Page 12 of Sugar Rush
“I mean…” He bit down into his lower lip for a moment, before continuing. “I can’t really do that. He’s the son of the director, and-”
“Jordy,” I cut him off. My fingers tightened on his wrist, and he inhaled sharply. “I wasn’t asking. Stay the fuck away from him.”
“You’re kind of hurting me,” he breathed out, so quietly I almost couldn’t hear it.
Yanking my hand away, I squeezed my eyes closed for a moment. Shame and self loathing welled up inside me until I thought I would burst into a fountain of sticky black tar. This was why I needed to keep away from him. It was like his presence opened up some horrible part of myself that I couldn’t control.
“Sorry,” I bit out, suddenly unable to look at him.
“It’s okay,” he said quickly, taking a step toward me to close some of the distance I’d put between us. “Kieran…” The way he said my name was so soft and pleading, like he regretted that I’d let go of him. But I could never tell if the thoughts I had like that were real, or if I was just pathetically desperate to believe them. “You don’t have to worry about me so much.”
He reached out, his palm hovering just barely above the back of my hand, so close that I could feel the warmth from his skin. When he brushed it, like he was trying to comfort me, I had to suppress a shiver. His fingertips were soft and smooth like silk.
“I do,” I argued, wishing I could make him understand. How could he not know how impossibly desirable he was? “It’s like you don’t know what could happen to you.”
“I wouldn’t have let him do anything to me.”
“Lethim?” I repeated incredulously, unable to stop the shocked scoff from tumbling out. “Do you actually think you could stop an alpha if he wanted you bad enough?” Could he really be that naive?
“I just mean that I-”
“Stop me, then,” I snapped out. Flipping my hand over, I grasped his wrist again, raising it and backing him into a wall so it was pinned over his head. He let out the tiniest little whimpering gasp as his back hit the wall. It dug into my ears like an icepick, sending a dark thrill coursing through my blood. “Show me how you’re not going tolet medo anything to you.”
I expected him to struggle or try to push me off. To tell me to let him go, or threaten to scream for help. Some form of self preservation, at least. But he only stared up at me through his pretty eyelashes, his perfectly pouty lips parted just enough that he could lightly pant through them. The hand I didn’t have pinned to the wall crept up my chest to grip my shoulder, like he was anchoring himself to me. Blood drained to my crotch, swelling up my cock so it was pressed into my zipper.
“Jordy.” I growled out his name as a warning, pulling his hand off me and pinning it to the wall too. Even completely helpless, with his pulse fluttering like a trapped butterfly against my palms, he didn’t struggle or show any signs of fear. His scent intensified, drowning my senses in artificial fruit and bubblegum until my teeth were aching. My eyes snapped downto his omega gland, where his shoulder met his neck, hidden by the collar of his varsity jacket. “Stop me,” I repeated. Only this time I really wanted him to. If he didn’t, I wasn’t sure I could avoid doing something I’d regret.
He only shook his head, his pink tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “I really don’t want you to stop.”
“What are you not getting?” I demanded, my voice suddenly hoarse. Every muscle in my body was tensed, like I was ready to pounce on him. “Do youwantsome alpha to take advantage of you?”
“Notsomealpha,” he countered. “Just one alpha.”
I groaned, releasing his wrists. Instead of pushing me away, he slid his hands up my arms, over my shoulders, and hooked them behind my neck, raising up to his toes so our faces had barely any space between them.
It was wrong. It was so fucking wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself from rocking my hips into him, grinding my cock into his navel. Shuddering out a breath, my mouth was hovering way too close, just an inch away from the soft skin of his neck, where his scent was the strongest.
“Just do it,” he whispered, his words gliding into my ears like silk as his slender fingers clutched at the back of my collar. There was a husky quality to his voice that I almost didn’t believe I was hearing. Like he was as turned on as I was. “You did it before.”
What was he talking about?
“Jordy, I n-”
The door to the bedroom slammed open, smacking the opposite wall with a loud bang. Startled, we both jerked apart, Jordy letting out a cartoonish squeak. It would have been funny if not for the insane circumstances. Loud music poured into the room like a tidal wave, crashing over us, along with the sounds of laughter and dozens of conversations.
“Oh, sorry!” The girl in the door frame apologized, before giggling as a guy started giving her loud, smooching kisses.
“I-it’s fine,” Jordy stammered out. “We were just…”
“Leaving,” I finished. “I’mleaving,” I added. I felt numb, like I was in shock. If we’d had one more single minute uninterrupted, I would have had my tongue on his neck and his perfect, perky ass in my hands. What the fuck were we thinking? And what the hell did he mean byyou did it before? I’d never done anything like that with him.
Unless he meant… When I was drunk, and couldn’t remember. Fuck.
“You’re leaving?” He asked, sounding distressed as he scampered behind me to exit the room.
“Yeah.”
“Kieran, wait,” he pleaded, grabbing at my wrist and holding it with the lightest touch imaginable. “Um… I don’t want you to go.” Even that impossibly light touch was too much for me.
