfect for sucking cock.

I was so fucking desperate for him, I almost forgot about the lube. I wanted to be inside him so badly I could literally destroy his ass.

I grit my jaw as I swiped the bottle from the shitty metal shelves falling off the crumbling wall to my left, held up by weak screws and luck. I kept it hidden behind the cleaning supplies no one used. Eli didn't know I put it in here before he'd even entered the gym at Dad's compound. I wanted him so fucking badly I hunted for places I could fuck him just in case.

Using my chest to keep him upright, there was enough space for me to squirt some over our cocks before I threw it to the floor.

I just wanted to hear the pathetic voice that only I could bring out of him. Even if he had been off fucking other people, even if it hurt more than it should to think about it, I was the only one who made Eli Jensen tremble. I just knew it.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to have to explain to the guys why you can't fucking walk tomorrow."

Eli laughed, his chin lifting as if he was asking me to bite him again. I quickly cut him off by grabbing us, holding our dicks together as he choked out, "I'd like to see you try." It only made me itch even more to be inside him. I stroked our cocks to get us nice and covered in lube so I could shove my way inside him and not have to think about how much I missed him when he was gone.

"Caleb!" he snapped, bending forward, his hair dropping to sweep across his eyes as he glared at me.

It was the look that captured me the first time we met. At our first fight in the underground club run by my dad, we hadn't even stepped into the ring and he looked at me as if he loathed me. There was so much hatred burning off of him that I wanted to throw my fist in his face to see if he was real. Because it was fucking addictive. Like he would kill me if I got too close. The power surging off of him was so intoxicating that I had to follow him, to find out who the fuck he was, and why he wouldn't stop staring at me.

And now, a year and a half later, he was trembling under me, hungry, wanting, and I still knew nothing about him. That look of fucking hate piercing me as I pulled his shorts out of the way and prepared my cock.

But I wanted more of him. I wanted him totally weak, gasping for my dick, so there was no doubt who was in charge.

He let out an eager sigh as I freed his cock from my grip, my lubed hand going straight for his thigh. "Give me your other leg, Eli," I growled in his ear.

He grunted as I laid another bite on his shoulder. One day I'd to scar him so deeply that I'd permanently fuck up his flesh. For now I had to be satisfied with bruises.

"Come on, show me how much you want it."

"What makes you think I want it?" he asked, a shiver running through him, completely giving himself away. I loved his spite. I loved how the only way he ever let up was when he needed to come so much he'd beg me for more.

"You fucking know you do. Now spread those legs, or we're doing this the hard way."

Eli groaned as he let me yank him up. It never took much to make him crazy. We used to fight like motherfuckers in the ring, and take the fight outside, too. If we were ever in the same bar together, we'd end up beating the shit out of each other by the end of the night. Until I saw some guy stroking his cock in an alleyway, and I suddenly realised I wanted to slam a lot more than my fist into his face.

He used to fight me when we first fucked as well. Now it was easy to see what an effort it was for him to hide how much he wanted my cock.

He came easily as I lifted him, fixing his other leg around my waist, his ankles meeting over my ass as he pushed his back against the wall.

I was fifty pounds heavier than him, and thank fuck. I could hold all his weight and then some, and it was so fucking worth the extra training to keep my muscle up. He was so beautiful, and I hated him for it.

One hand on my dick, I let gravity pull him down so I could line my cock up to his ass. His damn shorts were strained against my stomach but I could still get to him from underneath. Just one press of my lubed tip against his tight hole and I was losing it. And I got a hiss in return.

"You're so fucking hungry for my cock aren't you, Eli? How badly do you want me?"

He fastened his lips shut, like he did when he was trying to hide the truth from me. He could be such a fucking brat.

"Go on, Eli. Say it." I needed him to say it. I needed to hear that he needed this as much as I needed him.

I loved his struggle. No matter how much he tried to deny it, my cock always won.

His fingers dug into my shoulder, his eyes squeezed closed as he drew in a shuddering breath. Arms fastened around my neck, he tugged me closer, hiding his face.

"Will you fuck me, Caleb?" he said in the sweetest fucking voice I'd ever heard. "I want you to fuck me."

Christ, I didn't know if I could hold myself back when he said it like that. With such a frenzied moan I'd swear my cock was the only thing keeping him going. Watching a two-hundred-thirty-pound Eli fucking begging for my cock was the best I'd ever felt.

"I want to slide straight into you. I'm not fighting your tight ass. You better relax for me," I said as I adjusted, getting ready for the show. "My cock is so hot and wet, and ready for you, Eli. You going to take it like the good little slut you are?"

Every time I called him that, he grew more desperate. I swear I heard a whimper before he shifted, his back hitting the concrete again before he nodded, defeat blending with the hate in his eyes. "No way, Eli. Not good enough. Louder. Now."

He groaned as he shook his head. I was so fucking impatient, and his ass was clamping on my cockhead already, setting of fireworks in my fucking skull. But I knew if I waited, he'd give in.

