Chapter 24 - Aleksey #3
Grinding my teeth, I gripped the hem of the gray hoodie and yanked the thick material over his head.
Karter tossed the fabric into the corner.
Pressing my body against him, we never made it to the bed.
Instead, holding him against the wall, I traced the hard lines of his sides through his t-shirt and kissed him.
“I need you,” I growled. Pressing my hips against him, I dragged my palms down and around to grip his ass.
Karter grinned against my mouth, his fingers digging into my sides as he kissed me back hard. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it over my head, tossing it aside. “Yeah? Then prove it.” His voice came out teasing, but his eyes stayed locked on mine, serious underneath.
I tugged his shirt up and off, exposing his bare torso, the lean muscles there tight from all those hours at the gym. My hands roamed over his abs, feeling the hard ridges flex under my palms.
He was perfect; every inch of him was built like he was made only for me.
I leaned in, kissing down his neck while undoing his jeans, shoving them down his legs along with his boxers.
He shook them off, standing there naked, his already hard cock pressing against my thigh.
I stepped back just enough to look, taking him in: his firm pecs rising and falling, and his dick thick and ready.
“God, you’re hot,” I muttered as I stripped off my own jeans and boxers, tossing them onto the growing pile on the floor.
He smirked, eyes raking over my body, his hand reaching out to trace my abs, fingers lingering on the skin there.
“Look who’s talking.” He pulled me close again, our bare skin flush, our dicks rubbing together as he ground against me.
“I’ve been thinking about this, about you, nonstop.
” His nails scraped lightly down my back, sending a shiver through me.
I gripped his lean hips, pulling him tighter, feeling every hard line of him against me. “Me too. Your body... fuck, it drives me crazy.” I rocked against him, my knee sliding between his legs, ready to pin him there and take what I’d been missing.
He caught my wrists, holding them firm, his chest rising and falling fast. “Wait.” He nodded toward the nightstand, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. “I haven’t got any lube here. Unless you brought some?”
I let out a frustrated breath, but my arousal didn’t drop one iota. “Shit. Fine.” I loosened my grip, but he didn’t let go of my wrists right away, his thumbs rubbing circles on my skin, as if he were testing me.
Karter’s eyes flicked down, then back up, a small smile tugging at his mouth. He released my wrists and slowly dropped to his knees. He looked up at me, one hand trailing up my thigh. “Guess we’ll improvise.” His voice had that easy edge, like he was challenging me to stop him.
He wrapped his hand around my dick, stroking firm and slow at first, his grip tight enough to make me hiss.
I felt a bead of pre-cum leak from the tip of my cock, slicking his palm as he worked me.
Eyes still on mine, he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to lap at the head, tasting me, before he took me into his mouth.
He sucked a little harder, the wet heat of his mouth wrapping around me.
My balls tightened right away as he bobbed on my cock, taking more.
I wanted to grab his head and fuck into that perfect mouth, thrust hard and fast until I unloaded everything down his throat.
The urge to do just that made my hips twitch forward on their own, but I bit down hard and held back, gripping the wall behind me instead.
No way was I finishing quickly. I needed to drag this out and feel every second.
A loud groan escaped as my head dropped back against the wall with a thud. Tangling my fingers in his light brown hair, I held Karter steady and pushed forward just a little, craving more of that tightness without giving in fully. “Jesus, Karter... just like that.”
He hummed around me, the vibration of it sending a jolt up my spine that made my cock twitch. His free hand squeezed my hip, pulling me deeper, his rhythm picking up. Dropping my head back, I gazed down and watched him take me in over and over with each long slurp.
“I love you,” I rasped, voice thick, my fingers tightening in his hair to tilt his head back slightly. “Should’ve said it before.”
Karter pulled off my dick with a wet pop, lips swollen and red, but his hand still stroked me steadily. He rested his chin on my stomach and stared up.
“Say that again.” He raised a defiant-looking eyebrow, but his thumb brushed over my skin, softening the demand. His mouth hung half agape as he looked up at me.
Gripping his hair tighter, I guided his head back slightly and locked my gaze on his. Shifting my hips forward just enough to tease, I brushed the sensitive tip of my cock against his swollen lips. The hot wash of his breath sent a shiver through my groin.
He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to lick the leaking head. I hissed at the contact. “I love you, Karter.” Shifting my cock back an inch, I chuckled as I watched him chase the movement and lap at it again. “And I am not walking away from you.”