Page 162 of Studs Up
“I’m gonna fuck you like this every day,” he grunted. “I’m going to make you scream my name and fuck anyone who hears us.”
“Oh god,” I groaned and humped the bed with my hips. My cock was hardly ever touched when we had sex, it didn’t matter the orgasms he gave me were explosive and perfect.
I detached from everything. This was all that existed. Anything else didn’t matter. Just him and me in our cabin and the rings on our fingers. That was it.
“Nolan,” I warned and clenched his fingers between mine. He went faster, pumping into me so deep I forgot how to breathe.
“Everyday,” he panted. “Just like this.”
I wanted to cry. I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t in control of my body. I wanted to laugh and cry and beg and scream.
I pushed myself up but he forced me back down. My job was to be pleasured and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Oh god,” I groaned.
“Come on, sweetheart, scream for me.”
He went faster and I felt the orgasm coming it built in my core until I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I screamed his name and let it all go. My body convulsed as I came, jerking and shuddering. The orgasm shredded me as the cum shot out of my cock right into the sheets.
He turned his head and stared into my eyes as he slammed into me one last time before he exploded. Hot cum filled my ass as he throbbed deep inside, releasing every drop he had.
“Fucking perfect,” he rasped with the last thrust and I trembled. He kissed my neck with lazy kisses. “Always so fucking perfect.”
I buried my face into the bed and rode the after shocks with him.
That was it. There was not a solid structure left in my body. My brain was mush, my muscles didn’t work.
Nolan slid out and rolled me over. I smiled up at him. It took the last of my energy to lift my hands.
“Mine,” I breathed as I cupped his face.
“You’re goddamn right, I am,” he panted and kissed me.
Nolan
He fell asleep on my chest. A deep, dead to the world sleep. I didn’t move. I stroked his hair, kissed his head, and lay there counting how it could have gone wrong and all the ways it went right.
The sun had come up, hidden behind thick gray clouds. Snow fell in tiny flakes, building hills and valleys of a painted white winter for miles.
There was just enough light for the ring to shine. I wasn’t a sentimental guy, or at least I hadn’t been. But seeing that ring on his finger was better than any trophy I would ever win. I lifted it, kissed it, and watched a sleepy smile spread across his lips.
He slept the whole day. After twelve hours, I made him get up and get water and something to eat and then made love to him again, and then he slept.
He slept the next day, too. All of that time, he couldn’t overcome his nightmares, was released, and he was playing catch up.
When I was sure nothing would wake him, I left him and went for a run in the woods until I was far enough away he couldn’t hear me scream and that’s where I let out all the rage that I had been keeping inside.
Fucking cameras in his bedroom. I wanted to kill Marcel. The violation was deep and irreparable.
I raged until I was horse and I promised myself and Holden that I would ensure Marcel got every ounce of punishment he deserved. He took everything from me, I would take everything from him.
Fucking cameras in the bedroom. He had used our happiest moments for ransom. Never again would someone take from us. These woods, the cabin, and all the miles put between us and the world made this place our sanctuary and I would do everything to protect it.
Holden would always feel safe here.
When I was done, I returned to find Holden still sleeping, tucked deep into our bed and a faint smile on his face. The sight of him soothed out the last of my fury.
