Then he snapped.
He grabbed a thick handful of my shirt and drove me backward. My shoulders hit the solid wood of the door behind me hard enough to rattle the frame.
Then his mouth crashed down on mine. There was nothing careful about it. It was pure and desperate. I gripped the fabric of his shirt and pulled him flush against me, matching his rough energy to prove I was right where I wanted to be.
“You don’t get to make these calls for me,” Aleksey muttered against my mouth. He pressed in closer, pinning me to the wood with his full weight. “You don’t get to just decide.”
“Too late,” I breathed back. “I already did. Deal with it.”
He grabbed my waist to spin us around, but his boot caught on the strap of my stray hockey bag. We stumbled hard, Aleksey’s shoulder slamming right into the slanted attic ceiling. He let out a sharp breath and swore.
“Watch the roof,” I chuckled, catching my balance against his chest.
“Damn it, you should walk away from this,” Aleksey said. He ignored the joke entirely. Instead, his hands grabbed the hem of my shirt, yanking it up and over my head in one rough motion. “Save yourself.”
I let the shirt drop to the floor. “You are literally stripping me right now, Aleks. I am not going anywhere.”
A light chuckle caught in his throat. His forehead dropped against mine, breath hot and uneven. “Good boy.” The words scraped out low, almost broken. “My stubborn, reckless good boy.” His hands were already at my waistband, tugging my sweats down.
I reached for him, fingers slipping into his waistband. “You keep saying that like I’m going to apologize for it.”
He groaned in his throat when my hand curled around his growing erection, slow at first, then firmer. His hips rocked forward. A frustrated sound escaped him before he gripped my wrist to stop my hand. “Are you trying to drive me insane?”
“Yes,” I whispered the word against his mouth.
A beat later, I pulled my hand free and twisted toward the desk, blindly yanking the drawer open. A textbook crashed to the floorboards as I dug around inside until my fingers closed around the small bottle of lube.
Turning back, I shoved it firmly against Aleksey’s chest. “Now shut up and fuck me.”
Aleksey looked down at the bottle I had pressed against him. When he looked back up at me, the pupils of his eyes were blown out.
“Right here?” His voice dropped an octave. “Now?”
“Unless you need to check your schedule first,” I grinned.
Aleksey let out a ragged breath, then he grabbed the bottle from my hand and fumbled with the cap. Popping the top open, he squeezed way too much of it onto his fingers.
I quickly shoved my jeans and boxers down to my ankles and kicked them away to free my legs. Meanwhile, Aleksey didn’t waste a single second. Stepping in close, he pushed me flat against the door and hiked one of my legs up around his waist as he shifted us both around in order to get the right angle.
“Last chance,” he said. His voice sounded harsh as one of his fingertips brushed my hole. “Tell me to stop.”
“Don’t you dare.”
A single slick finger pushed inside me, and I gasped at the stretch, my head falling back against the door. It burned, but I wanted more, so I rocked against his hand to urge him on.
“You’re so impatient,” he said. Adding a second digit, the rough friction worked me open while his free hand braced on the door beside my head. “Always so ready.”
“For you? Yeah.”
His fingers pulled free, leaving me clenching around nothing. Snatching the bottle back up, he squeezed a thick glob of lube straight onto his cock, stroking it over his own erection. Slick sounds filled the air as excess dripped down his hand and onto the floor.
Lining himself up against my entrance, the blunt pressure of Aleksey’s cock teased at my dark hole while we stayed locked together. And then his grip on my thigh tightened before thrusting forward, burying himself deep in one harsh motion without easing up.
A breathless “yes” escaped me. The sudden stretch burned sharp and full, making me gasp and clutch at him. My nails dug into his shoulders while I held on tight, and every inch of his dick filled me until there was nothing else.
“Karter,” Aleksey growled. He pulled back and thrust in again, hard. “God, you feel so good around my dick.”
I bit my lip to keep quiet, but a moan slipped out, anyway. “Harder, Aleks.”
