“It wouldn’t take much,” he says, voice rough. “Watching you come… the way you shook, the sounds you made…fuck, Eric.”
I turn my face into his neck, my tongue dragging up the column of his throat as his pulse hammers under my lips. “Want you,” I mumble against his skin. “Want you inside me. Please.”
His whole body tenses. His cock jerks against my thigh, hard enough that I feel it through the denim. “Eric—”
“I’m serious.” My voice cracks on the words, and I pull back just enough to look at him. “I’m tired of running. Tired of pretending this isn’t happening. I want you. I want you to fuck me. Right now.Please.”
He stares at me, chest heaving, eyes searching mine like he’s looking for any sign of doubt. There isn’t any. Just raw, aching want.
“It’s too soon,” he argues, though his voice is thin and the argument weak. “We’re both drunk. I don’t want—”
“I don’t care,” I cut in. My hips roll again, grinding shamelessly into his hand. “I don’t care if it’s messy. I don’t care if we regret it tomorrow. I just… Ineedyou. Need to feel you. Please, Dmitri. I’ve waited so long.”
“Willyou regret it tomorrow?” he asks.
“Will you?” I counter.
His breath shudders out of him, and his hand flexes around my cock once in a possessive hold before he releases me. He sits back on his heels, looking down at me sprawled beneath him. I’m a fucking mess, and I know it. My hoodie is rucked up and my jeans open, my boxer briefs are soaked, and my cock lies flushed and leaking against my stomach.
“Fuck,” he breathes. His fingers trail down my sternum, tracing the line and making every muscle in my stomach jump. “You’re sure?”
“Yes.” I reach for him, fingers hooking in his belt loops to tug him back down. “Please.”
He exhales hard, then nods once. “Okay. But I don’t have supplies.”
“My drawer,” I rasp, nodding toward the nightstand. “There’s… stuff. I think.”
He leans over me, stretching to open the drawer. His cock brushes my stomach through his jeans andI moan at the contact, hips jerking up to chase it. He digs around before muttering a curse, then sinks back to look at me again.
His eyes are unfocused for a moment until he shakes his head. “I can’t find anything.”
“Then we’ll do without,” I argue.
He surges up, grabs my hips, and flips me so my back hits the wall with a soft thud. Before I can catch my breath he’s on me again—mouth crashing into mine and hands sliding under my hoodie to grip bare skin. His palms are hot against my sides, fingers digging in just enough to bruise.
He kisses me like he’s starving, tongue thrusting deep and teeth grazing my lower lip. One hand slides down to palm my ass and pull me flush against him. His cock grinds against mine and I cry out against his lips, hips bucking helplessly.
“Dmitri,please…”
He breaks the kiss, breathing hard against my mouth before climbing off the bed. “I’m going to my room so I don’t hurt you,” he says, walking to the door and pausing with his hand on the knob. “Lube… whatever else we need… I’ll get… I’ll be right back.”
My chest heaves as I nod. He looks at me one last time, then slips out into the hallway. The door clicks shut behind him, and I’m left leaning against the wall,heart slamming and body humming. Waiting for him to come back and make good on every promise.
Chapter 11
Istayexactlywherehe left me—leaning against the wall, jeans still open, hair and skin a mess. My heart is hammering so hard I can feel it in my fingertips, in my throat, in my cock where it’s still half-hard and leaking against mystomach.
The room feels too quiet after the party noise. Too still. I can hear the faint hum of the mini-fridge, the distant thump of bass from Kappa Sigma three blocks away, and the soft tick of the wall clock I never noticed before.
I miss him already, so much that I’m half tempted to chase him down the hallway just to see him again.
One minute goes by.
Five.
Adrenaline fades, and it leaves me buzzing. I push off the wall on shaky legs and tug my boxer briefs and jeans back up, wincing at the cold, tacky mess against my skin, but smiling a little anyway. God, that was… intense. I pace to the window and look out at the dark quad, then back to the door, listening in the hallway for footsteps.
Any second now he’ll walk in with that crooked smile. He’ll tease me about how fast I came, then pull me close again. We’ll laugh about the mess, clean up together, and I’ll finally get to touch him and taste him. We’ll go slower this time, and I can learn every sound he makes when it’s just us.