He bit his lip, the pain creasing his face throwing me off until his hips curved, his ass pressed against my cock, his voice low and heavy. "Yes, I'll take it," he said through clenched teeth. "I'll take your cock."

I groaned as I grasped my cock again. "That's my little slut." I had to be inside him. I was going to go fucking mental if I didn't get his ass around me and feel his heat clasping me.

"Oh, fuck," he gasped as he let himself go, my cockhead breeching his ass, both of us descending into cries.

I wasn't going easy. It was his fault for taking the job with Dad. Three fucking days of wondering what he was doing, if he was fucking some stranger who could never give it to him like I could. Even when Dad told me my uncle died from an overdose two days ago, I didn't give a shit. Carlos was a mean motherfucker, even by my standards.

Eli gave a harsh shout as I thrust myself inside him. It was only an inch, but moans ripped from both of us. "This is what you get for leaving me," I rasped, dipping my head, lashing my lips across his nipple and biting into him again. The sharp tang of blood and his yell stopped me coming straight away. I didn't know if I could even push into him without bursting. I'd be begging him for it if I didn't know how much he liked me beating him into submission.

Satisfaction grew in my chest with every sound he gave. I was fucking done with all those worries and fears which had been keeping me back from him. Even though we should be careful. Because Dad would kill Eli when he found out we were fucking. I might be his kid and he still wanted me to take over business, but we were expendable. There was always someone else to fill a role, even Dad's.

If Dad tried to torture Eli like he had with everyone else who betrayed him, I'd kill Eli myself. He didn't deserve a slow death just because I put my cock in him.

And I'd lose any chance to take over the business. I'd been training my whole life to step into my dad's shoes when he retired, but if he found out about Eli, he wouldn't just kick me out. The last time they discovered a worker had fucked a man, they dragged him out in the desert, shot him in the calves, and let him there to roast.

Dad stuck to the laws his grandad made when he first built our family up. It was one of the reasons he'd kept us strong. He made sure he knew everything that was happening in his business, and he killed anyone who got in his way. Every time I even thought about fucking Eli, I was risking our lives. That was why I hated him so fucking much: because I couldn't resist him.

And, right now, he was mine.

I nudged my hips upwards, entering him another inch, my hand firm around my shaft. He let out the loudest cry I'd heard from him so far. If the concrete walls of the closet weren't so fucking thick, I'd say for sure someone on the other side could hear him. But maybe I wanted them to hear. Maybe I wanted anyone on the other side to know how good I could give it to him, and how much he loved my cock.

"I think you deserve a prize for admitting how needy you are," I growled as I let go of my cock. I held his thigh as his weight dropped, and straight away I pressed into him another inch.

"Fuck!" he shouted as I slid into his ass. As soon as he tightened around my cock, he started to rock his hips. "Fucking hell, Caleb," he moaned, his arms feeding around my neck. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he said as he clung to me, using me as a fucking anchor so he could sink deeper onto me.

"You love it, don't you? Having my fat cock riding your hole. Jesus, Eli, look at you."

I leaned back to enjoy the sight of his hips grinding on me in the shitty light of the closet. I almost told him how addicted I was to him, how I couldn't cope without him, that I went fucking insane when he was gone.

Each second I was with him, it was getting harder and harder not to tell him how much I loved him. Yeah, sure, jumping on him nearly every day was one thing, but I was so close to grabbing his throat and choking him until he promised to never leave me again.

The way his ass clasped me, how he urged me on, his fucking shakey breaths ringing in my ears, it was toxic. "Your ass is sucking me up, just like your fucking throat last night."

I held him as he lowered himself, each inch bringing me so close I nearly gave in and thrust into him myself. But I wanted him to show me that he missed me too. We held each other, panting, gasping as he slid further down my cock.

Caught in each other, all I could do was watch him as his calves tensed around my hips and he arched his back, breaking my hot stare. Had he seen too much there?

The last time I tried being soft with him, he threw his fist at me and wouldn't let me near him for a week unless it was work. That was until I dragged him into this shitty closet and forced my cock inside him while he was begging me to stop. He came so fucking hard so many times that he was an absolute mess by the end and I swear I saw an actual smile. Since then, I've tried to treat him exactly like that. Even when I want to drag him to bed and fall asleep with him like a fucking pussy.

Whenever I'd show him a hint of anything other than hate, he'd try to escape. I'd be as cruel to him as he needed me to be. There was nothing like hearing Eli bleat like a little bitch when I drove myself inside him.

I grabbed his neck, pulling him to my mouth. Not just to taste him, but so I didn't have to deal with the fucking trembles of lust running through me as he cleared the last inch. His ass slapped on my hips as I bottomed out, and I couldn't fucking deal. I fell forward, the hand that was gripping my cock slamming into the wall, groans tearing from us both as my body exploded with pleasure.

I grabbed his ass and spread his cheeks. It made it easier to get nice and deep as I thrust upwards, his whole body jolting, his jaw open in a silent shout.

With his leaking cock already pressed against his taut shorts, it would be easy to make him come all over my chest. I had to bury my cock completely inside him so he didn't forget me.

