Page 21 of Praised
How Rose managed to keep our mouths connected while pistoning his cock into me was a mystery I didn’t think I’d ever have the answer for, but in less than five minutes, he’d gotten it down to a science. Fucking me with a hard and steady pace, his tongue swirled around my mouth, exploring and tasting me like he had any right to my body.
Time blurred and swirled into darkness, and when he curled his hand around the base of my cock, it took less than five pumps of his wrist to send me over the edge. Rose went still when I came, putting enough space between our mouths that my noises weren’t muffled. With every groan and sigh that left me, he shivered, and when he followed after me into his own release, I felt him thicken and pulse inside of me.
Rose was almost silent through the duration of his own orgasm, save for the quietest whimper when he dropped his forehead against mine at the end. I wiggled my leg to stretch it out, and he re-settled himself between my legs with a content sigh. Wrapping my arms around him, I petted my hands down the sweaty curve of his back, dragging my fingers over the swell of his ass and giving it a squeeze.
He huffed a laugh and reached between us to pull out, which had us both wincing and gasping for breath. Rose flopped onto his back beside me and let out a long and trembling breath. I closed my eyes and searched out his thigh, resuming my gentle petting. I loved the noises he made, the soft whimpers in response to my touch. He’d be so perfect to play with properly, so eager and receptive.
Very nearly everything I could have ever asked for.
A breath turned into a minute, and a minute turned into a moment, and I was so close to sleep when Rose cleared his throat. The bed shifted as he stood up, and I rolled my head to the side in time to watch him unroll the condom and tie it off with a snap. He padded out of the bedroom, wandering through the sitting room area until he found the bathroom on the other end of the suite. Rose flipped on the light and closed the door behind him. The whirring bathroom fan sent a low him through the whole room and I forced myself out of bed.
I needed to do something to regain my hold on the situation, even though I didn’t know why. It was habit, at best. The water in the bathroom started to run, and I stepped back into my boxer briefs, grimacing at the stickiness of the cum all over my stomach and the precum smeared in my underwear. A trip to the bathroom would help clean me up and clear my mind.
Rose was still in the bathroom, and I headed that way, quietly rapping my knuckles against the wood.
“You good?” I asked.
“I’m almost done.”
It was a non-answer, but I wasn’t going to push him one way or the other.
Almost immediately, Rose opened the door. The bright fluorescent was surprisingly blinding, and I stepped back, shielding myself from the light.
“It’s all yours,” he said, standing proud and naked, gesturing like he was allowing me into his castle. His pale skin was flushed, blue eyes bright, and his hair all askew like a tornado on top of his head.
He looked like he could have been an angel.
He looked like he would have been my downfall.
Given the chance.
“Do you want to order up some room service?” I asked as I passed him, trading places and stepping into the unforgiving brightness of the bathroom.
He gave me an exhausted smile.
“I could eat,” he said softly, pushing the door closed on me and effectively ending the conversation.
With space between us, I took a deep breath in what felt like the first time in hours. What a cliché, meeting a man on a whim who took my breath away. I’d originally intended on rinsing off in the sink, but if Rose was ordering food, I had time for a shower. Happy to get out of my soiled and sticky underwear, I turned on the shower and stepped under the hot spray.
Even in the silence, it was impossible to find a moment of peace because my mind raced with thoughts of Rose, the things we’d done, and all of the things Iwantedto do. But as I gently soaped between my legs, I reminded myself that we wanted different things. I tried to forget the way my cock throbbed when he called me Sir at the club, even though it had been in jest. Even though he didn’t understand what kind of man I was or what that word meant to me.
Too much time passed, and I hadn’t fully convinced myself of anything besides the fact that I wanted to take him to bed again. Turning off the water and grabbing one of the hotel robes, I was ready to tell him as much, but when I walked back into the room, the sight of him naked on the couch wearing nothing but that lace underwear of his, zapped every thread of common sense out of my mind.
“I didn’t know what you wanted to eat,” he said, looking down at the array of food spread across the low table in front of him.
“Honestly?” I adjusted the knot on the robe, making sure my cock was still tucked away. “Just you.”
“Am I the best you’ve ever had, Flynn?” Rose chuckled, brushing his hair back from his face and sitting up straight. He tucked himself into the corner of the couch and crossed his legs at the knee.
He was, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about it yet, and I didn’t want to tell him that either. I’d been having kinky sex my entire adult life, so to be knocked into another galaxy by an otherwise vanilla twink was a lot for me to try and digest.
“You weren’t the worst,” I hedged, which earned me a grin so broad I knew for sure he saw straight through my game.
“I figured you were going to say that. Which is why we need to talk.”
He patted the cushion beside him, and I took a seat, ready to lay a decent amount of my wants onto the table.
“We do need to talk,” I agreed.
