Page 62 of Studs Up
“You had like six shots on goal,” I threw back. In the reflection of the glossy elevator doors, I saw the spark in his eye. “Could have put any one of those in, but you didn’t.”
“Oh my god,” Alex muttered and dropped his head back and looked to the heavens for salvation.
“It’s not as easy as it looks,” Holden turned to me. “I’d like to see you try.”
The doors slid open, and we all emptied into the hall.
“Not my job.”
“Whatever, your job is easy.”
I stopped and gaped at him. He turned and smiled as he walked backward.
“This is going to be our life forever, isn’t it?” Marcel asked Alex.
“God, I really hope not.”
“Easy?” I said. “You think my job is easy?” The closer we got to our door, the more my blood sped up with the anticipation.
“Sure,” he shrugged with a smirk. “All you have to do is keep track of their players. I have to do all the work.”
Alex stopped at his door and inserted his card to open it.
“Should I put my headphones on?” He asked before stepping inside.
“Maybe they’ll kill each other,” Marcel answered at his door across the hall and two doors down.
Holden kept going. Eagerness was written all over him.
“Let’s hope so,” Alex muttered. “Then we’d all get some peace and quiet.”
“That was a fucking joke, right?” I growled. “Because it’s not fucking funny.” I was getting hard watching his body. I needed him naked, spread open, and begging.
Alex banged his head on his door.
“Fuck you both, and good night,” he called before his door slammed shut.
“Same,” Marcel added. “And if you two are going to spend the night yelling at each other, do us the courtesy of being quiet.”
“Fuck you,” I snapped as I passed him. My patience with Marcel was thin.
“No,” Holden shook his head and adopted a serious tone I saw right through. The fucker was baiting me and it was working. “I would never joke about something as important as being the hero of a game.”
He opened our door and dove through it. I caught it before it closed and slammed it behind me. I was about to retort when he spun around and pushed me against the door. The wild intensity in his eyes made me groan. He was ready. His hand dove into my pants and gripped my cock, pulling it out as he dropped to his knees.
There wasn’t time to say anything before he sucked me whole into his mouth.
I groaned. He worked my cock up and down, bobbing, with his eyes looking up. Fucking beautiful. My hand was in his hair and controlling the rhythm. I pressed him all the way down and he swallowed every inch.
“Goddamn,” I breathed, feeling his tight throat contract and then I let him go. “Keep doing that and I’m going to cum.” He grinned and licked his lips.
“Fuck.” I ran my hand through his hair and down his cheek for a brief caress before I pulled him up.
He gasped when I pushed him to the wall and kissed him hard. Hands worked quickly to get rid of clothes and the kisses became urgent. His breath quickened and he was soon panting to the beat of my heart.
“Inside me,” he begged, his arms lifted as I ripped off his shirt. “Please.”
“Clothes,” I grunted like a caveman. He had his hands on me, pawing and grasping. My coat disappeared, and then my shirt. I dragged his pants down, and he kicked them off.
