Page 121 of Studs Up
Holding both with one hand, I grabbed his hip with the other and didn’t hold back.
There was no feeling in the world like his tight ass. Hot and velvety smooth.
“Oh my god,” he panted. “Oh my god.”
I succumbed to the pleasure and the ecstasy, fucking him harder and faster because he begged for it. He cried into the bed and thrust his hips back to meet mine in a wild clash of skin.
And then he did it. He screamed my name as he came, pulsing around my cock. His hips bucked back. My eyes rolled, and the climax that came was powerful and violent. It rocked my whole body, and I exploded inside him, fucking him deep and hard until the very last drop had been spilled.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he moaned and shuddered when I let him go. He collapsed onto the bed, and I followed right behind him. My chest heaved, gasping breaths, and my heart pounded against my bones.
“You okay?” I gasped. My lungs burned like I had just sprinted for ninety minutes.
He rolled to his back next to me.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to be quiet again,” he breathed.
“Good.”
He laughed. His hand found mine between us, and we lay there together, staring at the log ceiling. Finally, he rolled on top of me and held my face in his hands. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t.
Instead, he kissed me, softly, deeply, and the world ceased to exist.
Holden
This was what heaven felt like. With a bit of convincing, I dragged Nolan out of bed early and challenged him to a run. Competitive Nolan put his shorts on and didn’t even give me a countdown. I had to chase him through the woods.
He was fast for a guy that didn’t know the trails he was bolting down.
“Why are you so slow?”
“Fuck you,” I called as I tried to keep up. The forest was covered in ice from a frost, and it was so quiet all we could hear was our own breaths and pounding feet.
We had never done this before. Just us, outside, in the light of day. It was a cold sun that was going to vanish behind the gray clouds looming from the north. But here we were, running, chasing, competing without having to worry about anyone else.
It was the best time I’d had in a long time.
When we looped back around, my stamina kicked in, and I beat him back to the cabin.
“Holy shit,” I breathed hard as I came to a stop on the porch. He was right behind me. I won by inches.
“We’re doing that again tomorrow, and you’re gonna fucking lose.”
“You keep saying that, you know.”
“Fuck you,” he snorted and pulled off his shirt. He used it to wipe his face, and I was left staring at his muscles. I didn’t have to pretend to look at something else. I could absorb his body in the daylight.
A cramp in my calf had me bending over to stretch it.
“I want to have a discussion,” he said, tossing his shirt on the bench and putting his hands on his hips to catch his breath. He always sounded serious, but this was a different kind of serious.
I straightened up, and my heart leapt, skipping several beats.
“Okay,” I said cautiously.
“This is just a conversation, remember that.”
That didn’t make anything better.
