Page 26 of Nothing Left to Lose

From chest to thighs, his arms around my lower back, holding me in place. He could definitely feel my hard-on, and I could feel his interest growing.God, it feels so good.His eyes lasered in on mine, burning into me. “Brody,” he murmured.

“I don’t know what it means,” I said, hoping no one else could hear. Hell, I didn’t even know if he could hear me. I leaned in and whispered in his ear. “But I don’t wanna fight it anymore.”

He crushed his mouth to mine, kissing me deep, tongues tangling, and both our cocks jerked, sandwiched between us.

Yeah. I was done fighting this. Whatever it was. I was drunk enough to call this battle lost.

I didn’t want to fight it. If I could have him in my arms like this, pressed tight against me with his tongue in my mouth, then yeah, I’d take the risk.

Miller’s arms went around my neck as we kissed, right there in front of a few hundred strangers.

I didn’t care. None of them mattered.

He mattered.

He was all that mattered.

I broke the kiss. “We need to leave,” I said, breathless.

Before I embarrassed us in front of everyone. Even though I got the impression that this crowd wouldn’t mind, I didn’t want my first time doing anything with Miller to be in public.

“Yes, we do,” he said, taking my hand and pulling me toward the door. We found the elevator, not even bothering to put shirts on, or even shorts, in Miller’s case.

The elevator had people in it, which was probably a good thing. It took every ounce of self-control not to look down. To see if he was still sporting wood.

I didn’t have to look at mine to know.

I kind of held my shirt in front of me so it wasn’t obvious, which Miller found amusing.

“It’s not funny,” I whispered just as the doors opened on our floor.

We’d barely got inside our room before he pounced on me, taking my face in his hands and kissing me, pulling me so I pinned him against the wall.

Holy fuck, this felt so good.

Feeling how turned on he was just somehow made it better.

I pushed my hips hard against his and he lifted one leg, which I took, gripping his ass and grinding...

Slow down, Brody. Fuck, this’ll be over far too soon.

I broke the kiss, trailing my mouth down his neck. “Should we talk about this?” I panted.

He craned his neck, giving me more room, and he fisted my hair. “Let me have this,” he said, and I wasn’t thinking clearly enough to follow. Then he jumped up, hooking his other leg around me so all I could feel was him. “Talk later.”

Well, that I understood.

But now I had him pinned to the wall and his erection was rubbing against mine. I needed my hands to feel, to grip, to touch every inch of him, but I was holding him...

So I lifted him and carried him to the bed. He laughed as we hit the mattress, but he soon guided our mouths back together, grinding and rolling his hips slowly, dragging every ounce of pleasure out of each move.

I realized then, like a bucket of cold water, that I didn’t know what to do next.

“I don’t know what to do,” I mumbled, still kissing him. “Teach me.”

He groaned a sound so guttural it damn near lit a fuse inside me. And then he slid his hand between us, down my shorts, and gripped me.

Uh, yeah. There was no stopping now.

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