Page 59 of Praise You

"Do we need to use a condom?"

Ronan freezes, his eyes bouncing between me and the condom. "Are you sure?"

"I want to feel you. All of you. And I'm negative. I've been tested recently."

"Okay. Me too." Blowing out a breath, Ronan grabs the lube, slathering it all over his cock. His cock is rock hard, the head purple and angry and I wiggle knowing I’m the only one who can make it better. He leans forward lining the head of his dick up with my hole. "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

He pushes in slowly, my body effortlessly accepting him thanks to the dildo.

"Oh, fucking shit, god dammit," Ronan mutters, his hand on me tightening. Fuck, I love how he can't control himself when it comes to me. I love knowing I'm driving him crazy. "You feel so fucking good on my dick, Freckles. Feeling you bare is better than anything I could have imagined. Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants, pushing in all the way, his neck muscles straining tight.

"Fuck, I've never felt so full," I moan, moving my hands to caress his chest.

"You're always so good for me, the way your body accepts me so easily. Fucking perfect for me."

His words die off as his thrusting picks up. He fucks into me wildly, losing himself. Once again, I'm blown away at the ease I can get him to lose himself.

“Harder,” I pant, wrapping my arms around his back and trying to drag him closer to me. Ronan does as I say, slamming into me harder. I start stroking myself roughly, my cock leaking everywhere. He angles his hips and hits my prostate, lighting a fire in me. “Hell yes!” I scream, my cock twitching before unleashing rope after rope of cum all over my stomach.

Ronan roars loudly, his warmth filling me. His dick slips out easily, cum dripping out as Ronan slumps down on top of me, breathing heavily. My hand finds his hair as he dips down. Confusion must cross my face because Ronan smiles as he keeps moving down my body. My confusion changes to fire as I watch him lean down and lick my cum off my chest, humming contently.

“Fucking hell, you taste so fucking delicious. Like sin, desire, and perfection wrapped up in a pretty little bow for me to devour and enjoy.” He laps up all the remaining cum off my stomach before climbing up my body and shoving his tongue into my mouth. The flavor of my cum and his saliva hits my taste buds and I moan, savoring the taste of us.

Ronan climbs back up, rolling me onto my side and sliding in behind me. His arms wrap tightly around me, my body relaxing in his embrace. The amount of love that pours off him has me snuggling in closer to him. I would do absolutely anything for this man.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ronan

Twisting the doorknob, I walk in through the front door, waiting to see if I hear any commotion. Slipping my shoes off, I toss them on the shoe rack next to the other ones. Soft laughter filters in from the living room, my feet leading me in that direction. Rounding the corner, I come to a stop taking in Asher, Carter, and West all sitting in the living room. Asher and Carter are sitting on the couch while West is sitting on the floor in between Carter's legs. Carter is absentmindedly sifting his hands through West's hair, a loving look permanently etched on his face.

Asher notices me first, smiling widely and nodding his head at me. "Hey man, what's up?”

Both Carter and West whip their heads in my direction, grinning the same way Asher just did.

"Hey," West says, patting the spot next to him. "You wanna come play a game or two with us?"

"Sure." I walk over to them, plopping down next to West and grabbing the controller. Looking at the screen, I see they're playing a racing game and there's an ache in my heart as I look at the screen. Playing these racing games was something we did all the time with Noah. Kicking our asses was something he did easily. Sitting here, I realize we haven't played as much as we used to. I glance over at Asher, who smiles back at me, but it's dimmed. Fuck, I know he misses Noah so much. He makes it a point to talk to him daily, but I know it's not the same as being near him every day. I offer him a small smile, knowing that in a few weeks when Noah is back in his arms, he'll be happy again. And as much as I want to tell him, it's Noah's surprise and I don't want to ruin that for him.

Turning back toward the TV, I wait as West starts up a new game. We lose ourselves in the game for a while, taking turns playing round after round. Once West has kicked my ass for the tenth time, I toss the controller to the side with a huff, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Even with Noah not here, I'm still getting my ass kicked," I mumble, quickly glancing at Asher, hoping he doesn't get upset at me bringing up Noah not being here. Asher isn't paying me any attention, though; his fingers are flying across his phone, a beaming smile on his face. He glances up and catches me staring at him.

"Noah's with his mom at the store, picking out some new flowers. He's sending me selfies of them." He lifts his phone into the air, allowing the rest of us to see the picture. Noah's standing next to his mom, holding up a flowerpot with a huge grin on his face.

"He looks really good," I say softly, so happy for my best friend.

"He really does." He flips the phone around in his hand before continuing, "Hey, let's take a selfie and send it to him."

We gather around each other while Asher lifts his arm up to take a picture of us. We take a couple pictures. One of us smiling, a few of us making funny faces. Asher sends them all to Noah, who sends us hilarious selfies in return. Going back and forth, we send selfie after selfie laughing our asses off. Asher's phone eventually rings and he heads down to his room to talk to Noah in private.

Once he's out of sight, Carter sighs loudly, grabbing the nape of West's neck. "I can't wait till Noah is back home with us."

"Agreed," West chimes in. "The house feels empty without him. Plus, kicking your guys' asses in video games is getting tiresome."

"Ha. Ha. So funny." I deadpan, looking at him. "I'm going to go get some water. Does anyone want some?"

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