Page 100 of Praised
“All of the above,” I promised.
“Cock now.”
He didn’t ask, he told me, and I was on my feet so quickly that I almost sent him headfirst into the mirror. Rose glanced up at me over his shoulder, cheeks still flushed, but a very happy smile on his face. I’d already brought lube into the closet earlier in the day, but no condoms since our test results had proved we didn’t need them.
I flipped the tube open and squirted far too much onto my hand, a glob of it landing on the floor with a very undignified plop. Rose laughed, watching the whole scene behind him play out in the mirror, and I loved the way he’d followed instruction. He’d kept his eyes on me or himself the whole time, and he’d talked me through what he wanted until he wanted something more.
“I love that you’re not afraid to ask me for what you want,” I praised, holding him still with one hand as I lined my cock up with his spit-soaked hole.
“I’m terrified to ask for what I want,” he said, swallowing audibly. I watched his Adam’s apple bob in the mirror, and I pressed my forehead against the back of his shoulder. He was so much shorter than me I had to drop into a squat, but sliding into him came with the ease of straightening my knees.
“I love that you do it anyway,” I said, pushing my cock into him. “I love that you know you’re safe here with me.”
“Oh, God,” Rose wailed, rising up onto his toes as I seated myself all the way inside of him.
I wrapped one of my arms around his chest and held him steady, adjusting my height so he wasn’t forced to scramble against the floor.
“Look at you,” I whispered into his ear, mouthing against him with wet kisses while I waited for him to do it. “Look how good you look with my cock inside of you.”
He held my stare in the reflection, eyes wide. “I’ll come if I look down.”
I slid one of my hands down his chest toward the bottom of his stomach, withdrawing and pushing back into him slowly.
“Feel it then,” I said, lifting my hand.
Nervously, Rose settled his hand against himself and I covered his with my own, repeating the movement of my hips. It wasn’t a huge shift, but as I buried my cock inside of him, his body swelled from the intrusion.
“You take my cock like you were made for it,” I went on, setting a slow but hard pace. The pressure of our hands through his body was entirely new to me and was enough to bring me close to my own edge much sooner than I had planned.
“I love how you feel inside of me,” he rasped. “When it hurts a little bit because you’re so deep.”
“I love that too.”
“I want to feel you come inside of me.” Rose’s breathing stuttered and he tore his hand away from his stomach, slamming it against the mirror and screwing his eyes closed.
I went still, waiting for another reaction from him before I made another move. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t want to come yet, and my body feels like it’s on fire.” He huffed and blinked me back into focus, the burn in his eyes sparking me toward the same infernal end.
“Don’t come yet,” I warned. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”
“I don’t think I have much control ov—”
The sharp snap of my hips shut him up and I grunted, changing the pace to something that would get me off before him. My intent wasn’t to deprive him, though my motivation could have been considered selfish.
“If you don’t want me to come, you can’t fuck me like that,” he protested between gasping breaths.
“I want you to come inside of me, baby.” Rose’s eyes rolled back in his head. “You can hold out for that, can’t you?”
“I fucking hope so.”
I redoubled my efforts, focused on filling him up so I could get onto my knees and take him in return.
Everything about Rose was an aphrodisiac for me. The feel of his sweaty skin against mine, the sounds he made when he was close to coming, the loud breaths when he slept after a long day of work. More than that, though, the way he made me feel. The way he made me want to be more myself for him.
Maybe he’d been onto something the very first night we’d met, but I was glad of my own arrogance. Too proud to see room for change when back then I was a man who didn’t know myself at all. With my pre-ordered furniture and a severe lack of midnight milkshakes in my diet, I’d built a life around expectation and accomplishment.
I hadn’t truly known a thing about myself until I walked into Rose’s life on a dare and he’d shown me who I was meant to be.
