Page 41 of Studs Up
“That’s disappointing,” I said.
“How’s that?” His face narrowed. I stepped closer. I wanted to kiss him until his cheeks were red and his lips were swollen. I wanted to make him pant and moan again. Not this cold distance.
“Because I don’t think you understood me the first time. I’m not going to tell anyone.”
The vein in his neck jumped, and his eyes widened with surprise. When his lips parted to release a quiet gasp, I almost did it. I almost leaned the rest of the way in and kissed him. My fingers clenched into my palms so tight, it hurt.
Silence stretched as we stared at each other. When he didn’t move or say anything, I straightened back up. Every muscle protested as I stepped around him.
His hand caught my wrist.
“Never?” He asked in a whisper.
“No, never. I told you. I’m an asshole. I’m not that kind of an asshole.” And I think he believed me because he pulled me back around.
“Nolan, I-”
I kissed him. I couldn’t stand it anymore. His reaction was immediate. Arms around my neck, hands sliding into my hair. He walked me back to the wall, and I pressed my whole body against him. I kissed him until I had to breathe and pull back. His eyes were closed, but his cheeks were flushed, and his lips were swollen.
Urges and needs that had been denied spilled over as I kissed him again. I tugged at the button on his jeans and slid one hand inside, the other cupping the back of his head as I kissed him deeper.
He moaned into my mouth. His cock was hard and throbbing in response to my touch.
“I still hate you,” he breathed.
I grinned, and he bit his lips, staring at my mouth.
“I don’t think you hate me as much as you want to.”
“Shut up,” he dragged me down for another kiss. I wanted to watch him cum again. It was all over my dreams. One time wasn’t enough.
Holden
Okay, I know what I said. But feeling his body, breathing in those kisses, made me weak and cowardly and really, really horny. I fucking wanted this. It was never supposed to happen, and now it was. How was I supposed to resist?
When his tongue slid into my mouth, I gave up. He was delicious and perfect. His quiet moans were erotic.
Whatever was happening was too good to let go. How could I walk away from this? I had to, though. I had to find something strong enough inside me to end whatever this was.
I had to close my eyes because I wasn’t going to make any right decisions when I was looking at him.
“This is dangerous,” I said.
“I know,” he murmured. I opened my mouth to explain that this had to stop, but Nolan did the most un Nolan thing. He pressed a simple kiss to my forehead. It was sweet and tender and so shocking that I stood there, letting it happen. He stroked my cock slowly, using the steady stream of precum leaking from my head as lube.
Something snapped inside me, and a flood of heat spread through every part of my body. Tension released, and air filled my lungs like it was my first breath.
I don’t think I had ever been kissed on my forehead before. I don’t remember my mom ever doing it or any lover I’d ever had. It was profoundly intimate, a promise I never asked for but needed. I loved it.
“I don’t want to let this end where it did,” he said. “But I understand. However you want this to continue, that’s what we’ll do.” He pulled his hand out of my pants, and I wanted to scream in protest.
“So, if I need to walk away?”
“Then we walk away,” he said and let go of me. Was he really willing to do that? Sparks were there and need and more that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Instinct had me grabbing him and pulling him back.
“I don’t want to walk away,” I said and did the stupid thing and looked into his eyes. It was all there, heat and want. His hand slid down my back and pressed my groin into his. And there that was too, a thick cock needing my attention.
I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips.
