contains: drugie!hollis,drugs, smut,masturbating, slow burn, smut, oral (f & m receiving) (p in v) unprotected sex
a/n: is hollis finally getting his shit tg?👀 dick so good we couldn’t move on (pt3 jumps to a year.. too lazy to add extra so i’ll edit later on tdy!)
“Hollis, man,” Angelo slaps his cards on the coffee table, “where you been? i almost missed you.”
normally, Hollis would give Angelo something; a shake on his shoulder, a fake, tired laugh, something. but he’s too tired as he drags himself across Angelo’s floor and collapses onto the armchair.
Angelo leans back on the couch and stares at him. “my best customer. haven’t been my best as of late. what’s up?”
Hollis rakes a shaky hand through his hair. “i need a line.”
Angelo laughs, joyously. “alright. now we’re talking.” he pushes up, digs into his pocket, and pulls out a baggy with very little coke at the bottom. in a serious tone, he says, “you owe me, Frazier. remember, i actually have to make a living.”
Hollis yanks out the money, slams it on the table, and nearly salivates at the sight of Angelo unraveling the plastic baggy. Hollis snatches it from his gasp, pours himself a line with shaky fingers, and snorts it up. the rush hits him instantly. it’s better this time since he hadn’t done any coke at the last party he went to, he only drank.
it had been the first time since Hollis was a young teenager that he hadn’t touched coke at a party. he thought of you the entire time. when Roman shouted to him from across the room, “Hollis, get over here and snort this shit, it’s fire!” Hollis could barely glance over. he knew if he did he’d end up snorting half the stash.
he wants to do better for you. but he can’t quit just like that.
“ahh, fuck.” he folds forward, hides his face with his hands and Angelo asks him what’s wrong. but Hollis doesn’t want to talk about you or being without you right now.
Angelo laughs. he thinks he’s so funny. “what’s the matter Frazier, yo girl get mad at you for something?”
in a rage, Hollis shoves all the items off the coffee table in one violent sweep. the bong falls off with a loud tang noise. a big book about growing pot collapses to the floor with a heavy thump. a pencil goes flying across the room and rolls across the floor. and then everything goes quiet.
Angelo stares at Hollis, speechless for once.
“i don’t… wanna fucking talk about her.”
his hand shakes as he points a finger at Angelo. “don’t talk about her to me.”
Angelo blinks then holds his hands up in surrender. “damn. didn’t realize.”
Hollis takes a deep breath. “i’m gonna get my shit together, and i’ll get her back.
“after another line, huh?” Angelo smirks, staring at Hollis from the corner of his eye.
and it’s difficult, but Hollis doesn’t ask for another line from Angelo. he forces himself to leave without another word.
but later that evening, Roman calls Hollis out and shouts through the line, “Hollis! you coming to Nate’s tonight?”
the last party he went to, it was too tempting. this time, he isn’t sure he would be strong, even with the thought of you on his mind. “nah, i don’t think so man.”
there are muffled sounds on the other line.
“aw, don’t be a fucking bore. best coke, just in. i’ll snort it all up if you don’t get here soon.”
Hollis winces. he can already reel the adrenaline from the drug. “sorry, Rom.”
Roman mutters something then hangs up.
all the party noise stops. Hollis flops back on his bed and sighs at the ceiling. he drums his fingers on his stomach. that itch is coming back. Hollis could still change his mind and head to the party, snort half the stash, and have a wildly fun time. but no. he said he’s going to get his shit together for you. he has to.
when you come to mind, Hollis feels that hallow hole inside of him. he can’t get high, and he can’t reach out to you. how the hell is he supposed to occupy his time now?
you wonder the same thing. Hollis has taken up so much of your time, especially in the last few months as he’s gotten more out of control. lying in your own bed staring at the ceiling, you contemplate calling Chessa, telling her that you desperately miss Hollis, you’re craving him, you might actually lose your mind if he doesn’t come walking through your bedroom door right now.
