Page 19 of Praised
“You said youliketo top?” I set my attention to the bottle of lube, hoping that the signals hadn’t been mixed and I understood the stuttering message he’d tried to send me earlier in the night.
“Yes.”
“Not a pre-requisite?”
Flynn licked his lips, taking time to let his stare trace over every inch of my body, from my toes up to my thighs, down the length of my dick and back up again, then toward my stomach, my sternum, my throat, before settling on my face.
“No,” he rasped.
Relief washed through me, working like a wave to push all the rest of my blood right into my dick.
“Good. Then I’ve made my decision.”
“Oh?” He sounded a little bit stunned, if not somewhat amused, eyes flickering from his exposed cock to my sheathed one.
“I want you to come on your stomach,” I told him. “All over my hand, with my cock buried so deep inside of your ass you don’t even remember why you ever liked topping in the first place.”
He dragged his tongue back and forth across his upper teeth, then he sat on the edge of the bed and arranged himself against the pillows with his knees bent and his legs spread. His balls were heavy, hanging low enough that I couldn’t see his hole, and I took the time to wonder if it would be smooth like the rest of him or if there’d be an unexpected dark whorl of hair around his rim.
“That’s definitely not casual,” he muttered under his breath, and that earned a laugh.
Nothing about what was happening between us felt casual, so I had to take him at his earlier word, that it would be seriously casual…
Whatever that meant.
“It’s whatever it is. For right now,” I said.
He gave me acasualshrug and reached between his legs to raise his balls, revealing the shadow of his smooth and hairless asshole. I fought back a groan, eyes rolling back as I situated myself between his legs.
I knew I was well endowed, and I knew it had probably been awhile since Flynn had taken a dick. Even as I teased his hole with my latex sheathed tip, I poured lube over us both, not giving a fuck about the sheets or anything else beyond making good on my word.
Drake was right.
I didn’t even remember my stupid ex’s name.
I replaced the tip of my cock with two of my fingers, pushing in and spreading him open.
“I’m not...” The muscles in Flynn’s jaw were tense and he squinted before letting his head fall back into the pillows. “I wasn’t prepared for all of this.”
“For me?” I laughed. “No one ever is.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
I knew exactly what he meant.
“I’m a big boy, Flynn. I can handle it.” I scissored my fingers apart inside of him, then added a third.
It was almost unfair that my fingers were so proportionate to my body when my cock looked almost out of place for how big it was. Fisting Flynn would have been closer to a fair amount of prep, but I didn’t think either of us was up for that conversation. I prepped him until his balls were high enough to give me the view of the prize on their own, then I positioned myself at his entrance and fell forward, bracing one hand on either side of his head.
“Are you sure this is okay?” I asked.
He’d been so good about asking for permission and consent, I owed him the same in return. Briefly, I wondered if I should call him Sir, if there was something he would have liked more than my dick in his ass or my throat around his cock. But I also didn’t know why it should matter. Flynn was a rebound, a distraction to help me forget about a man who’d never deserved my attention in the first place.
We were different people who wanted different things, and we were coming together one night so we could, in theory, come together.
A new goal.
“I can take it,” he promised.
