Page 33 of Praised
He was different.
I grabbed the remote off the floating nightstand and pushed the button that would spark it to life. The fire burned huge and quick before settling into a smaller flame. The glass blocked most of the heat, but the fake crackle of the pretend logs echoed off the walls.
“Do you have a hot tub?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Wet bar?”
“Yes,” I said again.
Rose turned, flicking open the button of his fly and tugging down the zipper.“A wine fridge?”
“Of course.”
He shoved his pants to his ankles and bent to pull off his socks. When he straightened back up, I got a better look at the black lace boy shorts I’d barely caught sight of earlier in the night.
“Condoms?” he asked.
“Yes.” I leaned my head toward the nightstand, indicating the location. “Do you always wear women’s underwear?”
“They’re not women’s,” he said, taking a step forward and crawling onto my bed. “They’re mine.”
“Right,” I rasped.
“You look overdressed.”
I reached for the top button of my shirt and flicked it open. I was still dressed for work, dressed for Cunningham’s, dressed to impress—as I always was.
“I feel it.”
He knee-walked toward me and swatted my hands out of the way, taking my buttons between his thin fingers and plucking them open one by one. When he reached the bottom, Rose gave a sharp tug and pulled the tails of my shirt free from my pants, then turned his attention to my belt, my fly, my cock.
“Breathe, Flynn,” he whispered, following my pants as he pushed them down my legs. My cock still ached from getting him off, and he nuzzled his face against my bulge with a guttural moan that sent shockwaves right to my balls.
I threaded my fingers through his hair, trying to suck in a breath when he open-mouth kissed my cock through the already soaking cotton of my boxer briefs, but I could barely stand.
“If I suck your cock, will you still be able to fuck me later?” he asked.
The laugh that tumbled out of my throat was embarrassingly high-pitched. “Probably not.”
“That’s a shame.” Another sloppy, open-mouth kiss against my shaft. “Guess we’ll have to save that for another time.”
My mind went fuzzy, a splash of dark around the edges that wrapped around my limbs and threw me off-balance like I was on a carnival ride from hell. I’d always known that I was in over my head with Rose, from his first response to me at Rapture to the headstrong way he’d arranged himself against my body and put his cock into me.
“When you’re around, Rose, I don’t think I know which way is up.”
The confession fell out between us, and I tightened my fingers in his hair. I’d never let a man run me around the way Rose did. I never even gave anyone enough of a chance to flip control, let alone flipme. But even on his knees, Rose managed to hold onto the upper hand.
I was in awe of him…of what he’d done to me.
He pushed against my hand and leaned back to look up at me, a lust-drunk grin on his face that looked like he’d finally made himself at home in my space. “That might be the best example of praise kink you’ve shown me yet, Flynn.”
I wanted to tell him to take me apart faster, just finish ruining my life so it hurts now instead of later. Maybe I’d be able to survive it if I didn’t put it off.
“It’s nothing,” I said softly, pulling lube and a condom from the nightstand.
Rose had already stripped me out of my underwear, and I joined him on the bed, lying flat on my back with my feet at the headboard, cock pointing toward the ceiling.
