Page 53 of Studs Up
Holding him and wishing the world wouldn’t be so cruel was not where I planned on being, but I knew, with an absolute certainty I couldn’t explain, this was exactly where I was supposed to be.
Holden
He looked peaceful when he slept. Not at all the grumpy fuck he was when he was awake. Face relaxed and lips slightly parted as he breathed slowly. I could barely remember what it felt like to sleep without being haunted. In a minute, the alarm would go off. It was game day, and it usually came with nerves and excitement.
But for the first time, I woke on a game day warm, safe, and shockingly comfortable. It was a gift, and I couldn’t accept it. I needed to pull away and try and find a way to control myself around him. He was making it way too easy. The warmth and intimacy he offered was all I ever wanted.
He shifted and pulled me closer with a rumbling sigh. My heart skipped several beats.
Okay fine. Maybe I could get away with this secret because it was just sex. It was just sex, and that wasn’t against the rules. Relationships were against the rules. That had been made abundantly clear.
We could be careful, and no one would suspect that I was sleeping in the arms of Nolan Reed. It might be possible to pull this off for a while, at least.
It wouldn’t be a relationship. Just really good sex.
He was completely wrapped around me, arms and legs. I was encased in him, and I didn’t think there was any escape. I didn’t even want to try. This was safe, and I slept, actually slept—real dreamless sleep.
It had been so long since I’d woken feeling rested and light instead of groggy and heavy. All because Nolan used cuddling as a therapeutic technique.
My fingers traced his chin. Rough stubbly prickled my fingers.
His eyes opened, and he watched me. My fingers moved down his neck to the hollow of his throat.
He dipped his head and kissed me. Soft lips pressed to mine, and sparks tickled me down to my toes. I couldn’t help the moan or grinding my hips against his. It happened naturally, organically, an effortless entwining of our bodies. He groaned as he responded with his own arousal.
He rolled us, pinning my body under his, and he kissed me deeply. It wasn’t the kind of kiss made during hookups or from second guessing straight guys. It was the kind of kiss that reached inside and imprinted on my heart.
All the forbidden lust and desperate passion that I had wanted so badly was now in my arms and wanting me as thoroughly as I wanted him.
“You slept,” he murmured. I nodded and pressed my lips to the edge of his jaw. A deep, graveled hum resonated from his chest. It caught my blood on fire, and there was no hiding the swell of my cock against his hip.
“Say thank you, Holden,” he murmured, now in my ear, and I shivered as the heat of his breath permeated my blood. I arched, and his hand slid between us to grip my cock.
“Fuck you,” I groaned.
It was so quiet, and it felt wrong to speak louder than whispers.
He had me panting with just a few kisses and his hand. Nolan stroked me slowly, and it didn’t take very long to harden.
He kissed down my body. Feather light, brushing his lips across my skin, making my muscles ripple and my cock come alive.
For someone new to being with a man, he sure knew how to light me on fire. His scruff brushed my belly, and I shivered and moaned. Nolan lavished attention on my body with soft caresses down my leg and back up again. The touch tingled, but it was so light it wasn’t enough. I squirmed for more.
Cum leaked from my cock, and I was panting. He hardly touched me and already commanded me in such a way I was willing to give anything, almost everything, just to have his lips on my cock.
“You really have no problem with this,” I gasped. He dipped his head, ensuring his ruff chin scraped my skin.
“Not with you,” he murmured. Nolan sat up, dragged my boxers off, and threw them. He grinned like the devil about to steal my soul, and then he started kissing me again. The edges of my world began to blur into color, dissolving into a dream so sweet I surrendered to it.
I lifted my head. He was at the base of my cock, licking. It was an incredible sight.
“Just me?” I asked. His eyes flicked up again.
“Tried thinking about other guys,” he kissed up my shaft, and thick beads of cum leaked from my tip. This was the first time his mouth had been on my cock. Controlling my breathing, I anticipated the moment when he closed around my head. “Not so much as a twitch.”
“Oh god,” I groaned and dropped my head back.
I was so ready for him to swallow me. He was there. Right there. Mouth open and a millimeter from my aching shaft.