Eli gasped, breaking the kiss. "Caleb, you're so fucking huge," he moaned. I was so close to coming I almost ripped my cock out of him just so I didn't look like a weak ass little bitch. It had only been three days, but I was acting as if I hadn't seen him for a year.

"Did you forget about my cock already?" I asked bitterly. Or did he have someone else inside him when he was away? Because he had that whore he visited when I wasn't enough for him, when he needed pussy more than a cock in his ass. He thought I didn't know about her, but I'd had a guy tail him on his trips to the city, and even followed him myself. He met up with her whenever the mood took him, dragged her to a motel and didn't come out for hours. It was enough to know he had something proper going on with her, and that he liked older women. It was another reason I bit him, so his woman could see she didn't own him, not like I did.

His fingers swept up my neck, sparks rushing over my skin, the rough scrapes along the top of my spine making that kind of jealous bullshit evaporate instantly.

I didn't care. I didn't fucking care if he slept with other people. I could too, if I wanted. It was just I didn't feel like it since I met him. No one else was good enough. No one would fight me and scream for me like Eli.

When he opened his ass for me like this, when he cried out my name, when he spat hate at me or looked as if he was seconds from slicing my throat - it was amazing. I was so fucking crazy that I dreamed of locking him up so no one could touch him but me.

"Caleb!" Eli groaned as he used his thighs on my hips to rock on my cock.

And it was fucking fantastic.

His ass was so fucking perfect. Eli could barely get a single word out as he shook his ass up and down, taking me to the fucking hilt.

He was so gone. Any of the fight he had out in the gym vanished, and I was the one thing holding him together.

There was nothing like it. Nothing could even compare to being with Eli.

"Caleb," he gasped as I took over, holding his hips still as I drew mine back and slammed inside him. His yell burst out of him, echoing around us and thrumming through me, covering my deep moan.

"Please," he whined, and I nearly fucking collapsed. Eli acted cold with most people. I almost couldn't handle it when he gave in. "Caleb, harder. Just give me more." I knew those words were going to follow me around for weeks. He was practically fucking drooling because of my cock. He was needier than usual; scratching me, clinging to me, riding me like he was made for clenching on my dick. And if that wasn't the best feeling in the world, I don't know what was.

"You want more of my cock? Does my greedy little slut want more?" I taunted. I gripped his ass, forcing him down, making him stay still with my cock pressed high inside him.

He grit his jaw, glaring at me, panting, melting as he rubbed his back against the wall as if it would somehow make the huge cloying ache that had us both in a chokehold disappear. Because our need to ruin each other fucking burned more than the hot sweat dripping off of his body.

I thrust up into him and his eyes rolled, his nails so sharp on my neck that I knew I'd be carrying marks as well. Holding him in place, I pulled out slowly, watching him come undone at the rough slide of my cock against his ass.

"Fuck," he spat out as I nearly reached the tip. "Fuck, Caleb. Just-" he gasped, cutting himself off. He didn't have to say anything else. The way he clung to me, how he shivered even though my dick was barely in him, he was on fire for me.

I nearly came. I loved how much he hated me. I was so fucking close to wrapping my arms around him, squashing him against me, kissing him and loving him and taking him so sweetly he'd tell me how he felt too. I didn't just want to fuck him. I wanted more. And I wanted it so fucking badly that I had to treat him like this to keep him close to me.

"Again," I choked as I held him on the edge, torturing us. "I want to hear it again. Say again how much you want my cock." Because I was never going to get tired of it. I could fucking tell. "You don't get to move until I hear the words, Eli."

I thought he'd fight me like a fucking man, but he pushed against me, trying to lower himself back onto my cock.

He groaned, heels digging into my ass like he could make me stick my dick back into him. And it was close, it was so fucking close. Not being able to fuck him was hell, and I wanted him to suffer too. I wanted him to admit how he belonged to me, how he was always going to be mine because I couldn't fucking stand the thought that one day he might leave.

A sigh shuddered through me and he curved his back, looking down at me. He could destroy me right now and I wouldn't stop him. But pain creased his face, anger burning off of him as he sucked in a breath. "I want it," he said hoarsely, the words bursting from him.

"Louder," I snapped. I rocked my hips, just enough to give him a taste of what he was missing by being so fucking stubborn.

"Caleb," he said, his tone low as he slid his fingers through my hair and grasped my skull. Murder in his eyes, he bent forward, the tip of his nose brushing mine. "I want you to fuck me hard. Give me your cock," he whispered, warm air scattering across my lips before he gently bit the tip of my nose, so tenderly I thought I was dreaming. "Slide in deep and come inside me." His voice tremored at the last moment, and I fucking lost it.

There wasn't a single fucking chance I was keeping myself off of him when he spoke like that.

"Yeah you fucking do," I growled as I used his ass, dragging him onto me so fast that the thud of our hips slamming together vibrated through my body. He shouted so loudly my ears rang as he fell forward, his whole weight pressing me down until he was all mine.

I never gave anything of myself to anyone but I'd give Eli exactly what he deserved.