Yeah, my head was a contradiction on the best days. People sucked, my past taught me that, and no amount of therapy would reshape that impression. I’d been fine with it. I’d been okay keeping the world out, leaning on my family for everything, then Cal …
After months of trying to cover this up with rage, trying to make it go away, makehimgo away, I tipped over and gave in to it. The fall? The bottom had to be somewhere, but for now, I’d enjoy the rush.
Cal rounded the shelves at the end. I speed walked to the edge, then slowed before turning the corner. No one was back here either. The windows were near the entrance, by the study tables, so this area only had the dim glow of the ancient overhead lighting system. Cal stopped at the back corner, scanned a few rows, then stepped to his right, out of view.
I made my move.
My heart pounded so loudly he’d hear it, and my cover would be blown, but he never caught a sound. Hands on his hips, he was totally unprepared. I smashed into him, covering his mouth with one hand and wrapping an arm around his chest, forcing him, face-first, into the books.
Cal reacted and braced for the impact against the shelves. Shoulders tight, he turned his head, and our eyes locked. He relaxed a degree, and I slid my hand to his throat, confident hewouldn’t shout and get us busted. His forehead hit the hardback spines in front of him as he exhaled. God, that filled me up. Anyone else he might’ve countered with an elbow to the face.
He wanted me here. He wanted this as much as I did.
My half-hard shaft went full-blown against his ass as I pinned him. Chest to his back and lips at his ear, I rubbed myself over his rounded backside. It was a bold move, one I had hoped would make him fight me, would get him flaming mad and twitchy.
He didn’t. Because he just had to piss me off at every turn.
I chuckled into his ear, then bit it hard, trying anything to get a rise out of him.
“You’re crazy,” Cal whispered.
“Says the football jock letting me rub my dick all over his ass.” I got closer so that my lips brushed his skin when I spoke. “Who’s the crazy one? Hmm?”
He jerked, halfheartedly trying to push me off, then slumped and rested his head against the books. Something was wrong. His flame was a bit dull today. Instead of getting bored as I’d expected when the fire dimmed, I got curious. We’d never talked before, not about real shit, not with words that weren’t meant to cut each other. I wasn’t even sure how to ask him what was wrong.
“Someone will see.”
“Shh.” I shoved two fingers in his mouth and brushed his ass with my dick again, harder. “See what? This is nothing, right?”
Cal, ever the pleasant fucking surprise, froze for only a second, then sucked on my fingers, ripping a moan from my throat. I pressed his whole body harder against the shelves, nudged the curve of his ear with my nose, then scraped my teeth over it as if to reward him for the gift.
He shivered and softly hummed. The vibration of it trickled through me until it buzzed in my balls, circling them over and over. Hell, yeah.
“God, you feel good.” I hadn’t meant to say those words out loud. I wanted him bitchy, not figuring out how into him I was. I yanked my fingers free and bit down on his neck to silence any response. His answering groan reverberated in my mouth, and I mmmed into his skin.
Ah, fuck me. This was already so out of my control.
Our breathing was too loud in the hushed atmosphere. The rustle of clothes might as well have been a shout. Cal sucked in a breath as I snaked my arm under his shirt.
He pushed into me. Not like theget off mekind either. Heat radiated from his skin, burning my palm and seeping into my arm. Damn, his abs were nice. I traced the ridges with my wet fingertips while brushing my nose through the soft hair at the back of his head.
Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.
Cal’s panting increased as my rutting against his ass did. As if they were directly linked.
Maybe they were.
“This is so fucked,” Cal breathed.
A dark snicker escaped, and I couldn’t stop myself from scraping my teeth over his neck. The slight quiver of his muscles under my hand, the press of hips into mine, his erratic breathing …
“What is? That a soccer player is dry humping your ass?” I lowered my voice even more. “Or that you like it?”
He never answered, so I didn’t know what finally got to him. Cal bucked, dislodging me, and forced me against the shelf across from us. This was becoming a trend. Even as our arms flailed, both of us trying to gain the upper hand, we smiled. Wasthis simply us? Were we destined to fight, be it in true hate or lust?
Cal pinned me, and as I struggled, he leaned in and whispered across my mouth, “We need to talk.”
I lifted a brow. His timing was impeccable. With our dicks fighting just as hard to escape our jeans as we were each other,nowhe wanted to talk? “That so?”
