Page 39 of Praise You

We both get up from the bed and head toward the bathroom. We each use the bathroom and Oliver gives me an extra toothbrush he has so I can brush my teeth. Once our teeth are both freshly clean, we head back toward his bed. I jump onto his mattress, giggling when he jumps onto it behind me.

"Sorry I fell asleep," I tell him when he rests his head down on my chest.

"We both fell asleep. It's okay."

He glances up at me and I get lost in his gaze. Fuck, from this close I can see how many freckles line his face.

"Where are your glasses? Do you need them? Can you see?" I shoot out question after question, Oliver laughing in my face.

"Yeah, I can see you since you're close. If you were farther away, probably not, but like this, it's fine."

His beautiful green eyes look up at me, and I can't stop myself from leaning down and kissing him. I grab hold of his firm ass, loving when his body arches into mine. Oliver turns his body so he's lying flat on top of me. Both my hands grab his ass cheeks, grinding him down onto my erection. Oliver releases my mouth before looking up at me.

"Can I try something?" I ask, my hands never leaving his body.

"Yeah, go ahead."

Getting the all clear, I flip us so Oliver is on his back and I'm lying on top of him. My hand caresses under his shirt, finally being able to feel his skin against mine. I bunch up the hem of his shirt in my hand, then look up, silently asking him if this is okay. He nods his head, so I reach up and quickly kiss him on the lips, then take his shirt and lift it over his head. He helps me, lifting the top of his body so I can get his shirt up and off his head.

Sitting back on my hind legs, I take in Oliver lying in front of me.

"You're gorgeous."

A pink flush builds on his face, going all the way down to his chest. "Thank you."

I kiss his chest, and I love seeing it's not only his face that has freckles, but it seems his whole body is covered in them. Making my way down his body, I stop at his shorts, resting my forehead on his stomach. I must wait too long because Oliver lifts up quickly and pulls his shorts down his legs.

Laughing out loud, I look up at him, laughing even harder when he just shrugs and falls back down onto the bed. Taking that as my invitation, I slide farther down his body coming face to face with his beautiful cock. He's hard as a rock, but has the most gorgeous cock I've ever seen. He's long and thick, with a slight curve to the right. The head looks angry and red, pre-cum dripping heavily from the slit.

"Fuck, I want to taste you so bad." Oliver's eyes widen as I continue, "But not today. Today I'm just going to use my hand."

I wrap my fist around him, stroking him up and down.

"Please taste me," he stutters, my head instantly whipping up to look at him.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I'm not some virgin, Ronan. I'm older than you."

"Yeah, you're older, but you haven't been with a man before. I want to do this right."

His hand reaches down, touching my shoulder before moving up to caress my cheek. "You're doing everything right. And I want you to taste me. Please, Ronan."

Fuck, the humble begging is what does me in. I nip at the skin on his thigh, then give my attention back to his dick. Using my hand, I resume my stroking before sucking the head into my mouth.

"Oh, holy shit!" he yells, and I chuckle around his dick. "That feels so good."

Wanting this to be the best for him, I force him further down into my throat, breathing through my nose. Gagging on his cock, my mouth slides up and down, my saliva coating his shaft and dripping down his balls. Using one hand, I roll his balls between my fingers, loving when his body shakes under me. Knowing I'm the first man to do this to him is such a heady feeling. I want this to be the best for him.

"Fucking hell, Ronan. You feel amazing." I twirl my tongue around the head when he grits out for me to, ‘do the tongue thing again.’ So, I do it again, moaning when a drop of pre-cum hits the back of my tongue. Fuck, he's so delicious. Hollowing my cheeks, I work him faster while my other hand continues stroking him. His thighs try to close and I know he's close to coming. Wanting him to come in my mouth, I don't let up, bobbing on him faster. His thighs tense and then cum floods my mouth. There's so much I can't swallow it all, a little bit dribbling out of the side of my mouth. Sitting up, I use my hand to wipe at my mouth.

My eyes drift to Oliver, who looks so dazed, a freshly fucked look on his face.

"That was amazing," he gushes, his hand reaching out to mine. "My turn."

"Oh, no, don't worry about it. It's okay."

"No, I want to. Please."

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