He was right.
I moved forward, walking him backward until the bookshelves stopped him. The lack of sleep was making my knees weak. So, dropping my usual stance, I let my full weight crash into him, using his body and the shelves to keep myself standing.
The shift brought us flush together. When I pinned his hips to the wood, he gasped, his body arching forward instinctively. And the movement brought the thick, hard ridge of his cock right against my thigh.
Every warning siren in my head flatlined. Instead of backing off, a selfish, dark curiosity took over, daring me to see how far this could go.
Pulling my hand from beneath his hoodie, I slid my palm up to grip his jaw.
“Tell me to let go.”
Karter tilted his head back. The column of his throat was pale and unmarked. “No.”
“You’re making a mistake.”
“Then stop me.”
A beat of silence. Neither of us moved.
His hand slid up my chest. Not pushing. Testing. “You talk too much.”
The kiss landed hard enough to split the scab on my lip, but the sting barely registered. I bit his lower lip and copper flooded my tongue.
Karter didn’t pull away from our kiss; he just gripped my shoulders tighter, his nails biting through the thin cotton of my shirt. When I drove my thigh up between his legs, pinning him, he hitched a breath into my mouth, immediately rocking his hips forward into the friction.
A recklessness flooded my mind, and I didn’t bother being gentle. Instead, my hand just gripped his bare stomach to feel his muscles flinch and tighten under my fingertips.
“More, Aleks,” he muttered, breaking the kiss just enough to speak. His breath came hot against my lips.
I didn’t answer with words. I simply kissed him again, deeper this time, my tongue pushing past his teeth. Meanwhile, his hands slid down my back to pull me tighter against him as the shelf creaked behind him from the force.
My hand, already resting on his stomach, slid lower until I was cupping his bulging cock through the thick fabric of his jeans. He was hard, no doubt, straining against the zipper, and I squeezed his dick just enough to make him groan.
The sound seemed to vibrate through my body.
Karter pushed up into my hand, seeking more, his fingers tangling in my hair to hold me close.
“You’re losing it,” I rasped against his throat, my teeth grazing the skin just to feel the erratic jump of his heartbeat.
“So are you,” he breathed out. The words were shaky, but his body wasn’t. His hand slid down to grip my hip, anchoring me there as he ground himself aggressively against my thigh.
The contact felt too good. My cock was hard too, aching from the press of his body against mine.
I forced myself back a few inches, both of us still breathing hard. The heat of the moment cleared, and the risk of what I was doing slapped me in the face.
I was one step away from ruining everything... all for a legacy kid.
“This is a mistake,” I muttered. I kept my jaw tight so my voice wouldn’t shake. “You’re convenient. Don’t read anything into this.”
Karter stared up at me. I could see in his eyes that he clearly didn’t buy the lie for a second. Instead, his hands reached up and grabbed the back of my neck.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to,” he said.
The quiet permission snapped the last thread of my control.
He dragged me right back down. A low grunt escaped my throat against his shoulder. My restraint was entirely gone. I bit into his neck, pinning his hips hard against the shelves, letting the heat of the moment completely take over once again.
I grabbed his wrist and then forced his hand lower. With my free hand, I undid my jeans, yanking the zipper down. Pushing my underwear out of the way, I wrapped his bare hand firmly around my cock.
