Chapter 19 - Karter #2
Aleksey’s expression flickered, the anger breaking for half a second into something rawer. “So he gave them the hazing angle.”
“Without knowing what he was handing over.” I held his gaze. “I set it straight in the hallway. Told him the truth.”
“And?”
“He walked away.”
Aleksey let out a harsh, breathless laugh that carried zero humor. He stepped toward me, stopping inches away. “You’re a Johnston. I thought you were supposed to know how to play the system. Yet you just nuked your family rep and your spot on the roster. And for what?”
“Guess I must have taken one too many hits to the head,” I joked.
He didn’t smile. “I am already suspended, Karter. Corby benched me. They are building a case to expel me right fucking now.”
Benched. Friday. The Chicago scouts would sit in those stands and watch an empty slot on the roster where Aleksey should have been. His one shot gone.
“I know.”
“Then why are you trying to set your own life on fire?”
I stepped closer, forcing him to look down at me. “Because you are not alone in this,” I told him, looking him straight in the eye. “And I am not giving you up.”
Aleksey simply stared down at me. He looked like a guy backed entirely into a corner, trying to figure out how to fight his way out.
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.”
My other leg was lifted and locked around his waist too. The door rattled behind us with each snap of his hips as we collided deeper. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me up as he drove forward without mercy. His breath came in sharp grunts against my ear.
I locked both legs around him, pulling him even deeper as every thrust sent sparks through me. That built a tight coil in my gut. My back slid slightly against the door with each movement. His body supported most of my weight now. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. “Please.”
He kissed me again, messy and desperate, his tongue sliding against mine, before he pulled his head back. “We’re going to get caught.”
“Good.”
Matt could return any second, but neither of us could stop.
“I’m almost there,” Aleksey said hoarsely against my neck. “I’m almost—”
His rhythm started to falter, his hips snapping faster and more erratic as I felt his control slip.
His muscles tensed under my hands as he gripped my hips tighter, letting go of any restraint.
Every desperate slam into me seemed to match the frantic pounding of my heart, making me buck against him, starving for more.
The intensity ramped up so fast that my vision started to blur. Every punishing thrust pushed me to the absolute limit, building a pressure in my groin that made my breath hitch and my muscles clench tight around him.
A few moments later, Aleksey went completely rigid against me, and a choked groan tore from his throat as he drove into me with one final, bruising thrust, pinning his hips flush against mine.
He held himself there, grinding slow and deep while I felt him throb inside me, his cock pulsing as he finally let go and flooded me with his hot cum.
The feeling of him spilling inside pushed me right over the edge.
Untouched, from the sheer intensity alone, my climax hit hard as a choked cry tore out of me.
My body stuttered against his, shocks of pleasure ripping through my gut while my dick jumped and spurted hot white ropes between us, soaking wet patches into the front of Aleksey’s shirt.
I bit down hard on his shoulder to muffle the sound, my hips jerking against him until my legs were shaking.
When my thigh muscles finally gave out, I unhooked my ankles from his back.
Aleksey loosened his grip just enough to slip his cock free before we slid down the door together and hit the floorboards in a heap.
The cold attic floor stung my bare ass, but the only thing I could focus on was the ragged sound of us gasping for breath.
I pressed my forehead to his sweat-dampened skin. “This is probably going to blow up in our faces,” I muttered, my voice still rough from trying to catch my breath. I closed my eyes, tightening my grip on him. “But I just don’t care anymore.”
Aleksey didn’t reply. He just let out a ragged, exhausted breath against my neck and kept his arms locked around me, holding on like I was the only thing keeping him together.