Page 86 of Studs Up
When I deplaned, I got a picture of his ass with the caption,I have a surprise for you.
Standing on the sidewalk waiting for our ride with a semi, listening to Marcel talk about something I didn’t fucking care about while that image permanently burned itself into my brain was taxing.
At the hotel, dozens of players and staff were milling around, and I had to go through all the obligatory motions of checking in and getting my key card. Make a couple of bitchy comments about how hard it was to room with such a smart ass before I felt it was safe enough to get in the elevator.
For some cruel reason, our room was the furthest from the elevator. I finally keyed myself in and locked the door. He was leaning against the edge of the dresser with his arms crossed.
“What took you so long?” He asked. Crossing the room in three strides, I wrapped my arms around him and crushed him with a desperate kiss. All the seconds of waiting withered away because we were here now.
“What do you have for me?” I growled.
“You have to find it,” he said and tipped his head back as I made my way to his neck.
“Scavenger hunt, huh?”
“Yes. Oh god.” I sucked his ear, and my hands roamed his body. I couldn’t even begin to describe how good it felt to have him in my arms again.
“Going to give me a hint?”
He moaned and gasped as I pulled his shirt off and ran my hands down his back.
“You’ll find it,” he said. “I promise.”
He pawed at my clothes, shoving my coat off and tugging at my shirt. When I was bare, he leaned in and pressed his chest to mine—skin to skin, heart to heart, and for a moment, the frantic need was quelled.
I slowed down. We had two weeks. Every night we would be together, and I would make the most of it. Make the most of building trust so I could have all of him.
My hands drifted over his ass as we kissed. I barely squeezed when he gasped. Usually, it took more than that. I pulled him back until I could see us fully in the mirror over the dresser.
I slid my hands down his pants and between his cheeks and found it. Holden smiled and rested his head on my shoulder, watching us from the corner of his eye as I pushed his pants down over his ass.
With both hands, I pried his ass apart, and there it was. A black circle nestled into his hole.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Do you like?” He whispered.
“Yes.” I kneaded his flesh and felt him clench and thrust as I made the plug shift. I pulled on it, and it spread him open. I pushed it back in and loved the way he buried himself into my neck and sighed.
His hand slid between us and into my pants. It wasn’t hard to find my cock, it was straining for attention, and he delivered with warm fingers wrapping around it.
“How long have you been wearing this?” My voice was huskier and deeper.
“All day.”
“Fuck,” I breathed and played with it. “Did you think about me all day?”
His hand stroked my cock, and my precum leaked into his palm.
“Every fucking minute,” he said and closed his eyes as I pulled it out, watching his hole spread open for me. “All I could think about was your cock inside me the whole flight.” He squeezed my shaft, and I was all his.
Holden
This was the easy part. The part where I could let him have whatever he wanted, and I knew I was taken care of. All I had to do was hold on, and he would treasure me.
“Fuck, Holden.” The roughness of his voice sent shivers through my body. I needed this. The way he made me feel wanted, desired, and possessed was an obsession I couldn’t quench.
“Don’t make me wait,” I whimpered. He continued to play with it instead of bending me over like I needed to. He tugged at it, making me gasp and arch my ass out.
