HOLDEN
Istruggle to tear my gaze away from Korie as I tug their underwear down. Their erection bobs proudly, purple head slick with white liquid. I curl my hand around the base and stroke, licking the slit.
Korie curses.
I glide one hand up their smooth legs. Korie is trembling, whether from nerves or euphoria, I can’t be sure.
I take them all the way down my throat, until my nose hits warm skin.
Korie arches their back, heels digging into the mattress.
They spread their legs, bucking up like they want to thrust. I suck them hard, coaxing them until they fuck my mouth.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!” they mutter.
Our eyes meet as I hollow out my cheeks, and they curse again.
“Holden!”
I move lower, sucking on their balls. Korie tries to jack themself, but I bat their hand away.
“Don’t you dare. I’m having fun.”
Dropping their head back to the mattress, they groan. “You call this fun? This is torture.”
I chuckle and run a tongue along the vein on the underside of their cock.
They curse again.
I’ve always known, from overhearing Korie with other partners, that they were a loud lover.
But hearing it now, being the one to draw the noises from them…
it’s wrecking me in the best possible way.
Every needy whimper, every groan is gasoline to the fire.
All I want to do is find more ways to pull those sounds out.
A nagging thought in the back of my mind breaks through the lust. I should have more control. Slow down or even stop.
But that moment is long gone.
I’ve never been this hard or this turned on.
Lifting their ass, I slip a finger up the crease. When I touch their hole, Korie cries out. I tease their rim with my thumb as I suck their cock.
Korie whimpers my name, so I look up. They open and close one hand, silently pleading with me to give them something. When I don’t move, they make a jacking motion, then repeat the gesture.
Oh. They want me.
I’m not done with them—not even close—but I can refuse them nothing.
Climbing over Korie, I turn into a sixty-nine position and angle my cock back. A groan escapes me as they take me deep. The slick, wet heat is overwhelming as they suck me down.
“Holy… Korie.” I curl a fist into the sheets, eyes sliding closed.
Korie wastes no time tasting me, stroking me, licking my balls. When they swallow around my shaft, I drive down, making them gag. I pull back immediately, but they don’t stop. If anything, they seem more eager.
Sliding a finger between their ass cheeks, I touch their puckered hole again. Korie moans. Loudly. It turns into a needy, muffled, “Yesss. Please, yes!”
I look over my shoulder. Are we really doing this? Is Korie really asking me to fuck them? They lock eyes with me, still sucking, and nod again. Jesus.
“Hand me the lube.”
Korie lets out a frustrated whine, like the last thing they want to do is stop tasting me. But they fish it out of my nightstand, then return to blowing me… and my mind.
I drop my head forward, closing my eyes. “Shit, Kor. If I knew you were this good at giving head…”
Korie stops for a moment, laughing. “Same! But don’t stop! I want you so bad.”
I coat my fingers and their hole before stretching them. Korie bears down on me with way too much eagerness, but there’s a nervousness too. A slight tremor in their body that has nothing to do with desire.
I recognize it because I’m the same way.
A knot of fear tightens in my chest that we’re going too far, too fast, but it disappears as soon as Korie swallows me down again. I mutter against their skin.
When I can easily get three fingers in, I slide off them and turn around.
Korie’s lips are swollen and red, saliva all over their chin. Their eyes are hooded as they watch me, breaths heaving.
Excitement and anticipation swirl in my chest as I climb off to fish out a condom from the drawer. Korie is staring at my cock with a lust-drunk expression. “I didn’t know you were so big.”
I bite back a laugh. “You still want me?”
They nod. “Hurry.”
“Roll over, hon.”
Korie gets to their knees in the center of the bed.
I run my hands up their back as I crawl between their legs. My heart pounds as I add more lube and line myself up. Holding one hip, I guide myself in. Korie bears down, face in the mattress. They rock their hips, helping me until I bottom out.
The tightness is exquisite. I pull back and watch myself enter Korie’s body as I fuck slowly.
“You okay?”
They manage a weak nod into the mattress.
As they relax, I punch forward, earning a desperate whimper. “Yes! More.”
I find a rhythm easily, losing myself and driving in deep. The sound of skin against skin echoes around the room, along with Korie’s needy whimpers. They drive me higher, deeper. Faster.
Korie turns to look at me, mouth parted. Something in my chest squeezes at the raw lust in their expression, and I drive in again. They cry out. “Yes! Oh, fuck yes.”
When I bend over to kiss their shoulder. Korie pulls my hand around their middle until I am lying on top of them. It’s impossible to move holding them this way, but my god—how amazing it is to be buried inside them. I breathe hard against their skin.
