Page 97 of Studs Up
“Not yet,” he growled. “Say it again.”
My toes curled, and I fought his legs to open up so he could get deeper, but he was in control. I buried my face into the bed to whimper and whine and desperately trying to keep from cumming. The friction of the bed against my cock and the relentless pounding in my ass had me crumbling to pieces.
I knew what he wanted, and he already had it.
“I’m yours.”
I clenched on him, and he hissed.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he panted in my ear. “Your ass is so tight. Perfect for my cock.” I shuddered violently, and my body began to shake. The orgasm was going to kill me, and I was racing toward it at breakneck speed. He kept hitting the right spot, and that was it. I couldn’t warn him as my cock exploded and my ass pulsed around his cock.
Nolan grunted and groaned as he drove in deep a final time and came.
I shivered and moaned as he continued to throb and push deeper inside me.
“Holy shit,” he rasped. He kept going, his body refusing to stop. He gave me every drop and peppered soft kisses between my shoulder blades and rocked slowly, letting me ride out the aftershocks of the orgasm.
I had been marked, claimed, owned, and yes, god, yes, I wanted it all.
“Someday,” he murmured. “I’m going to take you somewhere you can scream for me.”
I shuddered. Having to hold back and remember we could be caught felt like I couldn’t fully give myself to him, and the thought he could find somewhere where I could scream became an unbearable yearning. Months ago, he had mentioned taking me away in the off season, and that couldn’t come soon enough.
“Where?” I asked.
“Somewhere far, far away.” He kissed my neck. Light, chaste kisses.
“You have a place?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “And I am going to take you there and do all the naughty things you want.” He kissed my shoulders until his cock softened and slipped out.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir,” I said and tried to give him a salute but lacked the bone structure.
He disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a warm, damp cloth. He stretched out with me and carefully cleaned the mess he made of me.
“Holy fuck, I’m going to have to take you to a gay bar someday.”
“Do that, and you’ll be sore for a fucking month.” He pinched my ass, and I yelped.
“That’s not the deterrent you think it is,” I laughed and rolled over. He made his dissenting grunting noises. He had been jealous. Of women. It was possessive and hot as fuck.
“That was pretty clever of you,” he said.
“What was?” I was feeling warm and, fuzzy and dreamy.
“Getting one of those women to pay a driver.”
I smiled. “I am pretty clever.”
Since he kissed me in that hotel in Portland, there hadn’t been a single moment he left me unsatisfied or uncared for. He was taking to this secrecy like a fish to water, embracing it and making it a pillar of being with me.
“So if I’m yours, does that make you mine?”
His arm slid around me and yanked me close. A hand gripped my entire jaw, and he forced me to look at him. Sapphire irises swallowed me whole.
“I’ve been yours for a long time, Holden.” His thumb grazed over my lips. The intensity of his eyes pouring into mine sucked the air right out of my lungs.
