Never Have I Ever: Wanted my Brother’s Rival

West’s eyes darkened, and his nostrils flared. I ran my hands over his thighs and scratched my nails over the material of his sweats.

He blew out a shaky breath and fiddled with his phone. His cock was rock hard and tenting his pants, and I couldn’t wait to taste him again.

“Ready?” I asked when he stopped tapping on the screen and angled the phone toward me.

“Yeah.”

I gave the camera my best smolder and licked my bottom lip. My viewers loved that move.

“Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Perform.” He ran one hand through my hair and tucked a lock behind my ear. “I want to see you, not Bailey.”

A lump formed in my throat, and I swallowed hard. No one had ever been able to read me like he could. No one had ever tried, and he did it so seamlessly, so perfectly.

“Okay,” I croaked.

He smiled and let go of my hair. “Let’s erase that and start over.”

I nodded and tried to pull myself together as he tapped on the screen a few times.

I felt stripped bare, even more so than when he’d had me all spread out and writhing on his tongue like a crazed cat in heat. Like he could see all of me. The parts I worked so hard to hide and the parts I’d reluctantly accepted. He saw me, and he still wanted me.

“Ready?”

“Yeah.” I gripped the waistband of his sweats. “Can you help me get these off?”

He lifted his hips. I slid the sweatpants down until they puddled around his ankles. He kicked them off and spread his knees wide. I fit myself between them.

His cock was rock hard and dusky red. The head was almost purple, and his balls were high and tight.

“That’s all from you,” he said softly. “You were so hot I nearly came just from rimming you.”

I leaned in and swiped my tongue over his tip. He tasted exactly how I remembered: tangy and sweet and musky.

“That’s it. Take your time and have fun.” He shifted so he was sitting lower on the chair and his hips were tilted up.

“You have a really nice dick.” I wrapped my hand around his base. “It’s different from a toy.”

He chuckled, but the sound was strained. “I’d hope so.”

“I just mean that toys are cold and feel strange. I like how hard and warm you are. How touching it makes you react.” I stroked my hand up to his head and squeezed.

He moaned and spread his legs wider.

The thought that this man, this beautiful, perfect, and wonderful man, enjoyed my touch and wanted more was almost as hot as having his cock in my hand.

“I like that I can make you feel good,” I said.

“You do. And you don’t have to be touching my dick for it to happen.”

My chest squeezed, and my heart dropped. Why did he have to say all this perfect stuff? Was it sex talk? Did he mean it?

Shoving those thoughts out of my head, I focused on the cock in my hand. I could overthink everything later.

Slowly I pressed the flat of my tongue against the underside of his shaft and dragged it up his length.

He moaned again and fisted his free hand.

Wanting more of those little moans, I licked all around his head like it was a lollipop, teasing and tasting and enjoying the slide of hot skin against my tongue.

“You’re driving me crazy.”

I grinned up at him and drew the head into my mouth, making sure to cover my teeth after what had happened last time.

I sucked hard and stroked my hand up and down his shaft.

“That’s it. So good.” He panted.

I popped off him and pulled one of his balls into my mouth.

“Holy shit.” He jerked his hips, and the globe fell out of my mouth.

“Good?” I asked cheekily.

“Too good.” He cleared his throat, staring down at me with lust-glazed eyes.

A rush of confidence moved through me. Feeling bold, I tongued his sac.

“Fuck,” he growled and bucked up out of my reach.

“You’re not behaving.” I pouted and licked a sexy-as-hell vein running the length of his shaft.

“Brat.” His voice was heavy with affection. “I’m trying to last more than a few seconds.”

“What if I don’t want you to last?” I stroked him a few times. “What if I want you to lose control?”

I’d noticed that while West was a generous and involved lover, he held a piece of himself back. Like he couldn’t completely let go.

“Trust me when I say you don’t want that.”

“Why not?” I flicked my tongue against the notch under his head.

“Fuck. Because.”

“Because why?” I dipped my tongue into his slit.

“Goddamn, fuck. Because I might hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me.” I kissed his tip, then licked his precum off my lips.

“I could.”

“So hurt me.”

“You don’t want that.”

“Don’t I?” Gently I bounced his balls with my fingers.

“No. You don’t.”

“You keep telling me to let go and trust you, but you won’t do the same with me.”

“I trust you.”

“Then trust yourself with me. A little pain isn’t the end of the world. I think I might like it.”

