Page 44 of Studs Up
He put down the socks, and I took that as an invitation. Pushing off the wall, I made my advance. His eyes tracked me as I came up behind him. The way his lips parted when I rested my hands on his waist was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. An exquisite mixture of shock, need, and arousal.
“Did you jerk off in the bathroom?” He asked, his voice husky and broken. An erection was growing in his pants.
“Yes.”
“What did you think about?”
My fingers lifted the hem of his shirt and grazed across warm, exquisite skin. His muscles contracted, and his eyes fluttered. He let me play under his shirt. Feeling my way along his muscles, memorizing the rises and falls of his body.
He was smooth, nearly hairless. I never took notice before and I purposely didn’t in the locker room when he stripped.
“You,” I mumbled as my hand skimmed his body, feeling every part of him. “And other things.” A lot of other things.
He shuddered. I wanted his shirt off. His arms rose, and he straightened up as I undressed him and ran my hands all over him.
My chest expanded with some kind of masculine pride I’d never had before, watching him give in to my touch and that cock in his pants thickening fed a special kind of ego.
I went slow, tracing the muscle and absorbing the heat pouring off of him. Holden didn’t move. He hardly breathed as he watched. I had never wanted to possess anyone the way I wanted him to be mine.
My heart pounded so hard it was going to burst through my ribs. Every time his eyes closed and his breath caught, the need grew.
The two times we had come together, it was fast and frantic. I had time now. All night to explore and touch and listen to him moan quietly.
The sigh when my lips brushed against his neck was intoxicating. I wanted to hear all the sounds he made. This was a nice hotel, but the walls were still thin. But maybe someday, I could have him in a place where no one could hear, and I could draw every single sound out of him.
His breath quickened when my fingers dipped into his pants. I watched him carefully as I slid lower, not into his boxers, just over them. The torture was beautiful in his eyes when I closed my hand over his bulge.
“Nolan,” he said, but I squeezed him, and his eyes rolled.
I wanted to see all of him. My body was making demands that were getting harder to ignore.
“I want to look at you,” I whispered. He swallowed and then slowly nodded.
“We don’t have to do this,” I said, trying to decipher if that was nerves or anticipation in his eyes.
He turned his head to look into my real eyes. Cool grey iris churned dark crashing waves, exactly like the sound on a perfect stormy day.
“No, I want this,” he said. “It’s just been a long time since I’ve been seen by someone like this. Where I wanted them to look.”
“So I’m special,” I asked. He rolled his eyes, and that made me want him a thousand times more.
“Don’t let it go to your head,” he mumbled.
The turn of his head made his lips accessible, so I kissed them. The tingles that spread through my body when his hand slid up into my hair were hot and intense. I loved it. I needed it, and when he groaned, I was done playing.
The beautiful thing about sweatpants was they were easy to take off. A quality I’ve always known about but never truly appreciated. So why the fuck he was wearing jeans was a conversation we were going to have.
Pulling the zipper down and getting them off took way too long.
His boxers went with them as I pushed them down. He broke the kiss to gasp, and together we watched in the mirror as his body was fully revealed.
I had a naked and flawlessly sculpted Holden Monroe in my hands. God, he was beautiful. I had never looked when he walked around the locker room in his briefs. And I was glad I hadn’t because my reaction to the sight of him was poking into his ass.
Holden didn’t move as I explored. I very specifically did not touch his cock. Not yet. This moment would be over the moment I did, but that did not stop every cell in my body from demanding that I do.
His lashes fluttered, and his chest expanded and contracted with slow, deep breaths. He arched when I touched him in places he loved, like the places near his cock.
Since the golf club, all I wanted was this. Touching, kissing, exploring, and feeling his heart pound and his chest draw in stuttering breaths.
