Chapter 14

14

Colin

T here's a good chance I might end up at the hospital today for being too hard for too long. I might get down to half a chub, but then my mind goes straight back to what it felt like to have Ash on top of me…beneath me…all the dirty, sexy things he said to me. He's fucking filthy and I love it, and the second I hear those words in my head, all the blood rushes to my groin again, making me uncomfortable in my joggers.

And it's hot. It's like he's mentally edging me all night. That's not something that would have ever entered my thoughts before we started doing this, but the rock-hard erection between my legs says I'm very much into this.

I adjust myself. Maybe I can sneak into my room and jerk it real quick, but no, Ash wants me needy for him, wants me hard and thinking about him all night, which sends a zing up my spine.

"Fuck." I wiggle around in my computer chair, and when that doesn't help, I press my palm against my dick and give it a quick rub.

"I want you thinking about me, about this. About what you want to do to me all night long. I want every fucking second of your mind to be occupied with all the dirty things you want to do to me. And how you'll make up for me leaving you like this."

"Dude. What the fuck? Close the door if you're gonna jerk off." Troy sticks his head through the door.

Oops. Ash definitely got his wish. "What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Had to stop by and grab something before I go to TaskFrat Challenge." He was with Atlas earlier, so he hadn't been around when Ash and the guys left.

"I'll dip with you guys. Give me just a sec."

He cocks a brow. "You're going to go like that?"

What would he say if he knew I was going this way because it's what Ash wants? That I know how hot it will get him, which in turn gets me hotter than the surface of the fucking sun? It's not like Troy would care about the stepbrother thing, considering his situation, but this dynamic Ash and I have going on…well, it's not your everyday romance.

Romance? Shit? Why the fuck did I think that?

"You let me worry about my dick, Troy. I'll be getting this taken care of later."

"Who are you hooking up with? "

I wink, which is cheesy as fuck, but I don't care. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Nah, I'm good," Troy teases, making me laugh.

He goes to grab his shit, and I throw on a shirt, adjust my dick as best as I can, then meet him downstairs.

Atlas is waiting for us, all floppy hair and scowl like aways, though really, I've learned it's more an act than anything. Not that Atlas isn't grumpy—he is. But he also has a big heart he likes to hide from others.

"Why isn't the challenge here?" Atlas asks when we get outside.

"There's a TaskFrat committee, and they come up with locations that work based on the challenge. Tonight they're doing an obstacle course, so they needed the frat with the biggest yard."

"Fucking frats." Atlas shakes his head, and yeah, the frat thing can come with its problems, but Alpha Theta Mu and the other Peach State frats are as legit as they come. We don't fuck around with any of the bad shit. We want to party, have fun, and…okay, now I want to watch Ash participate in his challenges, but that's only a me thing.

I hear the music playing as soon as we get close to the house. Two guys are standing at the gate, taking cash to let anyone in. I grab money from my pocket and hand it over.

The yard is pretty full already, the course set up. The way they have it planned is one person from each frat moves through all the obstacles, but there are members from every frat at each stop to complete the activity with the main guy. Ash is our main guy, of course, because he's a competitive motherfucker and good at everything. He's fast, strong, compact, and smart as fuck. My little bro is the full package, and everyone knows it.

I spot him instantly, my eyes automatically drawn to him. He's shirtless, while Marty helps him put on his temporary Alpha Theta Mu tattoo. All the guys wear one for their specific frat. Ash doesn't have his glasses on, and I can't decide which way he looks hotter. He's hot no matter what he's doing or what he's wearing. Funny how quickly I've gotten used to thinking things like that.

He's in shorts, and the muscles of his arms and chest glisten like they put something on him. My dick begins to throb again. Yep, definitely going to end up hurting myself today.

We stop by a group of people, but I'm not paying attention to anything they're saying. I can't keep my eyes off Ash…off his ass. The thought of being inside him, of getting to fuck that perfect peach, has me nearly coming in my pants already. Fuck, I want him.

"You're Ash Fuller's brother, right?" My eyes flicker to the girl who asks, Ash's name the only thing that can pull my attention away from him.

"Yep. "

"He's really hot. You should hook me up." She laughs, and yeah, she's pretty as hell. I'd want to fuck her if I wasn't into Ash, and she's his type, but the hairs on the back of my neck rise, an uncomfortable feeling settling there.

"No, he's…busy."

He's busy? What the fuck is wrong with me?

"I can see he's busy right now. And I don't want to marry the guy. I want to have sex with him." She frowns, probably wondering what the hell I've been smoking. That makes two of us.

"Oh look! It's about to start." I leave the group of bewildered people behind and work my way to the front so I have a good visual on Ash. My reaction to her wanting Ash is…concerning. It feels different from when I'm protective of him with guys like Brenner. But then I figure it makes sense because we're doing…whatever it is we're doing. The Brenner stuff has been pre-hookups. Of course I wouldn't want him to be with anyone else when my dick will be buried in his ass tonight.

"Thank you for coming to TaskFrat Challenge," Jake, one of the frat presidents, greets us.

