I was starting to get loud, but the last thing I wanted was for the entire room to see my come face. Those were the kind of traumas that caused people to lose their sex drive entirely.
When all he did was laugh again, I reached up and raked a fingernail over one of his protruding nipples, remembering the way he'd reacted the night before, and was rewarded when he groaned, punching his hips in the air slightly.
Oh shit. That wasn't helping either. That was hot as fuck.
Chapter Four
I'd been doing good. Not great. I was definitely sporting a boner from hell, and I knew without a doubt that I was going to have to run up to my room and take care of myself before I was allowed to be around my family, but I thought that I had the situation under control. I didn't. Even the strongest had a breaking point.
Sure, it was mean to mess with him like this, but it wasn't like I was going to actually let him get off right there… except, when he'd moaned like that, I'd maybe lost my mind for a moment. I'd just barely resisted the urge to flip over between his legs and dry hump the fuck out of him right there in front of our entire family.
When he scraped my fucking nipple, I nearly fell off the fucking couch. I was nearly thrown off by the force of my need. Of all the people in the world to touch my fucking nipple, it had to be the one I wanted so fucking bad, I'd actually lost sleep anticipating the next time I would get to see him.
The sparks of sensation that went through my entire body when his fingernails scraped over my hardened nub… I'd never bolted off a couch so fast. Not even when I had to chase my brother down and fill his pants with sand after he dumped an entire picture of ice water on my face after I fell asleep watching TV when we were teens. I still wasn't sure we were even for that.
Scout gasped, scrambling to cover his erection and the wet spot that had formed at the tip. I probably had a matching one on my back, but I was wearing a light enough T-shirt, I was willing to bet nobody could see it. I gave him just enough time to pull his T-shirt down, staying between him and the rest of the room, so nobody could see, and then I was grabbing him by the wrist and jerking him up off the couch and over my shoulder.
"Excuse us," I said, keeping Scout's ass and my erection faced away from the room. I could smell his slick from where my cheek was tucked up against… his cheek. I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I was actually a little nervous about controlling myself… and my stamina.
I'd never had issues with either before, but I'd never wanted anyone the way I wanted Scout.
"Where are you going?" Ronni demanded, and I groaned.
I gave Ronni a huge, probably crazy-looking smile over my shoulder. "Family meeting. Just the two of us… meeting… like a family should. Getting closer. Bonding."
Scout snorted out a laugh, and I smacked him on the ass. How could he laugh at a time like this? I was practically vibrating with need and being forced to converse with my cousin, which was extremely uncomfortable, especially when I could feel the ridge of his erection against the back of my shoulder.
Ronni stood quickly, her mouth falling open. "About what?"
"Just cousin stuff," Scout said, into my lower back before smacking me on the ass. "Come on, asshole. Let's go meet."
"Cousin stuff?" Ronni's screeched indignantly. I imagined her stomping her foot, but since I was already practically sprinting for the stairs, I couldn't actually see what she was doing, and I honestly didn't care. "This better be about my birthday present!"
Scout grabbed my hips, grunting a few times as I took the stairs as fast as I could, but other than that, he didn't make a sound.
Was he as nervous as me? I didn't even think I'd been this nervous or this anxious the night I'd lost my virginity. None of my experiences up until this point had seemed as important as this one. This was the one I knew I was going to remember for the rest of my life.
My room was a little further down the hall, but it was also a bit more secluded, and I was pretty sure I had condoms in my bag somewhere, so even though it nearly killed me to travel the extra twenty feet with how excited I was, I did. We barely made it inside before I had him pinned up against the door hard enough to make it slam, twisting the lock.
He gasped as his shoulders hit the hardwood, and I pressed my body fully into his, pinning him there.
"What are you do—"
I cut him off with my mouth, this time not settling for the simple drag of my lips on his. I was too far gone for sweet. I'd been waiting so long for this moment. I'd been waiting my whole life, and I was desperate to taste him.
There was no protest as I slid my tongue inside his mouth, licking at his, coaxing him to join. It didn't take much coaxing. Within seconds his shock had worn off, and his fingers were in my hair gripping tightly as he pressed his mouth more securely to mine, tilting his head for a better angle and moaning indecently.
His taste was absolutely and instantly addictive. I could spend hours gorging myself on his flavor, licking inside his mouth. I knew I'd never get tired of it, and I was also never going to get enough.
I pulled back, growling, going after his T-shirt that had a rooster and a block with a big red circle with a line through it. I was frenzied and rough, but I couldn't help it, and he didn't seem to mind. It was his fault I was like this anyway. It was his fault my body was burning with need.
"You deserve this," I said darkly, pulling his shirt off of him and throwing it across the room. "Every single bit of it."
"Damn right I do," he said back, slipping his hands up my shirt, sliding them up my torso and letting the material pool at his wrist. He dragged his fingers over my nipples, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body, and I groaned, letting my head fall back.
My nipples had always been sensitive, and though I'd never let any of the randoms I'd picked up in bars near them, I definitely utilized their powers when I was alone.
The truth was, I'd never been in a proper relationship, not really. It was like I was always… waiting. In the back of my mind, I thought I'd always known that the man who was supposed to be mine was already in my life. I hadn't wanted to accept it, since it meant there was a possibility, he'd turn me down, and I'd definitely spent a lot of time fighting it, but there really was no denying the way I felt every single time I was around Scout. There was no denying that I spent my time between reunions and family functions anticipating the next one and scouring the family page for the next event, no matter how small, hoping Scout would be there.
The chemistry was undeniable. I wasn't sure if Scout had picked up on it yet, but I'd started to recognize what it was and how potent over the last couple of years. Our special connection from childhood had morphed into something not necessarily more precious, but definitely more irresistible, and I craved him.
When he finally wrestled my shirt off, he leaned back, running his eyes and hands over my torso, licking and biting at his bottom lip like I really wished he'd do to mine.
"It pisses me off how hot you are," he said, frowning, but his hands never stopped running over me and neither did his eyes.
I smirked, taking in his slim musculature stretched over fairly wide shoulders, the gentle swell of his pecs and the subtle ripple of his abs. Pulling him closer, I bent my knees and rubbed my dick alongside his, through our PJs.