12. Rurik
TWELVE
RURIK
Ifully expect Ash to shove me away the second I kiss him, but he doesn’t, and after a few seconds, his lips move, and he kisses me back!
Is this really working? I’m impressed with myself. No one should let me be this powerful. Honestly. But I’m not going to stop. I’ve never wanted anything more in my fucking life and that’s saying something because I really want to kill my father.
If I could have predicted how good he’d taste, I probably would have done some unspeakable things to get Ash to kiss me before this.
“Now, was that so hard?” I say when we break apart breathing hard.
“Fuck off.” He barely gets the words out.
“That’s not a no.” I know he wants it.
He can’t fool me. I felt it.
“It was hard.” Is this a sherd of truth?
“Yeah, I am.” I rock into him to drive my point home, sneaking in a nibble of his lips. “Want to feel it now that we got kissing out of the way?”
“I wasn’t aware kissing was something we got out of the way.” He sucks on his lower lip in the cutest way and I groan.
“You’re the one with rules.” I force my thumb between his lips, prying them apart to thrust my tongue back inside his mouth.
I’m so drunk on him, and I haven’t even been drinking.
“Things have an order,” he manages to say between kisses.
“Do they? I think all that crap is just made up by people who like to ruin joy.” If he doesn’t stop me I’m going to fucking eat him alive right here.
“Kissing is a conspiracy to ruin joy?” he asks, like I’m the one being weird.
“No, order and the ‘right way to do things’ are conspiracies to ruin joy. You can touch my dick before kissing me, and I will like it.” I’ll like anything he does.
“Who said I want to?” His defensiveness is adorable.
“The lips say no, but the cock says yes. So I’m going to believe my friend down here in your pants.” I grab his cock, which, like I predicted, is straining against his zipper. Watching the war in his eyes only makes me want to double my effort. I know I’m winning. “Look how hard you are already.”
He closes his lips, trying to swallow his groan, but I pry them back open, clashing our mouths.
“Don’t fucking hide your sounds from me.”
“I won’t reward you for your untoward advances.” Is he teasing me?
“Are you trying to make me behave, baby?” I nip his chin barely restraining myself from stripping him right here.
“I’m not your baby.”
“You’re kissing me in public with your dick in my hand, so I’m going to say you’re wrong about that.” I squeeze it, wanting it in my mouth.
He visibly stiffens, going to ice, and I am losing him. But over what? He’s real serious about this closet he’s in. Hate to tell him it’s fucking glass. “We should take this someplace else.”
Maybe I’m not fully losing him?
“The bushes are right there…” I stroke him, wanting to keep up his urgency.
“You expect me to roll around in the bushes with you? Have you lost your mind?” He recoils even more.
I guess I’ll add dirt to his list of aversions. Which actually seems fitting considering what else I know about him.
I shove my tongue into his mouth, so he has to mumble half his words around it, and I’m not sorry. He growls in frustration, and maybe that would scare some guys off, but it just makes me want him more. I attack his mouth, taking all he’ll let me have and more.
“I’m happy to sneak into your window again, if that’s what gets you going.” I kiss him between words, not ready to let him out of my sight or hands yet.
But it’s not working. Urgency isn’t what’s getting him. He’s is turning to wood in my arms, and not the happy fun-time wood. The inflexible I’m going to run away again type of solid mass. I need to course correct.
I can’t take him back to my place. My brothers will have my ass for hooking up with a prospect. Where the fuck can we go?
“Can’t we just go into the Vault?” His gaze flicks behind me.
“Baby, are you trying to use me?”
“No! I would never. How would that even be using you?!” Ash clearly doesn’t understand I’m joking.
“Only members are allowed, and I’m teasing you. Going inside wouldn’t help you get in.” I take a huge risk by popping the button on his slacks, but what can I say? I’m a risk taker, and I need to feel his dick. “But it could get you banned.”
“I see.” He’s not giving me anything, and I’m about to get on my knees and swallow his dick right here in the middle of the quad. But I’m guessing that would freak him out, so I need another plan.
Where can we go?
He makes another of his delicious sounds, and the two brain cells I have left for coherent thought are derailed, replaced by only lust. He’s going to be lucky if he survives this, because I want to crack him open and drink down whatever the fuck addictive substance he is made of. Or his cum. Maybe both.
“We should slow down.” He grabs my wrist, but I keep jacking him off.
“If you want me to stop, you’re going to have to make me.” I look into his eyes so he knows I’m serious.
He swallows and I brace myself to be pushed off. But he doesn’t.
“I didn’t say stop.” It’s the first time he’s wavered, and I’m exhilarated. “Don’t make me do this here.” He begs, pressing his forehead to mine, gasping for breath.
“Am I making you?” I tease, racking my brain for a place to go.
“You know you are.” He kisses me.
He.
Kissed.
Me.
It feels like I’ve broken through some barrier and I grin into his kiss.
“You’re grinding against me just as much as I am you, baby.”
“If you don’t have anywhere else to go and I’m free to leave…” This little bitch pulls back! Just a little but he does.
I grab him by the throat and slam him back into the tree. “Don’t fucking play with me or I’m going to haunt your dreams.”
