Page 120 of Studs Up
We stripped as we went, tearing each other’s clothes off. I couldn’t wait to unleash on him and not have to worry about being heard.
Our hands were all over each other. I grabbed his ass and pulled it apart, sliding my fingers down his crease to find his entrance and pressed. My touch was rough and urgent and he didn’t seem to mind as his teeth scraped my throat.
“Oh fuck,” he hissed.
“I can’t wait to hear you scream,” I said. He pulled back and the heady excitement in his eyes made all of this worth it.
He pushed me onto the bed and crawled on top.
“Thank you,” he licked my cock from balls to tip. “For this.”
“Any time,” I groaned. I meant it. Whenever he wanted an escape, I would find it for him.
He crawled up my body, leaving a trail of kisses. I ran my hands all over his skin, feeling the smooth muscle and pulling him all the way up so I could kiss him.
“Lube?” He asked against my lips, and I pointed to the nightstand where I put the bottle. He snatched it up and poured it out. Holden straddled my legs and made us both slick. He tossed the lube and brought our cocks together. Cum leaked from both of us, dripping onto my stomach.
I reached for the drops and gathered them together. His eyes honed in on my fingers as though I was about to offer him a decadent delicacy. He parted his lips for me as I slid my fingers inside. He savored our combined taste. He sucked greedily drawing my fingers to the back of this throat. Electric shocks shot to my cock.
His grip on us tightened and we both devolved into primal beasts, driven to serve the others carnal desire.
I was a hungry, starving man and I wanted to be inside him, fucking him until he was screaming with pleasure. But this was for him.
It was hard to remember that when he was running his hands down my stomach and stroking us together, thrusting his hips into his hand, and god, it was so fucking good. His grey lust, drunk eyes were focused on me as he bit his lip and moaned.
“Don’t be quiet,” I said, my voice was deep and husky. When he moaned again, it was loud and filled the room. By the end of the week, the whole fucking forest was going to know what I did to him.
I ran my hands up and down his thighs and over his chest. He closed his eyes and ground his hips into mine. The freedom that was written all over him filled my heart to bursting.
Suddenly he sat up and moved my cock.
“I need you inside me,” he panted.
“Anything you want,” I mumbled, watching my cock disappear into him. He groaned as he sank down. Holden’s eyes darkened. The satin heat enveloped me and I arched under him, thrusting my hips up and getting every inch of myself inside him.
He sat up and leaned back, running his hands through his hair and whimpering as he rode.
“Don’t hold back,” I said. “Don’t keep quiet. I want to hear all of you.”
His eyes met mine and I watched the weight lift off of him as he released every single desperate moan he’d kept inside for so long.
Holden planted his hands on my chest and let himself go, fucking himself and mewling. My hands ran all over his body. I couldn’t get enough of him. He was free and unafraid. It would all come back as soon as he left but right now he road his cock and filled the room with moans and cries.
“Fuck,” he gasped when I grabbed his ass and took control. He sat up as I bucked and drove my cock as deep into him as I could. His eyes rolled and his arms hung limp. With each thrust he disconnected more and more, giving in to all of the pleasure.
“God damn, you’re beautiful,” I grunted. He whimpered and could barely keep his eyes open.
I could watch him like this forever. Rising and falling on my cock, arching his back and clawing at my chest.
“It’s not enough,” he moaned, frustrated, grinding his hips deep into my groin. “Nolan, it’s not enough.”
I was so fucking close. He was so beautiful and looked so lost in bliss that it was enough for me to cum even if I wasn’t inside him. But he needed more, so I held on as hard as I could and pulled out, flipping him onto his hands and knees, and drove back into him.
“Yes!” Holden cried. He gripped his cock and started to stroke. I grabbed his wrist and held it behind his back.
“When you cum it’s because of me,” I growled, low and predatory. “Give me the other one.”
“Fuck,” he breathed as he dropped his head to the bed and surrendered his other hand.