My gaze darts toward Ash, who is looking right at me. Goose bumps race down my arms when he smiles at me and palms his cock discreetly, just for me. Ash wants me hot for him all night, wants me here just for him, and damned if I don't feel the same. That's why I didn't want that girl to think she could have him. I love having his attention focused on me, on how I can make him feel and how fucking hungry for him he can make me. It's the best kind of rush.

Jake rambles on—dude never fucking stops talking—and I just watch Ash. Sneak my hand down my body and cup myself, give my cock a firm stroke on top of my joggers where anyone might see.

A random guy beside me bumps my arm. "Sorry, bro."

"No worries," I tell him, watching Ash. His gaze isn't letting me go as I raise one hand to my pec, trying not to be too obvious when I rub my nipple with my thumb, then pluck the hard nub for him. All just for Ash. Is there anything I wouldn't give him? Anything I don't want to give him? I don't think so. I'd fuck him right here in front of everyone if he wanted me to. The thought makes my balls tighten.

"Ready!" Jake shouts, and Ash is forced to pull his attention away from me, but he knows I'm watching him. Knows I'm hard for him and that later tonight I'll let loose all my pent-up want on him, fuck him so hard that he forgets what it's like to be with anyone else.

"Set…TaskFrat!"

There are three guys in line for the slip and slide, Ash at the end since he'll move to the next obstacle. The first guy in each line runs, dives onto the tarp, and slides to the end where they grab the first glass of beer and chug it.

Lance is our first guy, and he's in second place when he finishes his drink and slides back toward the line, but I have no doubt Ash will catch us up. Lance taps Payton, who goes next, sliding down, drinking, and racing back.

A fucking hurricane couldn't uproot me, couldn't pull my attention away from Ash as he slides, all fucking wet and hot, muscles and body so damn tight. I want to lick the water off him, lap it all up the way I do his cum, want to paint his body with both our loads and spend the day licking him clean.

Ash chugs his beer, then moves on to the next obstacle. He grabs the Hula-Hoop, and I swear if I were the whimpering type, I'd be whining at the sight of him shaking his hips as he walks down a path toward his teammates while keeping the Hula-Hoop going.

Ash can work his fucking hips. He's going to work them with me tonight while I plow his tight little hole.

I palm myself again, can't help it, don't fucking care if anyone sees.

When he makes it through that challenge, an "Oh fuck," slips out of my mouth when I notice what's to come. Bro beside me looks at me and frowns, but then turns away again.

Mitchell, one of our other frat bros, is bent over a chair, a balloon pinned to his ass. Ash grabs his hips, starts thrusting against him—hard, powerful thrusts, just like I'm going to do to him tonight—trying to pop the balloon between them.

Is it wrong that I'm both turned on as hell but also want to rip Mitchell away from him and be the one bent over for Ash? I have to bite back a growl at anyone else getting to feel him like that.

Ash pops his balloon first. Mitchell collapses to the ground laughing, and Ash moves to the next obstacle. I get harder with each one he accomplishes, my need for him building higher and higher, just like he wanted. Just like I want too, because with each passing second, my body tingles for him more, the control I have over myself getting harder to maintain. What will it feel like to be inside him? To hear him beg for me to fuck him harder and faster and know that no one has ever given Ash what I can. It's like I'm fucking invincible when I'm with him.

At the end, when Ash throws his hands in the air in victory, I'm rushing over to him. Everyone is around him, congratulating him, but he's watching me, wanting me. When I pull him into a hug, everyone around us, I rub my hard cock against him, a promise for what's to come, right in front of everyone, who are none the wiser.

"Good job, bro," I say for everyone else, then whisper in his ear, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget your name."

"You better," he replies before he's dragged away from me, and all I can do is stand there and watch him go, flying high just because Ash is. I love nothing more than to see him shine.

I watch as everyone celebrates with Ash, but eventually I'm tired of waiting. I push away from the tree, walk over, and grab him.

"Let's go home," I say, turning so he can jump on my back, not caring that he's going to get me all wet.

"In a hurry?" He smirks.

"You know I am. I'm fucking dying here."

Ash grins, sexy and wicked, loving what he's doing to me, and I'm loving it too. "Good. That's how I like you best…going wild for me."

"I've been doing that ever since you followed me to my room." Maybe longer.

He jumps onto my back, and as soon as he's situated, Payton says, "Party at the Alpha Theta Mu house!"

Oh yeah. Fuck. Is he going to make me wait until after the party to have his ass? Or maybe I'll fuck him while everyone is around, plow him where anyone could overhear or walk in and see us.

A stampede of college kids storm the gate, ready to get their drink on.

"When do I get your hole?" I ask.

Ash chuckles. "When I think you've suffered enough."

I growl in response. His legs tighten around me, dick pressed into me. The only words I have to give him are the truth. "I can't fucking wait. I want you so fucking bad, couldn't take my eyes off my stepbro the whole time. Wanted to fuck you in front of everyone just so you can see how much I want you."

"Huh?" someone beside us says. I don't recognize the guy.

Ash laughs when I say, "Nothing," on a quiet snicker of my own.