Page 104 of Praised
It had beensix long months and a handful of rounds of sex in the closet, and the bathroom, and even the foyer, but I still hadn’t convinced Rose to move in with me. I’d taken him to his knees and on his knees, I’d had him with my feet up around my ears and then later on with his legs tied to the posters on the bed. I’d asked him over breakfast and dinner, and I’d even resorted to having Grayson and Owen try to find out why he kept telling me no. I knew Rose was as stubborn as I was, but his denials were something entirely different.
“Will you stop asking me if I say yes?” he countered one morning, standing at the foot of the bed in nothing but his work pants and an amused smile.
“Obviously.”
“Come and ask me out here.” He jerked his head and disappeared out of the bedroom.
I flung the covers back and chased after him, catching up to him in the living room. He stood behind the couch, his waist pressed against the back and his eyes focused on the hallway. His stare followed me across the living room until I came to stand behind him, covering his body with my own. With one hand braced on either side of the couch, I dipped my head down and sucked the crook of his neck until he moaned.
“Will you move in with me?” I asked, licking my way up to his hear.
“I can’t,” he whispered, back arching as he bent halfway over the couch.
“You’re killing me.”
“I can’t possibly move in with you until I know if your new couch is good for sex or not.”
The breath left my lungs in a whoosh, and I had his pants around his ankles before the sound of his laughter reached my ears.
“Are you shitting me?”
Even though he hadn’t moved in with me, Rose spent enough time over at my house that I’d taken to stashing lube somewhere in every room. The living room was no exception and I tore myself away from him long enough to grab the bottle out of the decorative box on the side table.
I shoved my pajamas down and kicked free of them, slathering my quickly hardening cock with more lube than the little brat deserved. He kept laughing even as I bent him in half, pressing his face into the cushions and using my other hand to guide my dick between his cheeks.
“The other one was ugly as sin, but it wo—”
I pushed into him, cutting off the rest of his retort.
“But it what?” I asked, burying myself to the hilt.
I fucked into Rose so hard, his laughs turned into breathy moans, and the moans turned into pants and then he was babbling my name and singing hymns and cursing me all at once.
I lifted him enough that I could get his cock into my hand, because for as much money as I had and as happy as I was to be fucking Rose over the back of the couch I’d bought specifically for him, I didn’t know what cum would do the leather and I didn’t want to replace it so soon. Curling my hand around his cock, I began to stroke him in time with my thrusts, getting harder every time his teeth snapped together from the force of it.
“Is it good?” I asked, tightening my fingers. “Is it good for fucking, Rose?”
He answered me with an orgasm, shooting jets of cum against my hand. He cried out, thrashing against me and the couch as his release spurted out of his dick. He was hot against my fingers, and I smeared them across his open mouth, groaning when he sealed his lips around me and sucked.
“That’s it, baby.” My cock slammed into him, skin loud and wet from the lube as I slid my fingers toward his throat. Sometimes I wished he gagged when he had his mouth full, but I didn’t hate the way he took me into his throat and I would never complain. “Suck them clean so we don’t make a mess of the couch that means so much to you.”
“Don’t…don’t care,” he mumbled around my fingers, and I withdrew them, blindly scooping the cum I’d streaked across his chin and cheeks onto his waiting tongue.
Rose writhed against me, hips circling as he humped his still coming cock into the leather. Fuck the stains. Fuck all of it. I’d buy a new couch every day if he wanted to ruin them over and over. None of it mattered.
Nothing mattered besides him and me and these moments.
The way he felt so good beside me, inside of me, beneath me. The way he loved me and let me love him. The trust, the responsibility. I’d spent years avoiding all of the things I’d wanted the most, and maybe that was for the better. Because having them for the first time with Rose made me appreciate them so much more than I ever thought possible.
“Flynn.” He gasped, reaching back and digging his nails into the outside of my thigh. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Fuck.”
I wanted to give him everything he wanted, but I was only a man and he was a dream come true.
“I fucking love you.” I bit his ear, hips stuttering. “I fucking love how you take me. How you beg me for what you need.”
“Close again… oh, God,” he wailed, grip loosening on my leg. He slapped the outside of my thigh like he was in pain, whispering curses under his breath as I chased after my own release. I’d already started to sweat, moisture beading in the center of my chest and racing down my stomach, mixing with the lube. I’d fuck every possible bodily fluid he’d allow into him—spit, sweat, cum, tears. I’d give that man anything he asked for, and I only wanted one more thing.
Well, at least one more thing besides everything.