Hollis feels the same way, but he has no one to tell. if he can’t be with you, though, he can at least think of you. he slides his hand down, undoes his jeans, massages himself and grows quickly. “fuck.” now he has no choice but to take care of it. he’s. had you before, a hundred times. he can think of you all he wants. he can picture you naked on top of him all he wants.
you, on the other hand, feel guilty for thinking about Hollis panting in your ear, kissing down your neck, along your jaw. you broke up with him. you shouldn’t be yearning like this. but your hands have a mind of their own, and they wander over your breasts, down your stomach, right over your clit, over the fabric of your clothes.
there’s a chance Hollis will never touch you again. the thought makes you whine out loud. if he were here, he’d watch you like a hungry tiger, ask you if you “like that,” and if you want him to “fuck it out of you.”
Hollis shudders, watching the precum leak out of his tip as he goes faster, imagining you rocking on him. and you imagine him cheering you on, urging to you to go faster.
and without knowing, both of you cum to the thought of one another. it’s desperate. it’s embarrassing. but it’s also a relief.
it’s been a while since the break up. a month, almost exactly. you haven’t heard about Hollis, not from mutual friends, not from people at parties even in passing. when you started going back out, you were afraid of running into him, afraid to see him coked out or stumbling drunk, even worse than before you broke up. you didn’t see him at any parties. and now, you wonder if he somehow finds out about the party you’re going to ahead of time so he doesn’t run into you.
no. that would take so much energy. Hollis isn't that obsessed with you. and the more you think about it, the less sure you are that he's thinking about you at all. he hasn't reached out via text or phone call. no voicemails. no dropping by drunk in the middle of the night. he was so broken when you first ended things, and now nothing.
you've picked up new hobbies; painting , baking, drawing. anything to ease you. but it doesn't take your mind off of Hollis. it kills you not to ask Chessa about him.
even Hollis's friends have been less noticeable. Roman, who seemed like he was everywhere at one point, has almost slipped from your mind completely. you saw Nate once when he seen you, he did a double take and gave you a subtle nod. it surprised you, this tiny interaction, so much so that you spazzed and looked away.
as time slowly creeps on, it hits you; Hollis could have actually moved on. when you broke up with him, you allowed him to grow apart from you. and then it really hits you; what if no one is mentioning Hollis to you because he has moved on? and everyone is afraid to tell you because you're the one who was supposed to move on first?
you realize this as you're running, and it stops you dead in your tracks. dizzy, nauseous. you puke into someone's preened bushes, wipe your mouth, and stagger on.
but with each violent beat of your heart, the image of Hollis with another girl slams you right upside the head.
except Hollis isn’t busy with girls. for the past three weeks he’s been buried into writing music and always in the studio. it’s been a lot of stress trying not to screw things up.
he’s been trying to keep a low profile. when Roman calls to invite Hollis to another party, sometimes Hollis pretends he doesn’t hear his phone ringing. he makes up some excuse, something new every time. Roman doesn’t push him as much anymore.
but it’s not like Hollis has been totally clean.
he drops into Angelo’s once in a while, on the days it’s hardest not to be with you.
detoxing you would be impossible if he completely cut out his little coke habit.
“she ain’t got a new boyfriend?” Angelo once joked.
Hollis didn’t find it funny. he reached across the table and picked up the gun Angelo leaves around.
“see this? one shot to the fucker who lays a hand on her, and he’s dead. she knows that.”
and that’s what exactly what you think about at the next party you go to. this time, you came with Chessa, but she’s somewhere in a happy drunken haze, mingling with other people.
but you’re dressed up too just to feel better. you’ve lounged around your house in sweatpants for the last three days. you wanted to feel pretty, so you put on make up, Chessa did your hair, and you grabbed a dress from the back of your closet that you’ve been dying to wear.
you enjoy the party by yourself, sipping on your drink and dancing subtly to the music, until a guy approaches you.
he introduces himself. you make small talk and for several minutes. then he says, “i’m actually about to head out, but i wanted to ask you on a date first.”
it surprises you. it also doesn’t. you’ve had guys hit on you since you and Hollis broke up, but it never feels right. after your anxious realization, Hollis may have already moved on. you considered it, the guy is cute.
