Page 32 of Studs Up
“Nolan,” I started and swallowed.
“I’m an asshole,” he murmured. “I’m not that kind of asshole.”
“I still hate you,” I said, searching for a barrier between him and me. This was too good and too perfect for me to fall into. This wasn’t safe. It was dangerous. Touching and kissing and cumming. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t allow it. But god, I wanted it.
“Good, you’re still a dickhead.”
He backed away, keeping his dark blue eyes on me until he was at the door, and then he was gone.
I didn’t move as the door swung automatically closed.
That was so unexpected my brain was buzzing a million miles a minute. After a while, I found myself sitting on the edge of the king size bed with the world spinning around me.
“So that happened,” I muttered to the empty room. Thoughts of ‘what did it all mean’ and ‘what do I do now’ were blurred in a haze of post orgasm glow.
He said, fucking beautiful as I sucked his cock. He had looked down on me, and fucking beautiful were the words that expressed what he saw. This couldn’t actually be happening.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I jumped, dragged right out of my euphoria and back into reality.
It was Alex, and I released a slow breath.
“Hey, where are you?”
“Um,” I looked around the hotel room. I needed a lie, a good one, because ‘Nolan Reed just gave me the best orgasm of my life and left me in a hotel room he paid for’ wasn’t going to make Alex go away.
“We’re going out for pity drinks,” Alex rushed to say. I could hear our teammates in the background.
“We tied,” I said.
“Might as well have been a loss to those assholes.”
I slumped back on the bed. The thick comforter surrounded me in a cloud of the softest cotton.
“I think I’m gonna stay in tonight,” I said, not really caring anymore what to say to Alex.
“Why?”
“Just need to.” And being the great friend I was, I hung up on Alex.
It was really nice to have a hot shower to myself and process what the fuck just happened.
From the first kiss right up to the last. He couldn’t be totally straight because when he tasted his cum in my mouth, he groaned. And Jesus, he had licked my cum off his fingers like he was finishing a satisfying meal. Heat rushed my blood, and my cock twitched to life.
To recap, Nolan wasn’t angry about the kiss, he wasn’t going to tell anyone, and he blew a thick load down my throat. After which, he made me cum so hard that I nearly lost my legs. All in about fifteen minutes. I guess that was all it took to turn my world upside down and blow it up.
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The clarity and the weight of what happened hit in the morning. I woke sometime before dawn and stared at the ceiling. As good as it had been and as badly as I wanted it, that could never happen again. Ever. It hurt more this time than it had in the past. But it was what was best for me and for him.
I needed to figure out a way to stay away from him, especially if we got called up together again. It was safer that way, even though the thought hurt my chest. Nolan Reed had been my wet dream for years, and his body, his touch, had the fucking audacity to exceed every expectation I fantasized about.
I couldn’t go back to my normal life after having a taste of my deepest desires.
It would have been so much better if he had been terrible. If he had been selfish and crude and had simply used me to get off, then this would be much easier.
But he had been sensitive and affectionate. Fucking asshole.
To repay him for the room, I ordered breakfast.