“Eli…” A hint of warning.

“Let’s test.”

I swallowed him as far down as I could, pushing past my gag reflex until I choked on him, my throat flexing around his head as I fought the urge to pull off.

“Holy shit!” He pulled me off him. “Eli.”

The wrecked way he said my name spurned me on. I dragged in a breath, then swallowed him down again.

His girth stretched my lips, and my jaw ached from how I had to keep my mouth open. His cockhead hurt as it pushed in too deep, and the spasms in my chest and throat as my body fought the invasion should have made me panic.

They didn’t.

For reasons I wasn’t ready to look at, I loved it. The pain, the sensation of being used, even choking, and feeling like I couldn’t breathe were hot as fuck.

“Fuck!” He snapped his hips up and drove his cock as deep as it could go.

I had to pull off to take another breath. Then I was right back on him.

He rolled his hips, moving in slow thrusts. Not too deep, but deep enough that I felt them. Deep enough to drive me wild.

He spread his legs wider and tilted his hips up. Did he want my finger?

Gingerly I touched his taint.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he purred. “Lower.”

Holy shit, he wanted me to touch his hole?

Still not believing this was happening, I slid my finger between his cheeks. He shifted lower on the chair, and my fingertip dragged over his entrance.

“Lube,” he grunted and pulled me off his dick.

“You want me to finger you?” I asked, unable to keep the shock out of my voice.

“Yeah. I like it.” He rocked his hips. His dick slapped against his abs. “You want me to lose control? That’s the quickest way to make it happen.”

Grinning, I turned and searched the desk for the bottle. I found it near his forgotten laptop and nearly swallowed my tongue when I turned back to him.

He sat in the chair with a smirk on his perfect lips. His legs were spread wide as he lazily stroked himself with one hand and held his phone with the other. He looked like a sex god.

“You don’t have to go slow. Just be gentle until you’re in. I like it hard.”

“Fuck.” My hands shook as I flipped open the cap and slicked up one finger.

“Two will get me there faster.”

“Fuuuuuuck.” I slicked up a second one. “This is so hot.”

He slid down a bit farther in the chair and lifted his knees, spreading his ass wide open for me. “Ready to make me come?”

“Fuck yeah.” I got up on my knees. “And you’d better not try to pull out like last time. I want all of it.”

His grin melted into a look of pure, primal need.

Not waiting for his answer, I drew his cockhead into my mouth and gave it a few lazy sucks.

Keeping half my attention on his cock, I pushed my finger between his cheeks and felt around until I found my destination.

He kept still as I circled his hole. I looked up at him to make sure he was still into it. He was staring at his phone screen.

Keeping my eyes on the camera, I pushed against his hole. It gave a bit, but I wasn’t able to breach him.

“Go harder. It won’t hurt.”

I did and popped through the ring of muscles and right down to the first knuckle.

He grunted and rocked his hips, fucking himself on my finger as he fucked my mouth.

I pushed deeper, then crooked my finger the way he had. The pad of it ran over something strange. Were those ridges?

“Fuck!” He snapped his hips up. “Fuck me. Give it to me hard.”

Holy shit, his dirty talk was going to be the end of me. I obeyed, thrusting my finger inside him as I kept searching for that spot. His cock was as hard as steel in my mouth, and the continuous stream of precum told me he was getting closer.

“Another,” he growled and carded his fingers through my hair. “Give me two.”

I worked the second one in, unable to take my eyes off him. He was so big and powerful over me, his face obscured by the camera as he filmed me. For some reason, that was hot as hell.

“You ready for me to lose control?” he snarled.

I couldn’t talk or nod with his cock in my mouth, so I moaned.

He gripped my hair tight and moved me over his dick. It didn’t hurt, but the force of him using me like a sex sleeve was so hot my cock throbbed and heat pooled in my balls.

I thrust my fingers into him as hard as I dared, nailing his prostate. He fucked my mouth like a man possessed. He had the wherewithal to keep pulling me off him so I could breathe before it became too much, and I was able to sink into the moment and focus all my attention on how much I wanted this. Wanted him.

“You ready for it?” he rasped.

I moaned again, and he yanked my head down at the same moment he ground down on my fingers.

“Keep fucking me.” He clenched and squeezed around me. “Fuck. Eli. God!”