he has a nice smile, and clearly knows how to dress. he seems nervous too, like he actually cares about your response. Hollis was always so cocky, teasing you for liking him, for staring at him when his shirt was off.
even if he is... hooking up, oh God with other girls, he could still see you one day and change his mind. or, maybe it has nothing to do with other girls, and he's occupied in some other way.
just in case, you say, "sorry. i'm sort of seeing someone."
you turn around and are startled to see Hollis already staring at you from across the room.
the first thing you notice is the clearness, the brightness in his eyes. he’s not high. he hasn’t been drinking and when you make eye contact, he smiles. like a firework exploding inside your chest.
your hands shake, your heart pounds. all these months, you’ve been picturing the first time seeing him again. where you would be, how would you look, what it might be like to talk to him.
now that he’s here, you freeze.
he nods at you to meet him at the door.
like your feet have a mind of their own, you glide straight to the door without a single thought, forgetting your drink on the counter.
Hollis makes his way through the crowd with his unsteady hands in his pockets. the sight of you makes him swell from the inside out.
your lips wobble as you fight back a smile and fail. a rush of heat blooms up Hollis’s neck and all over his face. now it’s just you two, away from the crowd.
“you look beautiful,” he says gently.
you’re like a kid again with a crush. it’s such a relief to see Hollis vibrant and alive and dateless, but it seems almost too good to be true.
“you look good.” you tell him. it feels good to mean it.
he gives a proud smile then glances over his shoulder and says, “let’s go for a walk.”
he holds his hand out for you as you descend the stairs. your hand slips into his, gracefully, like a puzzle piece, and you almost pull away at the electric feel it sends through your body.
your feet crunch against the gravel, the party sounds fading as you head outside. at his car you lean back and Hollis stands before you.
his eyes dance all over your body.
“i was nervous about coming,” you say.
“i thought, maybe, you wouldn’t be here.”
“how’d that make you feel?” he leans in just slightly, but it’s enough to make your breath catch.
his foot moves against the gravel. “you know, i got better. it’s not like last summer.”
you nod. all of your unanswered questions come bubbling up, filling your brain until you can’t think straight. that is it. you could ask him every last question you’ve had in the last year, but you’re terrified of the answers.
“you seem better,” you say.
“haven’t had a drop in months. i’ve been working on my music, doing a lot. my parents are actually kind of proud of me. for once.
he chuckles, as thought this is funny, but you’re genuinely happy for him. “Holli, that’s great.” but you keep thinking, at any moment he’s going to tell you he started to see someone.
“and, uh the coke, you know, i haven’t… well, i don’t do as much anymore.”
Hollis looks at you for your reaction, hoping to see a sign in your eyes that you’re ready to take him back.
“i’ve been waiting to tell you that for a long time,” he says, bashfully.
you smile. “that’s awesome. i’m really happy to hear that.”
so take me back. it feels right that that would be the next thing to say. Hollis waits for you to mention getting back together, or at least mention that your wish for him last year was to get better before you take him back. i'm good now, he begs. i got my shit together. take me back take me back take me back.
Hollis clears his throat. “so, you’re here with your friends..?”
you hold your breath. he’s going to ease into it. he’s going to ask about you first to try and cushion the blow. yeah, you might say. and he might respond, i met someone.
“i… am,” you say. “but everyone else i know is here too.” your girlfriend?
Hollis nods. it’s quiet for a long time. the tension rises in the space between you, and you start to get nervous. “maybe we should—“
he stares at your horrified expression, waits for it to change, to soften. he hopes to see you smile, but it doesn’t come. and then he worries. this was all for nothing. all those party invites he declined. all those glares Roman gave him when he turned down some great coke.
it’s a long time before you find your voice.
“i, um… that’s…” what the hell do you say to that? it rattles you, the confession. “for me?”
he nods. “i wanted you to think better of me.” he reaches out for you but hesitates and pulls back, smoothes his hand over his head. “i hoped… i hoped it would change your mind. about us.”
you try to breathe in, but it doesn’t get very deep. so Hollis isn’t seeing anyone he didn’t come with a girl. “you’re not here with anyone?”
his brow furrows. “what? no. no, of course not. why would you think that?”
