“Who’s your roommate?” I asked.
“Some sophomore kid.” Aleksey shuffled over to the door, worked the lock, and then bent down to peel off his left sock. He cracked the door open just enough to hook the white cotton sock over the outside handle, then shut it and flipped the deadbolt. “He’s out with the team. So he probably won’t be back for hours.”
I watched him remove and toss his other sock toward his duffel. “What’s with the sock thing?”
“Sock on the door,” he said. “Hopefully, if he comes back early, he’ll see it and know the room’s busy and stay the hell out.”
I raised an eyebrow at him.
Aleksey shrugged. “Do you have a better idea?”
I shook my head. “Nope, I’m not complaining.”
He didn’t waste another second. Aleksey’s fist twisted in the front of my hoodie and he hauled me against his chest. When his mouth found mine, rough and searching, his tongue slid past my lips. I could taste the sharp bite of whiskey from the diner as one of his hands slid up my spine under my shirt, fingers dragging over my bare skin.
I grabbed a fistful of his dark hair and pulled. And the low sound he made vibrated against my teeth.
His mouth left mine just long enough to drag wet and hot along my jaw. “I’ve been waiting all night to get you alone.”
“Same.”
He walked me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed. We went down together, the cheap comforter bunching under us as we shifted. I ended up straddling his hips, my knees bracketing his thighs, his hands already shoving my hoodie up and over my head.
I shoved his shoulders flat against the mattress and leaned over him, my hands planted on either side of his head.
“I want you to fuck me like you own me.”
His fingers dug into my hips. “Really?”
“Yes, right now,” I twisted, rocking my hips forward.
Aleksey chuckled. “Then I guess your wish is my command.”
I rocked my hips once again, dragging myself against the hard line of his cock through his jeans. It drew a low groan from his lips.
“You looked like a god out there tonight. Every time you checked some guy into the boards, I got harder.”
Aleksey’s throat bobbed. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“Good.” I sat up, pulled my hoodie over my head, and tossed it behind me, followed by my shirt underneath. The hotel air hit my bare skin as I stayed straddling his lap and worked open the button of his jeans, then the zipper. He lifted his hips so I could drag the denim down his thighs, his boxers following, until his cock sprang free and slapped against his stomach.
A moment later, I clumsily kicked off my own pants and briefs; the fabric tangling around my ankles before I shook them loose. Then I hastily grabbed the lube and condom from my hoodie pocket and tossed them onto the bed.
“Show me what you’ve got,” I said, reaching down between us to wrap my hand around him.
With one hand, I began stroking slowly, drawing another deep sound from Aleksey’s throat. With the other, I tore open the condom between my teeth and rolled it down his long, thick cock.
“Fuck, your hands feel good,” he muttered.
Still stroking him, I picked up the lube bottle and pressed it into his hand.
He poured lube over his fingers, tossed the bottle onto the mattress, and I shifted forward, bracing my knees wider. Aleksey’s slick hand slid between us. Two fingers pressed up inside me and I rocked down to meet them. He worked me open slowly, then added a third, his other hand balancing my hip.
I rocked on his fingers. “Stop teasing me.”
Reaching down, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and held him steady. Then I pressed the head against my entrance and eased myself onto Aleksey.
The stretch burned as his thick cockhead pushed past the first ring of muscle. I paused a moment, breathing through it, my thighs already trembling as I hovered over him. Another inch, and then another. I sank lower and lower until finally there was nowhere left to go, fully seated, his cock buried to the hilt inside my ass.
