Page 64 of Studs Up
“Nolan,” his voice was soft and gentle, and I opened my eyes and found him with his arms out, waiting for me. I didn’t make him wait as I leaned over and sank deeper into him.
His hands cupped my face, and he kissed me slowly. And then broke the kiss with a sharp gasp when I pushed deeper. His hand slid into my hair, and he held on tight. I withdrew and then pushed again.
“You feel so good,” he whispered. My hips gave him a little involuntary thrust as the heat of his breath brushed my skin, shot straight to my cock. “Oh my god.”
I drew back and gave him another thrust, harder this time, and basked in the way his eyes rolled, and his heels dug into me.
“Fuck me,” he begged. “Fuck me, please.” His arms and legs wrapped around me, holding me.
Sliding one arm under his neck and using the other to brace against the headboard, I gave him what he wanted.
Long, deep thrusts until he writhed and gasped for air. He chanted quiet prayers and begged for more. The world had closed in, and it was just us.
I couldn’t stop. I was driven by the urge to please him. He moaned my name and arched under me, pressing his stone hard cock to my belly.
And then he said something that sent me over the edge.
“I need you.” His eyes watered, and his hold tighter
I buried my face into his neck and unleashed my hips. I lost the ability to control myself. All I could hope was that we weren’t loud enough to be heard.
I need you. It rang in my head over and over in my head. I need you. I need you. I need you.
Each drive into him made him moan and whimper louder until I clamped my hand over his mouth.
“Shh,” I grunted. His muffled sounds made it all more desperate and urgent that I make him cum.
There was nothing like the feeling of being inside him and having him hold on like his life depended on it.
“More,” he moaned through my hand. I couldn’t refuse him. My brain had utterly disconnected, and I gave him anything he asked for. Deeper, harder, faster. All of it.
I couldn’t look at him. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to hold on as long as he needed me to. Instead, I added to his pleasure. I sucked and licked his throat. His pulse pounded under my lips, and he tasted like salt and skin.
“You feel so fucking good,” I grunted in his ear. Each thrust into his smooth hole was bliss. Every sound he made, his grip in my hair, and holding him in my arms was everything. I didn’t know that life, sex, and intimacy were so potent when the one I needed was begging for more of me.
None of this had ever been important to me because I didn’t know he was what I was waiting for.
At that moment, Holden was the whole world, and that feeling wouldn’t go away. I never wanted it to.
He shuddered and whined with each long stroke.
“Such a tight, perfect ass,” I groaned. I could have lived my whole life never knowing how good he felt. Not just being buried deep inside him, but him under me, in my arms, breathing my name.
“Oh god, Nolan, oh god.” He arched his head back, and pressed my face into his throat.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” I nipped the skin.
“How long?” He was panting hard and fast.
“Forever,” I whispered. The hate was a mask for the truth. The truth was, I needed him, perhaps more than he needed me.
His moan was so loud I pressed my cheek to his and covered his mouth again. “I want you to scream, sweetheart, but you can’t. Hold on for me.”
He nodded and tried so hard to keep it in.
Suddenly, his body tensed, but I didn’t stop. His muscles convulsed, and he arched under me. His breath changed into stuttering gasps, and the pitch of his whimpers rose.
I lost complete control of my body. I chased his pleasure with my own. The building orgasm shot down my spine and made me plunge deep inside him.