“i thought… i don’t know, i thought you’d move on.”
Hollis grabs your hands. “i haven’t. i haven’t thought about anyone but you. i got better for you, so we could be together.”
“and i’m better. you don’t have to worry.”
“seriously.” and just like an old habit, he slides his hands onto your waist and steps closer so your hips touch. you can feel him there, and it makes it harder to breathe. "i don't want anybody else."
it’s such a relief, you could burst into tears if you let yourself. this is all so familiar, but it's been such a long time.
Hollis presses his forehead against yours.
when you broke up with Hollis last year, you were sure that would be it. "it was so hard getting over you." your voice wavers. "and then i didn't hear about you. i was worried you weren't mine anymore." but it's hard to believe he still is after all this time.
"no, but i am," he whispers, urgently. "i'm all yours."
your vision blurs. you duck your head, but Hollis lifts your chin and makes you look at him. he leans in, slowly, and kisses you. it’s firm but not forceful. your lips remember him and want more. Hollis must feel it because he opens his mouth to kiss you again, but you press your hands against his chest.
he looks at you, confused.
"i want to," you say. "but i also don't want to move too quickly." you don't want Hollis to fall back into all of his old ways at once.
he nods, even though he looks disappointed.
to prove to him you're still his, you peck him on the lips and smile. "i didn't move on. i tried to, but... i couldn't."
Hollis’s hand falls from your waist. "did you see anybody?"
"no." you let out a breath of relief. that you can say with confidence. you’re happy to tell him you haven't been with anybody else. "i told you, it was too hard."
Hollis grins from ear-to-ear.
"we should go back to the party," you say.
his smile fades. he nods.
"come on." you take him by the hand and, slowly, silently, you stroll back through the dark to the house party. before you go your separate ways, you say, "let’s just take things slow this time, okay?"
but "taking things slow" for Hollis is waiting just a few hours before showing up at your door like all those months ago. expect, this time he isn't drunk. he hasn't done any coke.
your bedroom light is on. your friends cars are parked in the driveway they decided to stay over last minute, so Hollis has to be quiet. he sneaks around the side of the house, grabs a handful of gravel in the dark, and tosses it up at your window.
you jump. unlike all those months ago, you know right away what it is---who it is. you pause your movie and leap out of bed. Hollis has another handful ready, but when he sees you leaning out, he stops and smiles.
"i’ll let you in," you whisper-yell.
both of you scurry to the front door. Hollis’s heart is pounding, leaping with joy, when you open the door and let him in.
you hold a finger to your lips. "you have to be quiet. Sara and Chessa are sleeping."
the stairs creak under both of your weight.
you reach back for Hollis’s hand, trying to keep your breath steady, but you're too excited.
the smell of your perfume hits Hollis when he walks into your room. everything is pretty much the same as last year; your bed is still to the right against the wall. your poster of your favorite band is tacked up on your closet door, lopsided now. and every surface is still messy with all of your things; tangled jewelry, dead flowers hosted by glass perfume bottles, unfinished self-help books left open, facedown, and clothes. lots of clothes, some dirty, some only pulled from the closet and tried on then tossed aside.
you gently close your door. a rush of giddiness overwhelms you for a moment as you approach Hollis’s backside. he hasn't said a word since coming into your house.
it’s a lot like last year, but it feels different, somehow.
the moment you walked in, which was three hours ago, you changed into comfy clothes, undid your hair, and removed every bit of make up.
Hollis still thinks you're more beautiful than ever.
you both stand there like a couple of middle schoolers at a dance, but Hollis desperately wants to touch you, and you want to feel him just to know for sure that this isn't a dream. you’ve imagined this moment for so long; Hollis appearing in the night like he did that one time last summer, but he's healed.
"does Roman know you’re here?"
"he thinks i’m at the studio." he blushes. "i can be here as long as possible."
you relax. as long as you're not too loud, your friends will never know.
"i’m glad that you're here." you slide your finger around a bracelet on his wrist and give it a gentle tug. this contact alone makes you giddy.
