Page 58 of Studs Up
“Are you seriously going to make me beg?”
“You sound so beautiful when you beg,” I murmured. The whimper came with a full body shudder. He arched his hips and bowed his back. His body was definitely begging.
“Please,” he said. “Please suck my cock.” I couldn’t make him wait. I wanted it as badly as he did.
I started where I left off. Kissing down his body, sucking and playing with his nipples until they were hard, and he was panting desperately. Both his hands were in my hair, stroking, fisting, and pushing me further down his body.
I put up some resistance just to hear him whine. His cock was leaking in long steady streams. Cum pooled on his stomach, and the gasp he made when I licked it up did things in my chest. A tightening, throbbing, aching need stretched through my whole body.
It became urgent to have him in my mouth. I had tasted him, sweet and salty, and I wanted more. Please him, suck him, make him writhe. The only thing I couldn’t have in that moment was hearing him scream.
“I’ve never done this before, so you’ll have to tell me if I’m doing it right.”
“You’re doing just fine,” he rasped. The air was sucked out of his lungs when I licked the underside of his cock. He fisted the sheets on the bed and moaned.
“Fuck,” he groaned in a long breath as I sucked him into my mouth. The smooth head throbbed. Mine twitched in solidarity. I released him and licked my lips.
“Hm,” I mumbled.
“What?” Fear crossed his eyes. Maybe he thought I didn’t like it.
“Not what I thought you would taste like.”
“What-what do I taste like?” He winced. Salt, sweetness, and skin.
“Like I want more of you.”
He shuddered, and his body rolled. I smiled. Watching what I did to him was incredibly satisfying. I sucked him back into my mouth and took him as deep as I could, massaging his shaft with my tongue and playing gently with his balls.
He panted and moaned. He ran his hands through my hair and caressed my cheek. It was far more intimate than I had planned, and I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.
Letting go of his balls, I slid my hand under him and circled his hole. It was tight and the only place I hadn’t been. Holden sucked in a sharp breath and spread his thighs wider, giving me all the access he could.
I sat up on my knees to look at it. Pretty, pink, and tight.
“Nolan,” he moaned when I brushed my fingers against it. Nothing drove me more insane than listening to him beg with my name. The small part of my brain, still clinging to reality, screamed at me not to fuck him. I couldn’t risk hurting him. I was so desperate to stick my dick inside him that I was sure I would unleash all the pent up desire I had, but we still had one more game. He couldn’t play his best game with a sore asshole.
Until then, there were other ways of pleasuring him.
I got off the bed and stalked to my suitcase.
“Where are you going?”
“Lube,” I grunted.
Grabbing the bottle, I uncapped it as I slid back between his thighs. He bit his lip as he waited.
My cock ached to be inside him. But a blow job was going to have to do. I drizzled lube onto my fingers and got him slick and ready. He closed his eyes and sighed as I circled and pressed. When he was sufficiently wet, I settled back between his thighs and sucked him into my mouth.
He moaned and then whimpered when my finger breached the tight ring. I sucked deeper, and his hand grabbed my hair, pushing me down.
“More,” he begged. “Please, more.”
His head throbbed in my mouth, and his ass pulled on my finger. My cock wanted to be inside him so bad that I started humping into the bed as his cock hit the back of my throat. I choked on him and pulled back. His hand held me down, and I met his eyes.
Pulling out, I slid two fingers in and pumped them as I took his cock all the way down to his balls. The feeling of him filling me and watching him fall apart nearly made me cum.
“Oh my god,” he gasped and thrusted up into me. I slid my fingers deeper into him and curled to find his prostate. I knew exactly when I found it.
