Page 87 of Studs Up
If he was going to tease, so could I. Cupping his bulge, I turned my lips up to his neck and began to lick and suck as I squeezed him.
He closed his eyes and pushed the plug all the way back in.
My cock was rock hard, and I needed relief.
“Nolan, please,” I whined. I rolled my hips up, and he opened his eyes. He ripped my pants off and then stepped back. I was naked, and Nolan was looking at me like it was the first time. He dragged his eyes from my cock, up my stomach to my chest, and then my eyes and the heat simmering in his made me gasp.
He spun me around and bent me over the dresser under the mirror. His dark eyes were focused on my ass. I pressed back into his cock.
“Please,” I begged again. “I need you.”
His eyes flicked up and the darkness was replaced with something animalistic. He bent over me and grabbed my cock, massaging it and rolling his bulge into my crease. Thick and hard and so close but so far away. I dug my fingers into the wood, trying to keep from collapsing on it altogether.
His hand planted next to mine, pushing us into the dresser. It rocked and groaned, and neither of us cared.
Needing more, I arched and twisted, wound my fingers into his hair, and kissed him. He wasn’t even inside me yet, and I was nearly ready to blow. It had been too long. Far too long.
“Don’t move,” he growled in my ear. The hot breath made me buckle, but I didn’t move. He was only gone for a second before returning with lube.
It might have only been fractions of a second for him to pop the cap open, but it felt like an eternity.
“Nolan,” I breathed. His control had slipped, and his eyes were all on my ass as he lubed himself up. Then and only then did he play with the plug. Pulling it slowly out and then pushing it gently back in.
“Take it out,” I growled. The plug was nothing but a tool to keep me ready. Pleasurable, yes, Nolan’s cock? Not even in the same fucking category. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to play with me, but we didn’t have that kind of time, and he knew it.
He pulled it out, and I sighed as he lined his cock up and replaced the plug. He stretched me open, and the pain I had been craving rippled through my body.
The stretch and burn of his head pushed inside me. I needed to be filled and urged him on with moans and whimpers.
“Fuck me,” I breathed. “Please.” Nolan didn’t stop. He kept going. He didn’t pull out or slow down to let me adjust. He pushed all the way in. The slide of his hardness made me pant desperately.
“Yes,” I groaned and pushed back.
“Fuck,” he grunted, grabbed my hips, and thrust deep, all the way until there was nothing between his body and mine. Pain and pleasure shot through me, and I had to seal my lips to keep from crying out.
“Every fucking time,” he growled. “So fucking tight.”
My body convulsed, and I clenched on him.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Keep doing that, and I’m not gonna last long.”
I slid my hand into his hair and pulled him down.
“Honey, we don’t have much time. You know Alex is going to be knocking on that door.”
“Fuck,” he grunted, and I braced as Nolan unleashed his body. It was hard and fast and rough and so perfect.
I begged him for more. I drowned in ecstasy and lust.
“Nolan, more.” He responded with powerful thrusts, his thighs working to satisfy me.
He drew back and did it again and then again. I pushed back to meet him.
“Harder,” I begged, and Nolan’s body complied. The dresser began to shudder under the force of our fucking, and my ability to care was slipping. I just wanted this all the time. Anything else didn’t seem to matter as much as having him inside me.
I whimpered. The quickie wouldn’t be enough, and knowing it would be hours and hours before we got back to the hotel was cruel and unusual, punishable by the Geneva Convention or something.
The sounds that came out of my mouth were a mixture of words begging him to fuck me and moans. Nolan obliged fucking me harder and harder until sweat formed on his face and neck. I was red and mewling.