“Kor?”
“So good,” they manage between breaths. “You feel so good.”
They roll their hips slowly, our cheeks touching.
I grit my teeth. “Need to move, hon.”
I kiss them once before letting go. Getting to my knees, I fuck Korie until the bed slams against the wall and their cries echo around the room. The scent of sweat and sex invades my senses.
When they tighten their channel around my shaft, I groan. “I’m going to come soon.”
Korie pushes up, fumbling until they’re on their knees. I pull them back against my chest, arms tight around their stomach, as their head falls back. I watch over their shoulder as they stroke themself.
They must be close too.
Korie turns their head, eyes hooded. We manage a sloppy kiss. “Touch me,” they breathe.
I cover Korie’s hand to jack them together, kissing their flushed skin. I drive in a few more times, then Korie gasps, reaching back to touch my face as their cock pulses. The sound they make as they come settles somewhere deep inside me.
I bury myself to the hilt, holding them close as their body spasms. My hips shudder, and I gasp as I spill into the condom.
We stay there, panting hard as our skin cools. Slowly, I pull out, being mindful of the rubber and tying it off.
Korie drops to their side, one arm thrown over their face. “I’m dead. I’m pretty sure I’m dead.”
I laugh, crawling on the bed with one knee. Leaning over them, I pull their arm away and kiss their lips. “You’re very much not dead.”
“Mmm. I dunno. That sure felt otherworldly.”
I pull them up to a standing position. “Come on. We need to shower and then fix the bed. Next time, let’s remember towels.”
Korie turns to me with an almost shy, disbelieving expression on their face. They raise their brows as if to say, Next time?
Yeah. I already know I want this again. But what have I been saying about rushing ahead?
As we climb into the shower, Korie keeps their back to me, head down. When I touch them, they tense as if bracing for something.
“You okay?” I ask, kissing the back of their neck.
They lean back into me, but still say nothing.
Emotion clogs my throat as fear inches its way in. Shit. We didn’t fuck up, did we? I told myself I was going to do things differently with Korie, yet here I am, falling into bed just days after I’d pulled the brakes the first time.
“Kor?”
They turn. “I’m good.”
I hold them until they stop shivering.
Korie reaches for the faucet to turn the water off, and we climb out, drying off and slipping back into underwear. When I see Korie eyeing the door, I reach for them.
“Stay with me tonight?”
Their expression is guarded, but hopeful. Slowly, they nod. “Okay.”
It takes immense effort to change the sheets with as little energy as I have now, but once we’re finally lying down, Korie curls against me.
Our eyes meet in the dark room, and I can almost see the uncertainty hidden in their depths. Because of the sex? Or because of everything else? It’s definitely overwhelming right now, but in a good way.
For me at least.
I kiss their forehead. Please don’t let this ruin twenty-seven years of friendship.
We say nothing as we drift to sleep.
Korie is gone when I wake the next morning, but there’s a string of texts waiting for me on my phone.
Korie: Thanks for last night. I think.
Korie: Fuck, I don’t want this to be weird. Is it weird? Shit, Holden… I don’t know what to do.
Korie: I didn’t want to leave you. That’s all I know.
Korie: Sorry, I’m … dammit. How can you do this.
That last one stings. Is Korie really comparing our morning after with all the times I’ve snuck out of someone else’s bed?
I frown at the screen. I should’ve known they’d panic. They aren’t the casual type, and we’ve barely talked about what is happening.
I text them back.
Me: It’s only weird if we make it weird, Kor, and trust me, I don’t want that either. I want to see you again. Can I bring you lunch? I’m off today.
I get out of bed and take a shower, then find my clothes from last night neatly folded on the couch. Korie must’ve done that before they left.
When I don’t hear from them, my mind spins. A ball of dread burns behind my ribcage. I keep pacing the apartment, rereading their messages, and trying not to feel like I royally fucked up. Maybe I should’ve stopped things, or at least slowed down.
Maybe we shouldn’t have gone that far at all.
When they finally text back, nearly six hours later, I slump against the wall with relief.
Korie: Yes, please! I’d love lunch. Forty minutes?
Me: I’ll be there.
It’s not exactly the assurance I need, but it’s something.
I walk into Korie’s work holding two paper bags and balancing a tray of soda. The receptionist barely acknowledges me as I ride the elevator up to the third floor, and Korie is already waiting in the hall. They perk up immediately, reaching for the food before I’m even fully off the elevator.