“Too late. I already have a demon that does that.”
“I’m going to put a pin in that to talk about later. Because don’t make me go all demon hunter.”
He laughs, but I’m not fucking joking. Ash rests his head against the tree looking ethereal with swollen lips and the slight smile. He’s so fucking beautiful and he has no idea.
“How about the library?”
It’s close. It should be near empty this time of night. Genius.
“It’s hardly less public than here.” A little frown forms between his brows.
But I’m already dragging him towards the doors.
“My clothes are in a state of disarray. Can you let up for a moment so we aren’t waltzing into the library like we’re in the middle of an affair?” He’s so fucking cute when he makes demands in his accent.
“But we are.” I stop, but only for a minute to let him fix his buttons.
“Yes, but I don’t want it to be public information.” He pushes a hand into his hair, exhaling.
“Why not?” Is he embarrassed of me or something?
“Because it’s private.”
I guess I’ll give him that. “Are you finished?”
“Are you going to do anything to hide that?”
“What?” I glance down at myself.
“The python you look like you’re smuggling in your trousers.”
“Aw, baby, do you not want anyone else to see my python?” I don’t wait for an answer, dragging him into the library, past the registration desk manned by a student not at all paying attention.
“That’s not what I—”
I cut him off, attacking his mouth while simultaneously looking for a corner out of view enough to suit his needs. But every space we stumble into is occupied.
“Who the fuck is at the library this late on a Friday night? Don’t any of these people have lives?”
“Some of us need to study.”
“I study. But I also like to not want to kill myself.” I growl in frustration, lapping up every grunt and sound he makes. My only consolation is the frustration bleeding from him too as I ravage every fucking part I can reach.
After dragging him down the stairs to a more deserted lower level, I find a shelf in the back corner to shove him into.
If I don’t get my hand in his pants soon, I’m going to lose my mind.
“Finally, some peace. Now let me touch your cock.”
“Here?” His words are breathy and laced with lust.
I suck it from his lips, fighting him to get past his zipper. “You said not out there. I found us some privacy.”
“You’re going to get us thrown out, or worse, expelled.” There’s not much conviction left in his voice.
“Everyone fucks in the library. It’s like a college rite of passage.”
“Everyone?” His eyes darken, and he snatches my wrist, preventing me from going further. “So you’ve fucked someone here before?”
“Are you jealous?” And my cock is even harder than before. “What would you do to them if I had fucked someone in here?”
“Answer the question, Rurik.” He’s never used this tone with me, and I’d be full of shit if I said I didn’t like it.
I’m torn between telling him the truth and egging him on to pull more of the aggression out of him. I bet he’d feel better if he worked some of it out on me. I’ll even lend him my throat if it will help.
“Feel how hard I am when you get jealous, baby.” I pull both our hands to my cock, unzipping so I can finally feel his skin against mine.
“I’m not playing. Is this just a game to you? See how many guys you can get to hook up with you in the library?” He grabs hold of my sweater, anger flickering in the storms in his eyes. He’s so worked up, and I love it, but I don’t want to scare him off.
“Admit you’re jealous.” I grip his neck tightly.
“I’m not jealous, and I’m not a conquest.”
“You are so much more than a conquest, baby.” I pin him against the books, forcing my weight into him so he has to go through me if he wants out. “If you think I’ve ever worked this hard for dick or pussy, you’re wrong.”
His nostrils flare, and I can see him thinking it over. He’s going to kill me.
“Let alone beg to be on my knees for someone.” My words come with a bite. “Now will you let me touch you? Unless you want to get on your knees in the bathroom.”
“I’d prefer not to get expelled and arrested for indecent exposure.” His grip loosens on my wrist, and I know I’m winning.
“Your objections are noted.” I shove his hand into my boxers and close his fingers around my thickness as I press my mouth to his. “Fuuuuck, baby. You feel so good.”
“What are you, a judge?” He doesn’t release me and eventually gives over to my kiss.
I’m gonna call it progress. “No, but my dad’s one, so I know how to placate attorneys. Stroke me.”
“This explains so much about you…I’ve never done this before.”
“Touch me like you’d touch yourself.” I murmur into his lips.
He hesitates but then rolls his fist over my cock. He can be taught! “Like this?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
“Make me,” he says, and it’s the last thing I’m going to let out of his mouth.
I make quick work of his fly, finally getting one layer closer to his dick I’ve imagined so many times. His briefs are soaked with pre-cum. Horny fucking boy. Straight my ass.
I knew I was right about him. Straight men give me the ick. No way I’d be attracted to one like this. I knew he couldn’t be. My gaydar is never wrong.
I wrap my fingers around his girth. He bucks into my hand, every movement tortured, desperate. He’s so fucking sexy. He’s getting close, and I’ve never wanted to make someone come more than I want to taste him when he does.
Whatever addictive substance he’s made of, I cannot get enough.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” But his words are only half hearted.
“Don’t tell me to leave again.” Maybe I’m not above begging, but I can’t let him have this over me. Because I already know he’ll use it to destroy me. And maybe I’d sell my own destruction for a single taste of him. “Please.”