Page 65 of Studs Up
“Oh shit,” he gasped. “Nolan, oh shit.” His fingers dug deep into my skin, and his heels dug into my back. “I’m gonna cum.”
The pulse and pull of his ass seconds before I felt the hot cum shoot out of his cock. He cried and I tightened my grip on his mouth. I couldn’t hold on. His orgasm and the sounds he made sent me over the edge into ecstasy.
The intense waves of pleasure I had been fighting broke.
I came, exploding deep inside him, thrusting hard and making damn sure I hit his prostate, dragging out his orgasm for as long as I could.
He started shaking. His whole body was wracked with tremors and whimpers.
I lifted my head as I shot the last of my cum to find tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.
I kissed him so gently as I slowed down. He kissed back lazily. His hands cupped my face, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs.
There were words for what we had done. Words I couldn’t admit yet. It was too soon to believe that was more than just a good fuck. But I knew I had been destroyed. Absolutely eviscerated. I would have no one else. No one could ever match the man in my arms.
Neither of us said anything between the kisses and catching our breaths. It took a long time to come down from the high. Nothing felt as good as being inside him and feeling my cum, slowly leaking out. I didn’t want to move.
“Are you okay?” I was afraid I’d hurt him. He was still shaking, but the smile that spread across his perfect lips was sweet, sated satisfaction.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “Very, very okay. Are you okay?”
“Perfect,” I said, his head tilted, and his hand ran through my hair. “Why?”
“You’re shaking.”
I was. My arms and legs were trembling, and now that I noticed, I couldn’t stop it.
“So are you,” I said.
“Yeah, that’s what happens after mind blowing sex,” he laughed.
“Mind blowing, huh?” I barely had the energy to raise an eyebrow.
“Don’t let it go to your head,” he muttered dryly.
I grinned. “Too late.”
My softening cock started to slide out, and we both groaned. I shifted off of him and pulled him with me. We lay together, kissing and holding on until we stopped shaking. It could have been minutes or hours, it didn’t matter.
What did matter was we were going home tomorrow and that feeling that had been sitting in my chest all week intensified. It was maddening and painful. There was nothing I could do about it. We would go back to our separate lives and back to rivals. I wasn’t sure how we would navigate the future.
There were significant problems here. I was beginning to understand his fear. I felt it for him. What would happen to him if this all came out?
I pulled him closer, held him tighter, and as though he was reading my mind, he clutched onto me, and, for a while, we pretended that this night wouldn’t end.
Holden
For the first time, my sleepless night had been spent with a perfect cock buried inside me and listening to the grunts and moans of a man I was obsessed with. We did it two more times.
I never had anyone bare before. I barely did anything and it drove him wild. He showered me with all the attention. Kisses all over my body, touches, caresses.
When he came he was filled with awe and wonder as he stared me right in the eyes. No one had ever looked at me like that. I had never been seen as the prize and the reverence in his gaze was too much.
I was terrified to return all of those feelings. It would make it real and I couldn’t do that. I knew he would want me to show him the same affection and even though I was overflowing with it, I was too scared to give all of myself to him.
Just as we passed out, exhausted and unbelievably satisfied, he wrapped his body around me like a shield, protecting me from the world.
He dutifully dragged me out of bed a few hours later, and we showered together for the last time. He didn’t rush things, and I didn’t urge him to.
