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Chapter Twenty-Nine
The Most Acrobatic Position Taylor Has Ever Attempted
I hadn’t really known what to expect of Holt’s living situation. A modern penthouse? A mansion? A Gothic castle looming on a cliff?
Following his directions, I pulled onto a long, private drive and saw a decently sized, but not huge, house up ahead. It looked mid-century, with a covered porch glowing with string lights. It was secluded, with no other houses in sight and empty land stretching beyond the trees that lined the driveway.
“It looks really nice,” I told Holt as I stopped the car on the driveway and unbuckled my seat belt.
When we climbed out, he opened the back door to grab my backpack and the cowboy hat, which he promptly placed on his head before grinning at me as he grabbed my hand to lead me to the porch.
The moment he opened the front door, I had to blink rapidly to get used to the pink glow filling the space. I’d been wrong on the placement—I’d thought it’d be over his bed—but I’d called it. There was a big neon sign on the wall directly opposite that simply said, Holt.
He grinned and tossed back his long hair as I snorted. “Told you I’m bougie.”
“I like it,” I said as I toed off my sneakers to leave them neatly by the door. Holt did the same, revealing bright pink socks, but kicked his shoes carelessly out of the way before tugging me directly up the staircase.
My belly tightened with every step. Several doors led off from the upstairs hallway, and Holt beelined for the one at the end, opening it and leaving me at the door to turn on the bedside lamps. As warm light filled the room, I was left with no doubt that this was his bedroom. The walls were a muted grey, and the bedding, faux fur rug and curtains were hot pink.
“Nice,” I said, my gaze returning repeatedly to the bed. It was big. The sheets looked soft. I bet it smelled really good—like Holt.
He dropped my backpack on a velvet armchair next to a gilded full-length mirror as I took a few hesitant steps into the room. I was suddenly nervous. I hadn’t had any kind of penetrative sex in a really long time. What if I was bad at it now?
Oh god, what if I’d always been bad at it and no one had ever told me?
Holt had tossed the cowboy hat onto the bed before making his way back over to me. His brows twitched into a tiny frown, and he rested a soothing hand on my chest.
“Want a tour? Or to go sit downstairs or in the yard and talk?”
I knew what he was doing—giving me an out in case I’d changed my mind. I swallowed and shook my head. The nerves were still there, but they were excited nerves. Not scared or apprehensive nerves. I wanted this. I wanted Holt.
Closing the scant distance between us, I slid my hands onto his sides and tilted my chin to kiss him. Holt kissed me back softly at first, but when he no doubt felt the arousal bubbling quickly to the surface, quickening my breaths, he groaned and tilted his mouth to sink his tongue deep.
I lifted my arms to wrap them around his neck, fingers threading through his hair. Holt’s hands drifted onto my ass and squeezed as the kiss grew hotter and messier, our tongues thrusting together hungrily. He pressed his hips into me, and I groaned at the heat of his stiffening cock.
My pulse speeding up, I started shoving off his suit jacket. He quickly shucked it, still kissing me desperately, as my fingers fumbled with the buttons on his waistcoat. Holt’s hands joined in to help, a frustrated groan vibrating into my mouth when his frantic fingers slipped on the last button. As the waistcoat joined his jacket on the floor, he cupped my face and started walking backwards toward the bed, his lips never leaving mine for a second. I was fumbling with his tie, trying to loosen the knot, then letting it fall to the floor as I started unbuttoning his shirt. I resisted the urge to see what it was like to literally rip a shirt off a man’s body. His probably cost a fortune.
Just as his shirt hit the floor, Holt finally tore his mouth from mine to yank my T-shirt up and over my head. Then he was pushing me back onto the bed and climbing on top of me, our rapid breaths heating the air between us before he crushed his mouth back to mine. My heart was pounding, dick already straining in my jeans when he reached between us to fumble with the button.
Curling his fingers under the waistbands of my jeans and boxer briefs, he started tugging them down together as he shuffled back on the bed, kissing feverishly down my neck and chest and stomach on his descent. He pushed them off, along with my socks, then lunged back up to thrust his tongue into my mouth with a desperate groan.
My hands were trembling as I reached for his zipper. He helped me take his pants off, and I saw a flash of hot pink as his socks joined the pile of clothes on the floor beside the bed.
Then we were both naked. Completely naked together for the first time. My breaths trembling out of me, I looked down between our bodies to see his cock with its gleaming copper head nestled against mine. The grey skin on his hips blended seamlessly into the copper on his legs, which were long and leanly toned like the rest of him. He was beautiful, and I was surprised to realise I didn’t feel self-conscious or lacking in comparison. I couldn’t, not with the way Holt was looking at me, his eyes heavy with lust and his breaths leaving him in rapid spurts.
He kissed me again with a groan, fusing our bodies until there wasn’t an inch of space between us. Our hard cocks pressed together tightly, making my breath catch. I twined my legs around his upper thighs, straining my hips up to get even closer.
Holt moaned into my mouth, his hips starting to rock, sliding his length against mine. Wetness smeared over my cock and stomach, making me shudder as I glided my hands down his sides, then gripped his ass tight, urging him to thrust faster.
A helpless groan tore from Holt’s throat as he broke the kiss to pant against my mouth. “Taylor.”
I was painfully hard thanks to the interrupted blowjob earlier, worryingly close to coming already. But I couldn’t stop. I crushed my mouth back to his, my hips writhing on the bed to drag my cock against him. I felt his dick pulse, which made my own throb with a gush of pre-cum. My fingers tightened on his ass, biting into firm, supple skin as I bucked against him faster. I was reaching the point of no return. I could feel it tightening my lower back, making my balls lift as they brushed against his. I was moaning continuously into Holt’s mouth, the kiss growing messy and frantic as I lost concentration.
He tore his mouth from mine, trembling lightly, and shifted back to kiss his way down my chest and stomach. A plaintive whine left me as I clutched the sheets, hips straining up, my cock throbbing for more stimulation. He only pressed a brief kiss to it before continuing lower.
My breath caught when he cupped the backs of my knees and pushed them toward my shoulders. I immediately grabbed them, holding them up so he could palm my exposed ass, tilting it even higher. A tiny gasp escaped me when he lowered his mouth to my asshole, tongue lapping and swirling.
“H-Holt.” My toes curled in the air, eyes threatening to roll back. Oh my god, I hadn’t felt this in so long.
