Page 94 of Praised
“Do you work later?” he mumbled, still half asleep as his lips sought out the angle of my shoulder blade for a kiss.
“At four.”
“What time is it now?”
“No idea,” I said.
“It’s not very romantic…” Flynn stretched out and yawned, not letting go of the loose grip he’d fastened around my dick. “But can we go get tested today?”
My muscles went taut, and I stilled beneath his hands.
“Are you worried?”
“Worried that if I don’t fuck you without a condom before the end of the day that I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”
Another kiss against my shoulder blade, this time with a slow pull down my length.
“I was just thinking the same thing,” I admitted with a moan.
“Does that mean I passed the best friend test?”
Flynn had obliterated the best friend test with how much he’d passed it, but I didn’t want the win to go to his head. Drake had caught me in the bathroom long after our burgers were eaten and in no uncertain terms told me if I ruined things with a man like Flynn, he would end our friendship for good. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought Drake had fallen in love with Flynn overnight, but it was me. Drake loved me and I loved Flynn, and he saw the happiness in that.
“He doesn’t hate you,” I said with a grin.
“He doesn’t hate Dalton either.”
“Drake knows a good time when he sees it.” Flynn was still tugging on my cock, and I dropped my head back against his chest with a sigh. “That feels so good.”
He hummed thoughtfully, fumbling around behind him it sounded like before bringing his body and his attention back to me.
“I’m addicted to the way you react when I touch you.”
My lashes fluttered and closed.
“How do I move?” I asked, barely louder than a breath.
Flynn moved around more behind me, and then two slippery and cold fingers made their way toward my ass, spreading and pressing inside. My back bowed and arched like a ripple wave as the sensation of being so carefully penetrated blew over me.
“Like no one has ever touched you the way I do,” he whispered, keeping me close as he pushed both of his fingers all the way into my channel. His other hand continued offering it’s casual attention to my cock, and maybe it was the late hour or the lack of sleep, but my brain was ready to short-circuit.
“No one has.”
“Don’t stop,” he said with a low laugh. “You’re doing wonders for my ego.”
“Your ego doesn’t need any he—”
A third finger seeking entrance stole my breath, but Flynn’s hold on me remained steady and there was nowhere for me to go but around and against him.
“You were saying?”
“Nothing.”
Flynn prepped me with his fingers until sweat broke out across my temple and my dick was leaking so much precum, it had to look like a miniature version of the Trevi fountain.
His fingers went away, and my balls throbbed at the sound of a condom wrapper opening, and then he was back and he was in, pulling me against him with both hands held firm around me. Flynn’s breath shuddered in my ear as he seated himself and I hiked up one of my legs toward my chest so he could go deeper.
We’d had a lot of sex in the time we’d been together, the time we’d known each other, but something about this one felt different. Maybe it was the confession of love that hung between us or the acceptance that we were two very different people who happened to have affectionate feelings for each other. But he moved inside of me slow and with purpose, hands roaming over my body as my own scrabbled behind me to try and find purchase.
