He worked me hard, his grip slick and unrelenting. I couldn’t even catch my breath. Short, desperate gasps just kept slipping out of me. I was so close. And the sharp ache of his teeth in my shoulder mixed with the intense friction, drove me out of my head and pushed me right to the edge.
“Keep watching yourself,” Aleksey commanded, his voice rough in my ear. His grip tightened. “Watch yourself coming for me.”
I followed the order without thinking. Kept my eyes on the mirror. Tension snapped inside me, my orgasm crashing through in hot, pulsing waves. I spilled white liquid over Aleksey’s fist in thick spurts, my hips bucking forward into his hand. In the reflection, my face twisted, mouth falling open in a gasp, eyes squeezing half-shut as my body jerked and shook through it.
Aleksey followed ten seconds later. The groan he let out stayed buried against my neck, his fingers digging hard into my hip as he grunted against my back. He pumped his fist fast, then let go, his cum splashing onto the black rubber floor mat next to my leg. His broad frame slumped against me right after, dropping his full weight onto my shoulders. For a while we just breathed hard, the mirror throwing back two bodies tangled in the dark.
Aleksey then dropped onto his back on the matte-black rubber floor. A moment later, I followed him, collapsing right onto the cool surface beside him. I lay there trying to catch my breath, feeling my cock rapidly soften against my thigh.
Normally, this was the exact moment Aleksey would shut down, zip up his pants, and leave. But when I turned my head, I caught him watching me.
“Aleks?” I whispered, and in that moment, the exhausting tension I’d been carrying around all semester just dissolved into the rubber mat.
Because Aleksey didn’t look away, and he didn’t run.
Chapter 12 - Aleksey
Three minutes passed while I stared up at the ceiling tiles. I kept waiting for the instinct to bolt to hit, but it didn’t come. Instead, my back stuck flat against the matte-black floor of the varsity recovery room.
Usually, I checked out after sex. Fucking was just fucking. You get off, you zip up, you leave. Letting it mean something was how you got stupid, and stupid meant losing the scholarship.
So, lying here next to Karter should have set off every alarm in my head. Instead, it was just... silence.
I turned my head. Karter had his hands resting lightly on his stomach. He was watching me.
“Aleks?” Karter said.
“Hey.” My throat was dry.
He shifted on the matte-black floor. Opened his mouth. Closed it. “This is all new to me.”
I frowned. “New how? Sneaking into the recovery room at night?”
“Any of it. All of it.” Karter didn’t look away. “You’re my first.”
“Huh?” My lungs stalled out. I pushed up on my elbow and looked down at him. “First guy you’ve been with?”
“First anyone, really.”
He said it like it was nothing, just a fact. My fingers curled into fists against the rubber mat. Karter could have his pick of girls at Ridge Cross. Girls with the same trust fund and the same pedigree.
“Bullshit.”
Karter frowned. “Why would I joke about that?”
“Look at you.” I waved a hand at him. “Thought all you Johnston’s could get girls lining up for you.”
He shrugged as he lay on the floor. “That was always Elliot’s thing. He gets the attention. I just coast.”
“Bullshit.”
“It’s true.” Karter turned his head to face me. “Nobody really paid attention to me like that. Not until you.” He paused, studying me. “What about you?”
I dropped my head back against the floor and looked at the ceiling again. “I’ve slept around.”
Karter went dead still.
“Mostly girls,” I said. “And a couple of guys. Nothing that ever got talked about again.”
