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“Fuck, Eli. What about this? Can you feel me now?”

I kept going. Alternating between his balls and thrusts of my cock. Each sound from Eli had me pounding faster into him until we were both fucking losing it. Squeeze, thrust, squeeze, thrust. Until I set up a steady rhythm which had both of us moaning like fucking animals as I drew myself closer to him.

“Eli, fucking hell,” I gasped. My movement was so steady my balls were swinging under me, my thighs bouncing off of his, and my knees bent so I could drive into him from below.

It was so difficult when everything felt so fucking right. I’d been thirsting over him for more than a fucking year and every time I put my dick in him it did way more bad than good. But I just couldn’t stop.

“You feel so good,” I murmured against him, pressing my nose to his shoulder.

Shifting, I grabbed Eli’s cock and his whole body jolted. “Caleb, please,” he rasped, though it almost sounded like a sob. “I need it harder.”

I couldn’t tell what the fuck was going on with him, why he was so eager today, but my blood was boiling for him.

I couldn’t stand up properly when I was teasing his cock. I couldn’t take the sheer fucking need hammering through me, and instead of doing something normal like pushing my hand back against the concrete or even just not fucking touching him, I wrapped my arm around his chest, buried so deep inside him I knew I was never getting free.

“Keep going, baby, you’re almost there,” I moaned, too fucking gone to stop myself. I couldn’t hate him when we were perfect together.

He didn’t freeze or try to get away from me or any of that shit. He shuddered under me, throwing his head back, crying out so loudly I knew he was coming. And I’d fucking done that to him.

We both shouted out, absolute pleasure fucking pounding through me. It was the cold of the closet that kept me anchored, and stopped me destroying his ass as I went crazy, drunk on him.

Both of us were panting, melting, his heart racing right next to mine as I stayed close. It was so intense all I could do was hold him, my forehead stuck to the top of his spine, wheezing, and trying to hold back all the emotions that were threatening to burst free.

I was so fucking glad we weren’t facing each other. I wanted to kiss him, fuck him, love on him so desperately that he wouldn't be able to breathe without me. To take it so much further than his gasping shouts for more and his hesitant whispers for me to stop. He was fucking mine and he was hiding from me, and I couldn’t fucking stand it.

He’d ruined me. I was drowning in a fucking cesspool of emotions that there was no way out.

“Jesus, Eli.” I groaned as his dick twitched against my arm. “What am I going to do with you?”

I flattened my lips to his neck as he trembled in my arms, sending me over the edge. My hot cum spread around my dick, and I stayed pressed to him as I came.

I was such a monumental fuck up that I’d gone and let myself fall in love with Eli, and the worst thing was, I almost asked him if he loved me too.

CHAPTER SIX

CALEB

Iwanted to turn back and look at him. Eli always kept three steps behind me wherever we went, stood outside the door during meetings or made sure I sat in the back of the car when he drove me anywhere.

He was always completely professional, he never smiled at me, never gave any indication he gave a flying shit about me, apart from when we were in the ring or I had my tongue down his fucking throat.

We were walking through the main depot, stupidly high corrugated ceilings, metal walls and concrete floors. Bangs and voices echoed around us as we strode towards my dad’s office. There were massive tables running the full length of the warehouse where at least fifty workers were spread out weighing and packing up cocaine, heroin, meth, and whatever else people would buy. The depot ran 24/7 and, whether we were here at 3 pm or 3 am, it was always busy.

As soon as we came last night, he shoved me off of him and left without a single fucking word, even though I swear he was feeling it too.

We were making the rounds, visiting different drop-off points and checking up on our suppliers. We’d been going at it since 9am and now it was 10 pm and I was fucking exhausted. Eli looked tame, as if he was used to the stupidly long hours, as if he was a normal guy and not someone who bent over for me and occasionally begged for my rock hard cock.

And it wasn’t like I could get rid of him. Eli followed me around all day as my bodyguard, but it was the memory of his warmth which hunted me. It didn't matter what I was doing, where I was, it was there. Stalking me, hounding me, never letting me forget how much I wanted him. And there wasn't a single fucking thing I could do to stop it.

We made a beeline towards a blue metal door at the far end of the depot that would go unnoticed, apart from the two beefy guys guarding it. It was so fucking obvious they were packing. The warehouse was sweltering and the two of them were wearing thin black Ts, with guns bulging on their hips. And they were both so huge I was pretty sure they were on roids.

The door led to all the main offices, including my dad’s, right at the back of the building. They usually let Eli come through with me but, as soon I passed, one of them shot out a hand.

“Mr. Donelli says it’s just you this time,” he grunted to me. I glanced at Eli to see if he gave a shit, but his face was completely blank as he looked back at me.

I grit my jaw. “Yeah, fine, whatever. I’ll be back later. Eli, you can wait in the car if you want.”

“How generous, thank you.” He bowed his head, totally deadpan. He was going to pay for that once we got back to the compound.

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