Page 105 of Praised
“Move in with me,” I choked the words out as my own orgasm slammed into me. The urgency of them as bright and loud in my brain as if it was a siren calling attention to the obvious lack in my life.
I lost control of my body after the last demand, fucking into him so rough that he was half over the couch with his toes dangling in the air before I’d emptied myself fully inside of him. He whined and moved against me, then gasped and stilled. His entire body trembled, and I knew without looking that he’d come a second time…all over the leather.
“Move in with me, baby.” I kissed the back of his neck, lifted him, and lowered his feet to the floor.
Over his shoulder, I could see the sweat stains on the back of the couch, the sticky white smears of cum from where he’d spilled a second time. I swiped the mess up with my fingers and eased half out of him, smothering my cock with his cum and pushing back in. I was so sensitive, every nerve in my body on fire, and we both stuttered and gasped as my softening dick filled him again.
“Mr. Galloway.” He let loose a trembling exhale, dropping his head against my chest and revealing the soft curve of a tired and sated smile. “I thought you’d never ask.”
I didn’t waste any time getting him packed up and shuffled across town. We’d spent the night at his apartment a handful of times before the move, and I knew Rose was self-conscious about the space, but I loved it. His apartment was small and comfortable. It smelled like him, and eventually it smelled like both of us together. Now my house smelled like the two of us, the crisp pine of his preferred soap and the ever-present undercurrent of sweat, thanks to all the sex.
I had no complaints.
While we’d barely started to integrate our things, our lives were already intertwined. And that was how I found myself out on Thursday night with my friends, while Rose caught the turtle races across town with Owen, Grayson, and Grayson’s friend Wesley. Drake might have been with them too, or he could have been tied to a bed somewhere waiting for Dalton to get done.
It was anybody’s guess.
It had made me happier than I’d ever admit out loud when Grayson and Owen were so quick to take Rose under their wings. He was younger than both of them and a thousand times more temperamental, but I knew they’d be a good support system for him while he adjusted to this new part of his life. Hell, it was an adjustment for me too, but nowhere near the change Rose was dealing with. Watching how he’d taken everything about being with me in stride just made me love him more.
He occupied the main part of my brain almost all of the time. If I wasn’t with him, I was looking forward to seeing him. If we were together, I was looking forward to getting him naked. If he was naked, I couldn’t wait for the quiet moments when he whispered secrets to me and touched my skin with the sharp edges of his fingernails. There was always something to look forward to with him, and I loved that change and what it meant for my life.
For our life.
Rose had taken something I thought I understood, dominance and praise and responsibility and trust, and shown me that I’d really only ever scratched the surface. Without even trying to, he’d pushed me out of my own comfort zones, forcing me to really examine what all of those things meant for me. And what I wanted them to mean for somebody else. He’d unintentionally shown me how to better myself, even when I hadn’t seen room for improvement.
I loved him so fucking much, and I couldn’t wait for him to get home so I could tell him that.
“You’re mooning,” Rob observed, jingling the ice in his empty glass.
I took a sip of my whiskey and gave him the finger. “That can’t be a real figure of speech.”
“You’re distracted,” Archie said.
“Is that what mooning means?” Dalton asked.
“Wait.Mooning?” Archie scrunched his nose.
“Mooning.”
“I thought it wasmooing.”
“I’m not a fucking cow.” I finished the rest of my drink and raised the empty glass in the air, catching our waiter’s attention.
Rob rolled his eyes and pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapping away at the screen before giving all of us a self-satisfied smirk.
“Mooning,” he said, poking at his phone. “Behaving in a listless manner.”
“I’m hardly listless,” I argued.
“About being here you are,” Archie countered.
I let out a tired breath, shaking my head. “I look forward to our Thursday nights.”
“We’re going to have to change the plan soon,” Rob said, returning his phone to his pocket.
He was the one to say what I know I’d been thinking. Our standing drink night was one thing when the five of us were single, but with Rob, Archie, and me all partnered up and monogamous—as far as I could tell, at least—it was time to renegotiate what our nights looked like.
“You can’t cancel our friendship just because the lot of you have fucking boyfriends,” Dalton argued, folding his arms in front of him and looking more put off than I’d ever seen him.
