Page 45 of Studs Up
Being already close to his ass, my cock jumped in anticipation. Yeah, I wanted all of him. Anything he was willing to offer, I was going to snap up like a greedy holiday shopper.Holden felt it and held his breath.
I turned my lips to his ear. “Before this break is over, I’m going to fuck you.” The shudder that wracked his body gave me the smugest grin.
My hand closed around his cock, and it gave a mighty throb. His head was thick, and a large drop of cum leaked from the tip as I passed my thumb over it. He moaned, and his fingers tightened in my hair. I loved that feeling. I loved what I was doing to him.
I started to stroke. Slow ones. I wanted to memorize every inch of him. Know every vein and ridge. I wanted to know what he would do if I used his cum to rub the underside of his cock.
He hissed and thrust into my hand. So I did it again until he shuddered, and his whole body was rolling.
“Shit,” he breathed. “You’re pretty fucking good at this.”
“I did my research.” I squeezed his cock and held back his orgasm. His eyes shut, and he bit his lip.
“What kind of research?”
I pressed my cock into the crease of his ass, and he nodded.
“Right,” he said.
I started stroking again.
My grin that reflected in the mirror was primal and thrilled. He shivered. Eye contact had a powerful effect on him. Noted.
“Oh god,” he swallowed hard.
“You’ve wanted me for a long time,” I murmured. He nodded. “How long?”
“Since forever,” he moaned as I sucked the curve of his neck. I nipped to make him gasp, and his fist pulled reflexively on my hair. The sting was all pleasure. “Since the USL final.” He took a big swallow before he asked. “You?”
“You’ve been on my hit wall since we met.”
He choked. “You’re hit wall?” He was momentarily taken out of arousal to clear his throat and stare wide eyed at me.
“Everyone I identified as a threat or a real player. Your ego will be happy to know you were at the center. You had all my attention.”
He turned and had my shirt halfway off before I realized what he was doing. I helped get rid of it, and he dove for my pants. God damn it. I needed to be smarter about this. Sweatpants were now the only thing I was going to wear around him.
He tore at my zipper and dragged my pants down, and I kicked them off. I yanked him back to my body, reveling in the skin to skin contact.
His chest to mine made my blood race. His arms slid around my neck, and he kissed me. My fingers found his spine, and I skimmed down his back. He broke the kiss and moaned with his eyes closed.
“You like it when I touch you,” I said.
“Yes,” he exhaled. “It’s annoyingly erotic.” When I reached his ass and dug my fingers into him, he thrust up, dragging his cock along mine, and holy fuck, that was fantastic.
He pushed me back to the bed, and I pulled him with me. I absolutely refused to break contact as we fell. He came with me, straddling my lap as we landed.
Grabbing the back of his neck, I insisted on a deeper, all consuming kiss. He grabbed both our cocks in one hand, and I released a full body groan.
“Fuck,” I rolled my hips up. He matched me.
“Yeah,” he agreed and sat up. I watched as he spit into his hand and massaged it into our cocks. He did it again and again until we were slick together.
I couldn’t stop touching him, feeling every muscle work as he started to stroke both of us. The grey in his eyes was nearly gone, drowned under his black pupils as he gazed down at me.
“And you didn’t want to do this again,” I grunted. Cum leaked from my tip, and he used it to lube us both.
“I lied,” he said before kissing me. He rode with the thrusts of my hips into his hand. The friction of our hard shafts rubbing together was fucking intense.
