Chapter 27 - Karter #2
Outside, the cold hit hard after the sticky heat of the diner.
The street was dead quiet, storefronts dark, and only our footsteps could be heard on the salted sidewalk.
My championship medal was still around my neck, tucked under my hoodie, the metal warming against my chest. Aleksey walked close enough that our arms brushed on every other stride.
Halfway down the second block, I reached over and hooked my fingers into the hem of his jacket, just for a second. “I need to stop at my room first.”
He glanced at me. “Why?”
“I left something in my bag.”
His brow lifted, but he didn’t push it. Just nodded once and kept walking.
The hotel lobby was empty except for a night clerk who barely looked up from her phone when we took the stairs. Aleksey told me his room number and then peeled off at the third floor while I kept climbing to the fourth, my heartbeat kicking faster with every step.
My assigned hotel roommate was still back at the diner, and the room was dark when I entered.
So, I hurried over to flip on the light, unzipped my duffel, and dug past spare tape and compression shorts until my fingers closed around the small bottle of lube and the condom wrapper I’d tucked into the side pocket before the game.
I shoved them into my hoodie pocket and stood there for a second, breathing. The mirror caught my reflection and the winner’s medal around my neck. Slipping the medal off, I tossed it onto my bed on the way back out of the room.
The third-floor hallway was quiet, the carpet muffling my footsteps as I found Aleksey’s door. I knocked once, and it swung open before I could knock again. Aleksey grabbed the front of my hoodie, pulled me inside, and kicked the door shut behind us.
The room had two beds, one still made, the other already rumpled where I guess he’d been sitting waiting for me.
“Who’s your roommate?” I asked.
“Some sophomore kid.” Aleksey shuffled over to the door, worked the lock, and then bent down to peel off his left sock.
He cracked the door open just enough to hook the white cotton sock over the outside handle, then shut it and flipped the deadbolt.
“He’s out with the team. So he probably won’t be back for hours. ”
I watched him remove and toss his other sock toward his duffel. “What’s with the sock thing?”
“Sock on the door,” he said. “Hopefully, if he comes back early, he’ll see it and know the room’s busy and stay the hell out.”
I raised an eyebrow at him.
Aleksey shrugged. “Do you have a better idea?”
I shook my head. “Nope, I’m not complaining.”
He didn’t waste another second. Aleksey’s fist twisted in the front of my hoodie and he hauled me against his chest. When his mouth found mine, rough and searching, his tongue slid past my lips.
I could taste the sharp bite of whiskey from the diner as one of his hands slid up my spine under my shirt, fingers dragging over my bare skin.
I grabbed a fistful of his dark hair and pulled. And the low sound he made vibrated against my teeth.
His mouth left mine just long enough to drag wet and hot along my jaw. “I’ve been waiting all night to get you alone.”
“Same.”
He walked me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed. We went down together, the cheap comforter bunching under us as we shifted. I ended up straddling his hips, my knees bracketing his thighs, his hands already shoving my hoodie up and over my head.
I shoved his shoulders flat against the mattress and leaned over him, my hands planted on either side of his head.
“I want you to fuck me like you own me.”
His fingers dug into my hips. “Really?”
“Yes, right now,” I twisted, rocking my hips forward.
Aleksey chuckled. “Then I guess your wish is my command.”
I rocked my hips once again, dragging myself against the hard line of his cock through his jeans. It drew a low groan from his lips.
“You looked like a god out there tonight. Every time you checked some guy into the boards, I got harder.”
Aleksey’s throat bobbed. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“Good.” I sat up, pulled my hoodie over my head, and tossed it behind me, followed by my shirt underneath.
The hotel air hit my bare skin as I stayed straddling his lap and worked open the button of his jeans, then the zipper.
He lifted his hips so I could drag the denim down his thighs, his boxers following, until his cock sprang free and slapped against his stomach.
A moment later, I clumsily kicked off my own pants and briefs; the fabric tangling around my ankles before I shook them loose. Then I hastily grabbed the lube and condom from my hoodie pocket and tossed them onto the bed.
“Show me what you’ve got,” I said, reaching down between us to wrap my hand around him.
With one hand, I began stroking slowly, drawing another deep sound from Aleksey’s throat. With the other, I tore open the condom between my teeth and rolled it down his long, thick cock.
“Fuck, your hands feel good,” he muttered.
Still stroking him, I picked up the lube bottle and pressed it into his hand.
He poured lube over his fingers, tossed the bottle onto the mattress, and I shifted forward, bracing my knees wider. Aleksey’s slick hand slid between us. Two fingers pressed up inside me and I rocked down to meet them. He worked me open slowly, then added a third, his other hand balancing my hip.
I rocked on his fingers. “Stop teasing me.”
Reaching down, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and held him steady. Then I pressed the head against my entrance and eased myself onto Aleksey.
The stretch burned as his thick cockhead pushed past the first ring of muscle.
I paused a moment, breathing through it, my thighs already trembling as I hovered over him.
Another inch, and then another. I sank lower and lower until finally there was nowhere left to go, fully seated, his cock buried to the hilt inside my ass.
I stayed still for a breath, adjusting to the fullness, then planted my hands on his chest and started to move. Up, then down, a slow rhythm at first. His cock dragged against every inch of me on the pull out, then filled me all over again on the drop.
And then my pace quickened.
I rode him harder, thighs burning, my ass slapping against his hips with each bounce.
Aleksey’s hands slid up my ribs, thumbs scraping over my nipples. The rough drag of his calloused skin sent a jolt straight down my spine, and I sucked in a sharp breath.
“That’s it. Bounce on it.” His voice came out shattered, barely more than a rasp. “Do you love having my dick deep in your ass?”
“Yes! I love it, Aleks.” I slowed the pace, grinding down in tight circles instead of bouncing, and dropped forward as Aleksey sat up a little to meet me. I caught his mouth with mine in a sloppy kiss. “And I’m yours,” I whispered against his lips. “Always.”
At that, his hands clamped down on my hips, and he thrust up hard from underneath, burying himself deeper. I gasped and pushed upright again, bracing my palms on his chest as I picked the rhythm back up. My thighs screamed, but I rode him faster, slamming myself down to meet every buck of his hips.