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Instead of pulling back or hesitating, Ellis' fingers dig into the backs of my thighs, nails surely breaking skin. He fucking wants this. The last of my control shatters, and I fuck his face hard, the fence rattling with every thrust of my hips. Heat flushes over my skin as my pleasure spikes. I pull out of Ellis's mouth, gruff instructions tumbling from my mouth even as he's coughing and sucking in air.

"Open wide for me, baby. I want to see my cum fill your mouth."

Ellis obeys just in time for the first wave of cum to shoot out of me like a fountain. I grunt and lean on the fence, watching the thick, white liquid spurt into his mouth, coating his tongue before I rub my pulsing cock against it.

A string of unintelligible garble falls from my lips as I jerk off into his mouth. My hand releases his hair and moves to wrap around his neck, just tight enough to feel his throat move when I tell him to swallow. Then more curses when he wraps his lips around my cock and sucks out whatever is left of my soul. My body goes slack with the last drop, and I lean heavily against the fence, barely able to keep myself up.

Ellis stands and fits himself into the minuscule space between me and the fence, his face pressed into the crook of my shoulder. He trails kisses up my neck and licks my earlobe before whispering, "I like the way you taste even more than I thought I would." His voice is raspy from the abuse I put his throat through. I push myself back enough to look down at him, my hand resting on his throat.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Not in any way I didn't like."

I'm not sure how I feel about that answer. A mix between terror and pride, disappointment and arousal. I shut down my own thoughts by kissing him until I can't feel my lips and we're both hard again. Holding him against the dugout fence, I take both of us in my hand and jerk us hard, until Ellis has to muffle a shout in my shoulder as his cum coats us both. His teeth dig into my flesh, hard enough to break skin, the sharp pain of his bite throwing me over the edge. My cum joins his as I continue jerking us through our orgasms, mouth latched to his, relishing the burn of his nails on the back of my neck as he holds on for dear life.

This is so fucking wrong. But I’m so lost to him, all I want is to peel the blindfold away and look into his eyes as I make him come again and again. For the rest of my life, it’s all I ever want to do.

CHAPTER 11

ELLIS

Despondent, I listen to the phone ring, ready to give up. I can try Ivy next, if Elliot doesn’t wake up, or maybe Antoni. Surely neither of them sleeps as hard as my brother, but I’m not sure how well either of them would take being woken up at nearly two o’clock in the morning. Maybe I’ll just sleep in one of the chairs in the dorm lobby.

Just as I’m about to hang up and walk back across campus to my dorm, Elliot answers, sounding panicked.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm okay. I'm sorry to wake you."

"What's going on?"

"I got locked out of my dorm and need to crash with you tonight. "

"What? Why?"

"My roommate's an asshole, that's why."

Elliot lets out a sigh, his voice muffled, and I can tell he’s running a hand over his face the way he does when he's frustrated. "Okay. I'm on my way down." He hangs up before I can say anything else. It only takes him a few minutes to come and let me in, and I immediately apologize. He waves me off groggily. But as soon as we're in his apartment and he sees me in the light, his eyes widen at the state of me.

"The fuck happened to you?" he asks, gesturing to my dirty, wrinkled clothes. Then he looks closer and his eyes narrow. "Dude, you look wrecked."

"It's been an interesting night." Despite the turn of events, I'd still call it a very good night.

"Did your roommate do this?"

"What? No."

Elliot lifts an eyebrow as if he doesn't believe me.

"Brad didn't lay a finger on me. I got back late, and he locked me out. Fucker dead bolted the door and wouldn’t answer. One of the guys next door threatened to kick my ass if I didn’t stop knocking, so I gave up and came here.”

My brother's bright blue eyes, the only trait we share besides the color of our hair, darken with anger.

"Please just drop it, Elliot. I just need somewhere to crash tonight. And I, uh, might need to borrow some clothes or something." My cheeks flush, afraid he'll be able to tell why it is I look so wrecked. Which he probably wouldn't be able to tell if it weren't for my beet-red face and inability to look him in the eye.

"Oh my God," he says, huffing out a laugh. "You were hooking up, weren't you?"

"Drop it, Elliot."

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