Page 46 of Studs Up
He was making the sounds I wanted from him. Panting and whimpering. Cum dripped from his cock onto my stomach.
There was no doubt in my mind. It was all about Holden, and it always would be.
Holden
The fingers that dug into my ass propelled me forward as he thrust into my hand. I couldn’t understand the tenderness of his touch. Never in a million years did I think this was what it would be like to have sex with Nolan Reed.
But god, I needed this. I needed him. It was perfect and passionate and everything.
“Oh god,” I whimpered. His face, that beautiful, perfect face, was strained in pleasure. But those fucking eyes were focused solely on me. The rest of the world didn’t exist. To him, I was the only thing.
His cock throbbed against mine, pulsing and yearning.
“Cum with me,” he rasped. His fingers tightened in my flesh as his orgasm chased mine.
I could only moan. I was so lost. I felt his powerful thighs each time he drove his hips up
“Look at me,” he ordered. I hadn’t realized I closed my eyes, but I opened them and looked down, falling into those blue eyes.
“Oh god, Nolan,” I whimpered and came. My body convulsed, and I shot spurt after spurt of cum onto his stomach. The spray of pearly cum was violent, and I covered myself too.
Nolan grunted and tensed as his cock pulsed in my hand. Thick ropes of cum shot out of him and mixed with mine.
His chest heaved deep breaths. I was panting and gulping air. His hand slid into my hair, and he pulled me down, kissing me deeply as his other hand grazed along my skin. I laid on his chest, catching my breath and letting him have his fill.
“You okay?” I asked, after indulging him. He didn’t answer. He rumbled with a darkly satisfied grin. I blushed under the intensity of his gaze.
Shifting down his legs, I cleaned him up. Licking and kissing the cum away. His body relaxed, and he ran his hand through my hair as he watched. He seemed totally at ease with what he had just done.
He groaned softly.
I didn’t even think he would like it before I kissed him. This was so new to him, and a cum kiss wasn’t usually something you started with.
Before I could pull away and apologize, Nolan rolled me onto my back and kissed me into the bed. His full weight on my body invited so many more arousing thoughts, particularly of him inside me.
“That was pretty fucking good,” he murmured in my ear.
“Wait for the post nut clarity,” I said. He pushed up and propped himself on an elbow to stare down at me.
It was hard to reconcile this, Nolan. The one with gentle, adoring eyes. He looked at me like he found something he had been searching for his whole life, which was ridiculous.
His finger started to trace along my chin and down my neck, rising and falling over my Adam’s apple and to the hollow of my throat.
My chest heaved as I tried to control my breathing as the finger kept going, making a slow and steady pass down my chest and along my abs to the sticky spots of cum. He gathered some with his finger and brought it back to my lips.
I opened for him and sucked it clean. Then he held my chin as he kissed me again.
“Hmm,” he murmured. “I think things are pretty clear.”
“They are?” I wheezed and had forgotten what he was talking about. I had completely forgotten about anything that had been said before his finger became the sole focus of my world.
“You,” he turned my chin away from him, and he sucked at the sensitive skin under my ear until I quivered. “You are pretty fucking clear.”
He got off the bed and padded to the bathroom.
I lay there for a long time, trying to comprehend what happened and find the strength to move. The shower turned on, and a slit of light cut through the short hall.
Every single other time he took a shower, he closed and locked the door. It was an invitation.
