Page 64 of Praise You

"Nope. She was more appreciative that I came and told her the truth. She more so thanked me for being honest. I did make sure to tell her nothing happened while you were my student."

"Liar." He pinches my side and I laugh full heartedly.

"Well, I wasn't going to tell her the whole truth. I told her what she needed to know, and she was okay with it."

"Wow, that's amazing," he tells me, grabbing the body wash off the ledge. I watch as he pours a generous amount into his hand and begins rubbing me down with the soap. "I guess this means we're free to be ourselves. To go out in public, holding hands, loving on each other. Fuck, Oliver, I finally get to call you mine."

"I've always been yours," I tell him, my body trembling when his hand reaches my happy trail. His fingers play with the hair before sliding down and gently tugging on my cock. His hand lets go just as quickly, and I slump down against him. “Now who’s a fucking tease?”

"I can't wait till everyone knows this sexy-ass man is mine."

My face heats at the compliment and I can tell the second he notices, because a groan rumbles deep in his chest as his hand caresses my neck. "So fucking pretty for me, your blushing. I love watching as it spreads across your naked body, letting me know how much you love the words I'm telling you."

"I do," I moan, arching into him. "I love the words so much."

"Such a good fucking boy for me. I think you're clean enough." Nodding my head, I lift up a little so his cock is nestled in my ass cheeks. "God damn, Oliver, this ass." His hands grip my ass, spreading me apart. He pushes his cock in the crease, rubbing himself on me. The water is splashing everywhere and fuck if I care.

Today was an emotional day and knowing I get to keep my job and Ronan, I’m more emotional than I thought I would be. Standing up, I step out of the tub and dry myself off. Ronan stays in the tub, eyeing me with a lustful gaze; his pupils dilated, his breathing heavy. I take my time, using the towel to dry my legs, my chest, my hair. I lift my leg up onto the ledge of the tub and slowly start drying between my legs.

"You're such a naughty boy, Oliver. Teasing me like this." He stands up, the water slowly rolling down his body. "Go get onto the bed and show me you can be a good boy."

Whimpering, I toss the towel at him and make my way to the room.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Ronan

Sinking into Oliver's tight heat is euphoria. No one has ever been able to drive me crazy like him. The way he can get me worked up by the slightest of touches.

He thought he could tease me and I would let it go. Wrong. I stalked him into the bedroom, water dripping all over the floor and onto the bed. Caging him in on the sheets, I edged him until he was begging me to put him out of his misery. But of course, I didn't. Not until he was a whimpering, panting mess, crying out my name along with ‘please,’ ‘more,’ and ‘hurry the hell up.’ Oliver knows what his begging does to me, tied in with his teasing, and I'm not sure how long I’m supposed to last now that I'm inside him.

Holding onto his hips, I shove him deeper into the bed, thrusting inside him. His hands grip the sheet so tightly his knuckles are white. Licking up the side of his neck, I moan at the salty sweat coating his skin. Reaching under him, I pull him up, his back to my chest, and continue to fuck into him. I grip his chin, forcing him to look at me.

"Kiss me," I pant, roughly claiming his lips with mine. I shove my tongue inside, holding his head in place so he can't move. “Fuck, you’re such a fucking good boy for me, aren’t you?”

He wrenches his mouth away from me, his hand disappearing toward his dick. Growling, I smack his hand away and replace it with my own. I jerk him in time with my thrusts, hitting that soft spot inside him that has him trembling.

"Please tell me you're close," I beg. "I don't know how much longer I can hold on."

"Don't stop, Ronan. Right there." He angles his body so that I’m hitting his prostate each time I pound inside him. It isn't long before his ass is squeezing me tight, his loud moan filling the room. Biting into his shoulder, I come inside him, filling him up.

His body plops down onto the bed, me falling onto him easily. I lazily kiss up and down his shoulder before his muffled voice hits my ear.

"Hmm?" I say, not letting up on my kissing. I make sure to kiss every freckle within my reach, not skipping one.

Turning his head, he grits out, "I'm lying in a puddle of my cum. Can you scoot over?"

Oh.

Scooting back on the bed, I make it to the edge before pulling his body back against mine. I go to kiss him again when he sits up and forces me onto my back. He blankets my body with his, laying his head on my chest.

"Is it always this good?" He glances up at me and I raise my eyebrow for clarification. "Sex. Every time we have sex, I tell myself it can't get better, but it does. Every fucking time, Ronan."

"God yes, it does. You fit me perfectly, Oliver. The way you react to me, the way your body melts into mine. You're right, all it does is get better. And I don't see that changing ever." I stroke my fingers through his hair, his eyes slowly closing. "Uh, so my roommates know about the camming thing," I toss out.

Oliver lifts his head quickly, a loud guffaw leaving his lips. "Holy shit. How did that happen?"

"West made a joke about the noises he used to hear coming out of my bedroom and it just slipped out."

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