We reach Stratton Tower, and I’m sure my heart is going to beat right out of my chest. I fumble the keycard at the building entrance because my hands are shaking from nerves and alcohol andwant. Dmitri’s thumb strokes over my knuckles once, steadying me without a word.
We make it up the stairs, stumbling a little on the climb to the third floor, then we’re at my room and the door is unlocked. Before I can push it open, Dmitri’s hand closes over mine on the knob.
“Eric,” he whispers, eyes wild around the edges as they search mine. “Are you… are yousure?”
My hand wraps around the nape of his neck, and I drag him down until we’re so close I can taste the punch of alcohol on his breath.
“I’m positive,” I whisper back.
He closes the distance between us, and the moment his lips land on mine, heat floods my entire body in a rush. I can’t even breathe as my heart slams against my sternum. The kiss is nothing more than his lips pressed against mine, but already, everything is so different.
Stubble scratching against my face.
The strength of his arm as it bands around my middle.
Hissizeas he scoops me closer, handling me like I weigh nothing and tucking me against his giant body.
I’m surrounded by his woody body wash and the leftover bleed of the alcohol on his breath, and my fingers weave into his hair like I’m feeling it for the first time. Dmitri shudders and steps closer, pinning me against the doorframe as his lips finally start to move.
He’s soft at first, like he’s afraid he’ll break me, but I have no such restraint. I claw at his hair and fist his shirt, and kiss him like this is my only chance to have him
God, I hope this isn’t my only chance.
“Eric,” he murmurs as he tries to back away, but I hold on tighter, terrified he’s already changed his mind. He backs up enough for his eyes to meet mine, and they soften with whatever he finds on my face. “Baby, we’re in the hallway.”
My haze clears long enough to register his words, and I glance around at the abandoned corridor. Dmitri chuckles as he leans in and presses his lips to mine once more, then I gasp as he lifts me right off the ground.
“Dmitri!” I hiss as he steps into my room and kicks the door shut behind him, and I groan at what the display of dominance does to me. Every step shifts his leg against my cock, and the heat that had died down in my uncertainty flares back to life in a heartbeat.
He steps into the double room, where twin beds flank the space. One is mine, covered in notebooks from my earlier study session. The other only has an assortment of clothes tossed over the edge, evidence of where I was frantically trying to decide what to wear tonight.
He carries me to the empty bed, stumbling a little as he drops me onto it rougher than he intends. My back hits the mattress with a bounce, and he mutters a curse and freezes with his wide eyes on mine.
I choke on a quiet laugh, and the tension dissolves. He flashes me a gorgeous dimpled grin before hismouth drops back to mine. In the privacy of the room the kiss loses every trace of hesitation. His tongue slides against mine, tasting of vodka and getting me drunk on another sort of drug. I open for him desperately, hands twisting in the front of his hoodie to pull him down on top of me.
He follows without resistance, settling between my thighs. A broken sound rips out of my throat as his weight presses against my aching cock, and I rock my hips to chase the sensation. Fabric scrapes over my sensitive skin, and the friction is almost too much. I arch up into him, grinding hard in my search for more.
“Fuck—Dmitri—” My voice cracks on his name, and the words come out ragged. “Please—”
He pulls back just enough to look at me. “I’m going to take such good care of you,” he says, eyes hooded as he slowly grinds against me. “Gonna make sure you never forget what I do to you.”
“Always with the promises,” I whisper, fighting back a rush of emotion so potent, it makes me want to cry.
“Always,” he agrees. “What do you need, Eric?” His voice is low, calm, and controlled in a way that makes my head spin harder.
One hand braces beside my head while the other slides down my side, fingers tracing the line of my ribsthrough the hoodie. Every inch he covers feels like fire under the fabric.
I can’t think.
Can’t form anything coherent.
All I know is his heat burning through our clothes and his weight pinning me down. The fabric feels abrasive now as I rock my hips, and the contrast of rough cloth against the slickness gathering at the tip of my cock makes me whimper.
“Touch me,” I beg, the words spilling out before I can stop them. “Please, I need… needyou—fuck, Dmitri, please!”
He exhales roughly through his nose, like he’s holding himself back by a thread before his palm slides down my chest. He maps every inch, teasing and squeezing as my hoodie bunches under his fingers. The soft cotton drags over my nipples, sending sparks straight to my groin as another damp rush of precum spreads hot over my skin.
When he reaches the waistband of my jeans he pauses, thumb brushing the sensitive skin just above the button. It’s light, almost reverent, but it makes my hips jerk up anyway.
