He’d been untouchable for so long. Maybe I’d gotten it into my head that he always would be. Maybe that’s why I’d taken it so hard when he pushed too far and triggered himself. I was afraid it was inevitable.
Holden touching me was fine. But me touching him? Well, I’d known all along that would be harder for him.
But he found a way. And yes, it was a long way from everything we both wanted, but it was a start.
That night, he’d been overstimulated and beyond touch. Beyond socializing, even. I’d understood. We’d gone home, andI’d had dinner with his brothers while he retreated into his room for some alone time.
The next morning, he’d still seemed a little fragile, but by the morning after that, Holden was back to normal.
He’d kissed me awake, then slid down the bed and put his mouth on my ribs.
I squirmed, instantly ticklish. “Wh-what are you doing?” I asked between giggles.
“Just exploring,” he said, glancing up at me with eyes full of dark heat. Oh, this was going to bethatkind of exploration.
My cock twitched, eager for what was to come. Holden licked down my stomach, careful to keep a few inches between the rest of our bodies. Somehow, having only a single point of contact made it all the more erotic.
His warm, wet tongue traced around my navel, flicked my cockhead, then backtracked up to swirl around my left nipple.
“Fuck, Holden,” I murmured. “You’re gonna kill me.”
He chuckled low in his throat, clearly enjoying himself. I wriggled a little, careful not to move too much and cross his boundaries, but enough so he’d understand my impatience.
He took pity on me and finally slid back to where I wanted him. He licked me from root to rip, swirled his tongue over my cockhead, and then dipped the tip into my slit. I was burning up with lust, grabbing handfuls of sheets to resist the urge to grab his hair and pull his teasing mouth all the way onto my dick.
“Please, please, please,” I chanted.
“Oh, begging. I like that.” He finally,finallytook me into his mouth.
He sucked me off, drawing out gasps and moans that I couldn’t control. He took it slow, too slow, until I begged some more.
I was a whimpering, desperate mess by the time he let me come, swallowing around my spasming cock this time, drawing out the pleasure even more.
Then he’d raised up on his knees, hand on his cock.
“Do you think…my mouth?” I asked hesitantly.
Holden’s hand tightened on his thick dick, but he stilled his strokes. Considered me for a long moment.
“Not if it’s too much,” I added.
“Would you be willing to let me be in control?”
“Always.”
He climbed off the bed, then motioned me toward the edge. “No hands.”
I rolled over and crawled on hands and knees to the edge of the bed, then slowly opened my mouth.
Holden shuddered and closed his eyes.
I was about to suggest we call the whole thing off when his cockhead pushed between my lips.
He made a quiet, wounded sound that startled me. My eyes flew open as the salty flavor of his skin burst on my tongue.
His eyes were shiny with tears.
My heart dropped, and I started to pull back.