"i kept thinking about that kiss earlier," he says, with a smile. "i wanted to do it again."
your heart swells. it’s the perfect thing to say. everything about tonight has been unexpectedly perfect. "you wanna kiss me?" for some reason, it's hard to believe this is happening.
Hollis nods, and he grazes his fingers against your jawline those perfectly, boney, boyish fingers pushes your back, and pulls you in for a firm kiss.
Hollis breathes for what feels like the first time in a long time. your bodies come together, his chest firm against your breasts. he can feel them pressed into him, and he pulls your hips closer with a hand on your lower back so you can feel him down there; what the familiar feel of your mouth is doing to him.
he rocks both of you side-to-side until you hit the edge of your bed. you’re both hungry for one another, kissing slowly but more aggressively.
you sit on the bed and undo Hollis’s jeans. he smiles down at you, admires your shaky fingers as they work quickly.
Hollis pulls his shirt off. you get his bottoms down just enough that he's out, and he's already hard. just like old times. so easy.
you wrap your hand around his base but take your time. it’s been a year. rushing through this will lessen the enjoyment.
Hollis’s eyes are glossy. he traces shapes along your cheek with his fingertip. "that feels so good," he murmurs, as you start to massage him.
you start with the flat of your tongue, teasing his tip. Hollis seethes. then your lips come around him, just the end.
"fuck." he grits his teeth.
you swirl your tongue around his tip, and he clamps his hand down hard on your shoulder. he tries to force himself deeper into your mouth, but you pull back with a big, wet pop and he curses.
precum leaks out, and Hollis hopes you don't tease him for it. he’s so easy when it comes to you. you’re the only girl he ever thought about, even when he had the chance to be with another girl.
he helps you out of your top, and lucky for him, you're braless. your tits fall out, and Hollis’s mouth salivates. you smile like you know exactly what he's thinking.
you surprise Hollis by sliding him all the way into your mouth. he clamps his hand down on your shoulder and tilts his head back.
you take your time, sucking hard, running your tongue flat against him, just teasing him with a graze of your teeth, which makes him shudder. his grip tightens on your shoulder as he tries not to lose his balance.
but he's getting too excited, and you're going too slow, so he pushes his bottoms all the way down, his hands shaking.
he desperately grabs at your bottoms, clawing at your skin, and yanks them down your legs before he tosses them aside. he crawls over you, devouring your lips with his.
"we have to be quiet," you whisper.
Hollis’s dick is pressed against him. when he settles down on you, you can feel every bit of him and gasp. you reach back and clutch one of the iron-wrought beams on your headboard. Hollis kisses up your breast bone and laughs against your skin when he realizes how easy this is, to pull this reaction out of you.
he smiles to himself. "nobody else has touched you?"
Hollis slides his warm hand up your stomach they're nearly the same size.. you've missed his big, boyish hands and how they glide around your body like drizzled chocolate. he massages your breast and groans with hunger. all at once, he wants to devour you. whole.
he moves his body against yours, and when you moan from the feel of his cock against your belly, he grins. "you seem a little too easy," he says. "have you not touched yourself?"
you did last night, and this afternoon when you took a shower. but, it's the first time since you broke up with Hollis that someone else has touched you like this, and it sets your body ablaze. so much so that you lose your voice.
"huh?" more tender kisses down your body, lower and lower.
your legs bend and clench the farther down he goes. and he goes achingly slow, taking his time with each wet kiss on your exposed skin. for a moment, you think you may not make it past foreplay.
"just you," you pant, and you cup the back of his warm neck.
the muscles in Hollis’s arms and back move as he shifts farther down and then breathes on your clit. you whimper, which doesn't surprise Hollis but excites him. it’s exactly what he wanted, and now it's his turn to make you feel good.
he grabs a handful of the fleshy part of your thigh that alone makes your body clench.
"relax," he says, and he kisses your inner thighs, a kiss on each one, just a little bit of teeth.
it would be less torture if he just slid himself inside you right now. you almost tell him to because this teasing is unbearable. but when Hollis wants to take his time, no amount of convincing will hurry him. especially when it comes to you, to this.
he starts the same way you did; teasing with the flat of his tongue. he flicks it up and down your clit, just barely, and your legs clench on either side of his head. he laughs, sinking his mouth into you and sucking.
you gasp loudly and clutch at the sheets.
you’d strangle him with your thighs if he wasn't keeping them apart with his fingers dug into your flesh.
