Page 30 of Studs Up
The sound of my zipper cut through our panting breaths. His hand dove into my boxers and pulled me out. I was throbbing, purple, and leaking. He held me in his palm.
“Oh my god,” he groaned and licked his lips. “I never thought I’d get to look at it. You’re fucking huge.”
“I’ll add that to the list of my other qualities,” I grunted. His fingers explored, taking a second to look at my cock before he sank to his knees.
Shit. That wasn’t like any of my fantasies. Nothing I could drum up in this lust addled brain of mine could compare to the real image of him on his knees for me.
One hand gently stroked me as he examined my cock from tip to base.
He lifted his eyes and met mine as he parted his lips and sucked the head of my cock.
I hissed as overwhelming pleasure coursed through my blood. He sucked the cum from my tip and swirled his tongue to lap it all up. The world began to blur around the edges of my vision. The only thing that was abundantly clear was how right this felt.
“God damn,” I rumbled, watching my cock slide passed his lips.
I tipped my head back and enjoyed the sweet heat of his mouth as he consumed me. I had come here to have a conversation, I swear. I did not expect to get my dick sucked, but I wasn’t going to stop him.
He felt incredible. He knew exactly how to use his tongue to massage the underside of my cock. Teasing and taunting me before opening up and sucking me deeper.
“Christ, Holden,” I grunted. He made it so much worse when he moaned around my shaft. The little vibrations of his sounds reverberated through my cock and into my balls.
He pulled off all the way in a slow suck.
“Does it feel good?” He asked. His lips were swollen, and his eyes were dark. He had his hand pressing into his own groin, unable to pull his own cock out so he was left rubbing with his palm.
I grinned. His frustration was painted all over his features. The way he left his mouth open and the intensity of his eyes, I never wanted to see anyone else on their knees for me.
I guided him back to my cock and he opened his lips and sucked up and down. I have never been on the verge of cumming so quickly in my life. It was the look of him as much as the feel of his mouth.
“Perfect,” I murmured, and he decided that was a good time to swallow me whole.
He took me all the way down his throat.
“Holy fuck,” I barked, shocked at how easily he took me and how fucking tight his throat was. He looked up, gray eyes bright and eager. I ran my hand through his hair. He was so fucking beautiful. How I didn’t see it was a mystery.
His eyes fluttered closed as my fingers feathered through his hair. His hand slid up and down my thighs. The searing heat of his touch was going to burn into my memories, and I prayed that this wasn’t the last time I got to be with him.
And then he swallowed, his throat squeezed all around my cock, and my eyes rolled. That felt so fucking good.
“Holden,” my voice was low and raspy. Instinct had me rolling my hips deeper into his throat. His fingers dug into the back of my thighs and drew me forward.
I wanted to make this last, but I was overcome with intense pleasure, and I wasn’t going to be able to hold back.
“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped. He didn’t stop. Holden kept sucking, and his eyes stayed on me. God damn, that was more than enough to send me over the edge.
I stopped fighting and let the orgasm roar. I exploded into his mouth, and Holden didn’t miss a beat and swallowed. My hips thrust deeper into him, and tears from his efforts formed at the corners of his eyes.
“Fuck,” I breathed, watching him as I emptied everything. “So fucking beautiful.”
He sucked me clean as he pulled off, and I didn’t waste a second in pulling him up and pushing him back against the wall. I wiped away the tears before kissing him, my tongue in his mouth, tasting myself all over him. That was hot as fuck. He moaned, and his hard cock pressed into my hip.
I hadn’t done any research on how to give a blow job, and I didn’t think we’d get this far. Now that we were here, I didn’t feel confident I could return that kind of pleasure with my mouth. The fact I wanted it wasn’t up for question. I did. I just didn’t know how. Yet.
“I don’t know if I’m-”
“It’s fine,” he panted and took my hand, guiding me to his pants. I was on board with that. I knew how to do a hand job. Giving one couldn’t be that much different.
It was my turn to frantically pull his pants open. I rested my forehead against his and his hand gripped the back of my neck. When he was open I drove my hand in.
