Page 108 of Studs Up
Words seemed to have left him because all he did was grunt as he dove for my nightstand and the lube in the drawer. He stood to kick his pants off and pour lube onto his cock. I sat up long enough to get rid of my shirt, then held my arms out for him. I felt cold and alone even though he was feet away.
He came to me, slowly pulled my legs apart, and lined up his cock. He kissed me as he pushed inside. I moaned into his mouth and rocked my hips.
“Deeper,” I begged. He stretched me wide open as he gave me what I wanted. All of him.
Nolan slid his arms around me and started to thrust. Long, deep, powerful thrusts.
“You’re mine,” he grunted in my ear. “I have you.” I shuddered and wept as I clung to him.
I wrapped myself around him and held on as I gave myself entirely to him. Trusting he would take care of me. He was my saint and my savior. I could trust him, the only person in the world.
My fingers dug into his shoulders. My nails would draw blood if he didn’t stop. But the man had stamina, and he showed no signs of relenting.
He buried his face into my neck and pounded me deep into the bed. He was safe and solid and drove three fucking hours because he thought something was wrong. Just thought it and ran to me.
There was no one else in the world I could trust with my heart and my body. It was him. Nolan Fucking Reed was the love of my life.
I did it. I gave in and let him have all of me. Every muscle relaxed, and every fear and worry evaporated.
“Yes,” he hissed. He felt the surrender and handled it with delicate care. Rocking me, one hand gripping my cock and stroking to the rhythm of his thrusts. The other is around my shoulders.
I writhed under him and begged and begged and begged for more. He nipped at my neck, little bites, tiny shocks of pain to keep me from drowning in the pleasure.
I couldn’t breathe properly. My heart pinged around in my chest, not knowing where to go or what to do with everything Nolan gave me.
Because it wasn’t just his body, he had given himself to me thoroughly and totally. And I think he did it when he kissed me in Portland. It had taken me this long to trust and given myself back completely. He accepted it and understood it. He was patient and devoted, and I was so fucking lucky.
“Nolan.” My voice trembled. I tried to warn him that this was it. I was soaring to the peak, racing the wave, surging so fast my vision blurred, and stars sparked in my eyes.
He held on tighter and kissed me fiercer. He surrounded me and commanded me.
“Nolan,” my tremble was stronger, and my voice was louder. I knew I was breaking skin now as my nails pierced his flesh.
“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he rumbled. Sweetheart. I lost complete control and exploded, shooting cum between us, thick ropes of it over and over as he kept fucking me.
I whimpered his name and sucked in gulps of air that were never enough.
“Fuck,” he cried. His body trembled as his cock pulsed hot cum deep inside me. Feeling him cum and filling me up was incredible.
He slowed his thrusts until we rocked together. My body convulsed with aftershocks, and he held on to me.
I cupped his cheeks between my hands and kissed him. I was spent, utterly exhausted. But the sweet little kisses kept me going. I was going to pass out soon, but until then, I was going to try and give back a small measure of what he had given me.
I wouldn’t let him move. I held on to him like he was a security blanket, and he didn’t fight it. Instead, he stretched out between my legs, and rested his head on my chest.
I could do this. We could do this.
My fingers ran through his hair, and we stayed like that for a long time.
“What do you need?” He asked. I paused.
“What do you mean?”
“I can't solve this tonight or tomorrow. Until I can, what do you need?”
I closed my eyes and forced myself to stroke his hair again. Being vulnerable was so hard. I had been independent for nearly half my life. He was the only one who knew, and now he knew all of it.
“A fortress,” I said finally. “With a moat full of angry crocodiles.”