Hollis tugs you down and puts his whole mouth on you, lets out a breathy moan, which reverberates from your core all through your body. and then he grazes the tip of his tongue along the edge of your opening. you quiver and melt on him. he sucks harder until his cheeks hollow, teasing you the way you did him you may never make that mistake again.
"mm, you taste so good, fuck." Hollis comes up for air for a moment then goes back down, opening his mouth wider, swirling his tongue around until you're writhing and whimpering.
"Holli, Holli," you pant.
he sticks his tongue inside.
"oh my God." you clutch his shoulder and push against him with one of your thighs.
but he's stronger. he grunts and pushes against your weight.
he moves his tongue around inside you.
when you instinctively fight against him, he only goes harder. your back arches. one of your heels digs into the bed, but still Hollis keeps going.
he hasn't tasted you since before you broke up. he hadn't even thought of doing this when you had sex last because he was so upset over losing you, and so coked out.
you’re sweeter than he remembers. any precum of yours, he licks it right up.
but it's getting to be too much. for both of you. if Hollis keeps this up, you may actually cum. and Hollis is throbbing to be inside of you, your noises are driving him crazy.
he stops, and your muscles spasm. you were so close.
Hollis climbs over you, and you watch him quickly stroke himself although, he couldn't be any harder, and his own precum has leaked out.
before he frantically pushes his tip inside of you.
but you haven't had sex since you broke up with Hollis. it’s been a year. "slow," you say.
he nods with a hungry look in his eyes, and holding onto your hip, Hollis slowly pushes himself in. your walls tighten around him as he fills you up. the pain is highly noticeable but it doesn't make you make him stop. he fits inside you like you're made for each other.
Hollis stops and shudders. this is going to be difficult for both of you.
he lowers himself against you and starts slow, rolling his hips so he gets in deep.
and, again, it hurts. you gasp at the ceiling but clutch onto Hollis for support. his breath is heavy and humid in your ear, but it keeps you focused on the good feeling that's slowly replacing the pain.
you’re warm and tight around him. he hasn't felt this in so long. for months, he's only depended on his hand and his imagination, which got the job done, but this. this is so much better.
"you can go faster," you say.
but Hollis already feels so good, he's afraid he won't last much longer if he does. he doesn't want you to know that, though. he doesn't want to be that easy. so, he lifts himself up but only picks up the pace slightly. hopefully, you don't notice that he's already struggling.
"Holli." did he hear you?
he kisses your neck to distract you and turn you on. but then you grab his ass with your hand to give him a hint, and Hollis nips at your skin. he tugs your earlobe between his teeth then leaves sloppy kisses along your jawline. your mouths meet for a slow make out.
Hollis stops moving and stills inside of you.
you smile softly at him. "i can't believe this is happening," you say. "i can't believe you're here."
he can't believe it either. he thought, for sure, you wouldn't take him back, not even for a night like this. "i missed you."
"i missed you, too." it hits you, suddenly, how much you've missed Hollis. it would never be like this with someone else.
you slide your arms around his neck. after a moment, Hollis starts rolling his hips into you again. you moan.
this time, Hollis goes faster, trying hard not to focus on the good feeling growing inside him. Instead, he focuses on his unsteady breathing and keeping a steady rhythm. but then you let out a little noise, which punctures his streak. he falters for a moment then rolls his hips even faster. your noises get louder. Hollis reaches down between your bodies and massages your clit in hopes it'll get you closer.
and it does. your legs bend on either side of him, but you want him deeper. "Hollis," you breathe, and you move yourself farther down. “more.”
he pushes in further until your teeth clench.
you melt into the bed with a long, satisfied,
"mmm," but that makes Hollis go harder and pushes you into the mattress.
you smoothe a hand over his head. "hey," you whisper. "look at me."
but Hollis refuses. if he does, he may lose it.
so, he ignores you, keeping his forehead against your collarbone. after a minute, he lifts your thigh up, up over his shoulder and rolls in deeper, harder. his bone cracks and his breath heavies. he wants to ask you if you're close, but he can't find his voice.
you focus on the sound of his panting, which always turns you on. you could get yourself off just to the sound of his labored breath in your ear.
he's lost in his own head, too focused to look at you.
the bed creaks. you arch your back so your breasts are pressed against Hollis’s chest. he's as close as he could possibly get, and yet you want him closer. you don't ever want him to pull out.