The sound of my name in that lust-drenched voice was everything. He dropped his head back and let out the sexiest roar I’d ever heard. He pumped shot after shot of cum down my throat, and I eagerly swallowed him down. His ass ripped around my fingers, trying to hold me in place as I kept thrusting them, hitting his spot. He shook and shuddered in his chair.

Pleasure exploded deep in my body as I came, shooting in my pants like I had the night of our first kiss. Determined to make this as good as possible, I ignored my pleasure and focused on him, not wanting the moment to end.

“Too much.” He winced.

Carefully I pulled my fingers free and let his dick fall from my mouth.

“Wow.”

“Did I hurt you?” He stared down at me, his eyes wide and his cheeks flushed.

“Fuck no. That was the hottest thing ever.”

He laughed and flopped back in his chair.

My chest tightened at his euphoric reaction. West was always so in control, even after an orgasm. Seeing him let go and laugh touched something deep inside me. How many people did he show that side of himself to?

“Come up here.” He sat up and shimmied back into his chair. “I need my Eli cuddles.”

Trying not to think about how perfect the moment was, I climbed onto his lap and wrapped my arms around him.

“Did you enjoy that?” He pressed a kiss against my neck.

“Yeah. All of it was amazing. Fingering you was so hot.”

He slid one hand between us and cupped my soft cock.

“Did you come while you were blowing me?”

I nodded and pressed my face into his neck.

“You weren’t jerking off…”

I shook my head. Why was I so embarrassed? He’d liked it when I’d come while kissing him.

“God, that’s hot.” He hugged me tight.

We stayed locked together as the haze of our orgasms faded. Eventually, he pulled my face out of his neck and gave me a soft kiss. “I need to put my pants back on. The house is drafty, and my balls are getting a little frosty.”

I slid off him and shamelessly watched as he pulled his sweats on. His legs were incredible, with thick thighs and sculpted calves, and his ass was full and tight. Even after all these years, he still had a swimmer’s body.

“So, the passcode.”

He blinked, then laughed. “Shit. I forgot all about it.” He pulled the USB stick out of his pocket. “How illegal is this?”

“Depends.”

“That sounds ominous.” He sat down and pulled me on his lap again.

“It’s illegal, but if you’re not trying to hack into something big like the Federal Reserve, then you’ll be fine.”

“Can this hack into the Federal Reserve?” He sounded incredulous.

“No, you’d need more than that for a hack that complex.”

“Do I have to worry about the NSA busting in here and taking us down if I use it?”

I snickered. “Nope.”

“Good.” He scooted us closer to the desk and reached around me to wake up his laptop. The screen flared to life, and he stuck the stick into one of the USB slots.

“The FBI, maybe, since the NSA is an intelligence agency. The FBI handles cyber threats and does the raids.”

He stilled. “Not. Reassuring.”

“I’m kidding.” I rubbed his arm. “It’s a simple cracking program. It won’t leave any sort of footprint or digital residue.”

“Are you a hacker?” He dropped a kiss on my shoulder.

“No. I taught myself code, and I like to play around with stuff, but that’s as far as it goes. I coded this program to see if I could. This will be the first time I use it for anything nefarious.”

“Probably a good thing. I don’t think the world is ready for Eli the hacker.”

I chuckled and typed in the execute sequence. “Done.”

“Seriously?” He rested his chin on my shoulder.

“This program can crack any code that’s eleven digits or fewer instantly. Twelve or more take time, but it doesn’t get challenging until you hit seventeen.”

“I’m not feeling all that confident about my passwords now,” he mused and clicked a few keys as he navigated through what looked like a cloud storage program.

“That’s for a numbers-only code. Letters, numbers, and symbols really drive up the cracking times, especially when you throw in upper and lower case letters.”

“That’s slightly more reassuring. How long should my passwords be if I want to make it hard for someone to crack them?”

“Nine is good, but ten is better. Anything more is overkill if you’re not a high-value target.”

“How long would it take your program to crack eight? That seems to be the standard minimum.”

“Thirty-nine minutes.”

“That’s oddly specific and not at all scary. What’s the difference when you use nine or ten?”

“Nine would take approximately three weeks. Ten would be a minimum of five years. Eleven jumps things up to over four hundred years.”

“Looks like I’m changing all my passwords and upping them to ten characters.”

“Might be prudent. Are these the files for your father’s properties?” I asked.

“They are. Do the names make sense to you? They seem to be in some sort of code.”

