Page 31 of Studs Up
The second my fingers closed around his bare cock, I was in, all the way. He fit perfectly into my hand, warm and smooth and pulsing.
Holden
In the split second, before he kissed me, I expected rough. I expected aggressive. I expected anger. Soft and tender was a startling surprise. It was so slow that time seemed to come to a stop. He explored carefully, I parted my lips and I let him have whatever he wanted.
Feeling his hard cock rubbing with mine was forbidden ecstasy. He was big, thick, and restrained in his pants. Getting him in my mouth, tasting him, stripped away any and all barriers I had.
This was dangerous. His cock in my mouth was something I never thought would happen, and now that it had, I needed more.
The tenderness of his fingers wiping away my tears stopped my heart, and the kiss stole my breath. I didn’t know what exactly was happening here, but I wasn’t pushing him away like I should. The quietest moan escaped from him.
I had just swallowed his dick, and he had his tongue in my mouth, tasting himself and not shying away. Of course, Nolan Reed didn’t shy away from anything, apparently.
I shuddered as his palm passed over the head of my cock. One hand gripped his shirt, the other on the back of his neck, and I was holding on for my life. Each stroke of his hand was smooth and perfect. He didn’t even pull me out. My cock was aching to be free, but I didn’t want him to let go to pull my pants open the rest of the way.
“Nolan,” I breathed his name before I could even think about it, and the rumble it drew from his chest was so fucking sexy I almost blew right there.
“I love the way you say my name.” The deep gravel of his voice sent electric shocks of pleasure to my cock, and it made me whimper and gasp.
His arm slid around the small of my back, and his strength braced me against his body.
His sapphire eyes did not look away as I trembled. A fucking hand job was getting me weak in the knees.
If he weren’t holding me up, I would have collapsed the second his thumb passed over my head.
“Oh shit,” I gasped as I felt the climax peak. The heat and the tightening in my core.
“Cum for me,” he said in a deep rumbly voice that stripped away any strength I had left. “I want to see what you look like.”
I gripped his coat and held on.
“Nolan,” I sucked in air as I let it go and came. My cock pulsed and throbbed as cum shot out right into my pants.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he demanded. I kept them open, just barely. Waves and waves of pleasure crashed through me and didn’t stop until there was nothing left, and Nolan slowed to a gentle stroke.
I gulped down air and tried to replay the turn of events that got me here because I was definitely hallucinating.
He pulled his hand out, letting me go. His hand was covered in cum, and I almost died right there when he licked the cum off his fingers.
This was a dream, right? It had to be.
Nolan leaned in and kissed me so gently that I nearly crumbled. This time I tasted myself, and it was so fucking hot I could have gotten hard again.
I kept waiting for that roughness that he exuded, but it didn’t seem to exist.
I swallowed as I fought to breathe. His forehead rested on my brow.
“So, now what?”
“Now, You answer the fucking phone when I call.”
He kissed me again, tender and deep. He cupped my neck and the back of my head, and the whole world began and ended where he touched me.
“I have to go,” he murmured. “You were late.” Suddenly, I regretted all the time I wasted in getting here. What else could have happened if I had shown up as soon as I could?
“The room is paid for the night. Take a shower and stay. But if you run up a thousand dollar room service bill, I will make you pay.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask how exactly I would pay, but I kept my mouth shut.