"want me to get on top?" you say.
he’s silent for a moment like he didn't hear you, and then he pulls you with him by your hip and rolls both of you over. just like that, you're on top.
your hair falls perfect and messy around your shoulders you look beautiful. Hollis adjusts himself, lifting his hips up into you and squeezing your waist. his chest gleams with sweat.
you run your hands up and down his torso, smiling. "i think you're stronger than last time."
he smirks. he’s spent a lot more time at the gym since cutting down on drugs and partying.
"you could've held me down if you wanted to," you say. but you're just thinking out loud. you want to see him writhe from underneath.
Hollis slides his hand up and massages your breast as you rock on him. "you’re doing a really good job, baby." his voice is coarse, like how it is in the mornings. he can all be yours again the thought thrills you, and you bounce on him, faster, harder.
to tease him further, you tilt your head back, letting your hair tickle his legs, which makes him groan. when you're not looking, Hollis surprises you by massaging your clit, and your thighs clamp against his hips. he grabs your stomach. both of you are getting close. the bedsprings squeak underneath, but quietly enough that Sara and Chessa won't hear down the hall.
you roll your hips, leaning forward so now your hair is in Hollis’s face the way he likes it and you get him deeper inside.
"fuck, keep going, keep going," he says. he sounds really close.
"i can't wait to cum on you." you smile.
at that, Hollis helps you bounce on him, gritting his teeth.
you lower your voice. "alllll around you."
with a grunt, Hollis sits up so you're chest-to-chest. he wraps an arm around you, bends his knees, tries desperately to help you go faster and then sits back and lifts his hips. "shit."
you clench around him, over and over.
he chokes. "oh, fuck." he watches; your breasts as they bounce, your hardened nipples, the flesh on your thighs jiggle.
"God, you're so sexy. you’re so fucking beautiful, and you feel so good."
Hollis grabs one of your breasts and sucks on your nipple. his mouth is like a vacuum. he teases you with his teeth. your mouth draws open, your nose wrinkles. you close your eyes and focus on the sensation, like a flower blooming from your breast, coursing through the rest of your body.
you’re on the verge of tears, and it's evident in your voice as you say, "i want it so bad, Holli. Hollis."
"let go for me, baby. let me feel it."
whenever you come, Hollis will follow quickly. he’s always been easy like that.
he squeezes your outer thighs and watches your face. he loves to watch you when you cum, loves to see it take over your whole body. the idea that his dick has such a powerful effect over you makes him dizzy and sensitive to the touch.
the moment you feel yourself falling off the edge, letting go around him, you let out every noise that comes bubbling up from inside. you clutch onto Hollis, digging your nails into his skin until it turns red. your thighs clench against him, and when it's too much, you whine like a baby.
Hollis’s breath heavies, his chest rising and falling, and then he quickly clutches onto your waist, his hips buck up, and he comes with you. behind you, his legs shakes back and forth. He grunts he can't stop cumming.
when he thinks he's almost done, he keeps going. even once you've finished.
but feeling his warm liquid inside of you, you moan and rock on him until you can't anymore. when you come down, you hold onto one another, catching your breaths.
Hollis flops back on your bed with his eyes shut.
you lean over him and kiss up his chest. he moans, satisfied.
"i don't ever want to make love to anybody else," you tell him. You're drunk on his effect.
Hollis tucks your hair behind your ears.
"i don't know, are you all mine?"
you peck him on the lips; once, twice, three times. he throws his arms around you, pulls you down and onto the bed, then throws his leg over yours so you're locked in his embrace. for a moment, you stare at one another. his breath is loud in the small space between you.
"stay tonight," you whisper.
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