“Yeah. He used a Caesar Cipher. That’s where you assign new values to the alphabet by shifting the letters by a set number.” I pointed to the screen. “He used a backward shift of three, which is harder to catch, but he messed up by using the word ‘house’ over and over. See how ELRPB is repeated? H is E, O is L, U is R, S is P, and E is B. Once you find the pattern, the rest is easy.”

“Your definition of easy is not the same as mine.” He pressed his lips against my shoulder. “Will he know if I access the files? I was going to download them to go over later, but if he coded the file names, then I wonder what else he’s using to protect them.”

“Give me a minute, and I’ll let you know.”

West rubbed his big hand over my stomach distractedly as I checked for added security.

“He’s protecting them, but it’s half-assed.” I clicked a few keys. “The code is ridiculously simple, especially for anyone with any sort of interest in ciphers or cryptography. He has a keylogger program running, but all it does is alert him that someone opened the files and records which ones. It doesn’t even track when someone accesses the program or looks around. It’s only on the files.”

“Is there a way around that?”

“Yup.” I set up a couple of workarounds, my fingers flying over the keys. “There. Now you can save any files you want.”

“Can you copy everything?”

“Sure. Just need to… There. Let me undo what I did, and I’ll show you where I stored them.”

“Your brain is incredible. Want to know interesting facts about narwhals? Ask Eli. Need a passcode cracked, a code broken, and some files cloned? Eli’s got you covered.”

“Did you know narwhals can live as long as fifty years and their tusk is actually a tooth?”

He chuckled and slipped one hand under my hoodie to stroke my stomach. “I did not. And I’ll never look at one the same now that I know that thing is a tooth and not a unicorn horn.”

“All the files are here.” I clicked on the link I’d added to a buried folder on his desktop. “I’ve also created a second storage, sort of a cloud in cloud if you will, where you can copy things you want to save and organize them. It’s best not to keep ill-gotten files on your laptop or a hard drive.”

“Another point I didn’t think of. You decoded them too? Awesome. I wasn’t looking forward to trying to figure out what each one meant.”

“It doesn’t look like the actual files are coded. Whatever is in here is important enough to hide, but it’s all surface-level stuff. Either his security team needs to be fired, or he didn’t think anyone would bother digging deeper once they saw the coded titles.”

“Probably the second one. My father is paranoid when it comes to security, and his team is the best of the best. I knew something was going on. I’m the property manager, yet I don’t have access to any of the property files beyond the repair logs and floor plans. And the files he does have are hidden behind a passcode and have all these random security layers meant to scare people away. That’s suspicious as fuck.”

“What do you think he’s hiding?”

“Not sure. I figured I’d find evidence of a shit ton of building code violations, but now I’m wondering what else there is.”

I hummed and snuggled back into his warmth.

“But enough about that for now.” He closed the laptop. “What do you think about watching something? We could use the big TV in the back living room.”

“That sounds fun.”

“Have you seen Wednesday?”

“I haven’t, but my roommates raved about it for months.”

“Want to watch a few episodes? I have another early day tomorrow, but I think some couch cuddles is exactly what we need.”

“Yeah. That sounds nice.”

He rubbed my hip, and I slid off his lap.

“My mom and stepdad say thank you for the groceries and cleaning their fridge.”

“Do they know I’m the one they’re thanking?” His voice was careful as he stood.

“No.” I flushed hot. “I told them my friend helped me.”

“I get it.” He stroked his hand through my hair. “I’m just glad I could help.”

“You do.” I swallowed down the lump rising in my throat.

“How about you put some clean pants on and I’ll get the show cued up?” He tilted my face up. “I imagine things are getting a little crusty down there.”

I snickered. As usual, he’d lightened the mood before I could get lost in my head. “Little bit.”

He pressed a quick kiss to my lips and patted my ass. “See you downstairs.”

I hurried out of his office and down the hall to his room. This would be the first time I watched a movie or show with someone where cuddles were involved. Was this an invitation for Netflix and chill? Did people still do that?

A part of me hoped it was, but another part of me loved that he wanted to cuddle with me at all. One thing about West I appreciated was how he never pushed for more. Touching, cuddling, even kissing was enough for him. He didn’t equate physical intimacy with sex like so many people did.

I’d never had someone I could touch or have any sort of casual intimacy with, and I hadn’t realized how much I’d love it. West was awakening all these sides of me I hadn’t known I had. Hopefully, I’d be able to shut them down when I didn’t have him anymore.