Page 42 of Studs Up
“Then we’ll be as careful as you need to be.”
“That’s going to be pretty fucking careful,” I said.
“Don’t worry,” he murmured and brushed his lips against mine. Shivers and heat and all the wonderfully dirty things he inspired made my cock leak. “I’m still going to yell at you.”
“Fuck you,” I murmured back. He grinned, and this time, when he kissed me, it was a full-body experience. He pressed me into the wall, and I could feel all of him from head to toe. Arms slid all the way around me, and I was so tight to his body I didn’t know where I ended and he began.
My moan was needy and slutty and invoked a heat from him that I would never be able to escape.
I was going to cum in my pants if he kept grinding against me like this.
“Oh my god,” I was gasping and clutching at him. Nolan had moved his kisses to my ear and my neck, and I wasn’t sure if my feet were even on the floor anymore.
“Not god, just Nolan,” he whispered roughly in my ear.
“You are such an asshole,” I laughed, and it quickly died into breathless gasps. I surrendered completely and ground my cock into his hip.
The pounding on the door was fierce, and I jerked.
“Yo, Monroe!” Alex bellowed.
“Fucking Prince,” he groaned in frustration. Things were getting so good.
Nolan was growling like a predator that had been denied a meal. His eyes darkened, and he stared at the door. I wouldn’t have been shocked if he blew right threw it to strangle Alex. There was a pretty good possibility that I wouldn’t have stopped him.
Nolan turned back to me. He seemed pretty intent on ignoring Alex and sucked at the skin under my ear until I whimpered.
“Holden, come on!” Alex shouted and banged on the door.
“Um,” I licked my lips. “We should go.” I looked down a the bulge in his pants and moaned. It was thick and pushing the limits of what his jeans could hold.
“We’ll finish this when we get back,” he said, rough and rumbly. I shivered and bit my lip.
“Please don’t talk like that,” I breathed and closed my eyes, willing my body to obey my commands. Except the commands were confusing.
He leaned in and spoke right in my ear.
“Like what?” He made every effort to deepen his voice, and I shuddered. “Like this? Don’t you want to know what I want from you?”
My knees buckled.
“I swear to god, Nolan,” I gasped. “I can’t go out there with an erection.”
“Okay,” he pulled back and put distance and icy cold air between us. “Coach Mirren naked.”
Well, that did it. My cock deflated like a balloon as intrusive images of Mirren naked sucked all the arousal out of my blood.
“Fuck you,” I hissed.
“Maybe,” he said and turned to his suitcase on his bed and pulled out his team coat. “We’ll find out.”
And he strode right out the door. I gulped in air and hurried to get mine. Alex was in the hall waiting for me, watching Nolan meet up with Charlemagne and Morales.
“What the hell took you so long?” He looked me up and down. “Are you okay? You look like a fucking lobster. Did he say something?”
“No,” I shook my head.
“Are you getting sick?”
