Take me Upstairs for a Reward

I absentmindedly lean against Tom, tiredness weighing down on me. “Do you feel alright?” I look over at him and nod, my eyes half-closed as I fight against my own body. “Tired?” I nod again. “Alright. How about I take you upstairs and let you get settled?”

“That sounds good.” Tom slides his arm around my shoulders. I don’t fight him- or even flinch- like I would have hours before; I just settle more of my weight into him.

“Good.” I half stumble up the stairs, my vision blurred by half closed eyes.

Tom guides me to- at least, what I think is- his room. He’s far more gentle than he had been earlier: taking pauses when I do, slipping his arm under my own to hold me up, not dragging me behind him when I fall back. He leads me to his bed, guiding me to sit down.

Tom lingers in front of me, stopping in between my legs and resting his fingertips on my hips, only barely higher than the waist of my jeans. Out of habit, I take my shirt off, ignoring his presence in front of me. Well, less ignoring, more forgetting.

I glance up, a brief moment of shock flashing through me when I see his face. Tom doesn’t say anything, just smiles a wanting, close-lipped smile, before putting his hand on my bare chest and lightly pushing me back towards the mattress.

“You lay down and I’ll be back in a minute, alright?” I nod and mumble quietly, following his orders as he walks out of the room. The sound of a shower running echoes out from a nearby room, muffled by the walls between the two of us, as I pull the blankets over myself, resting just under my ribcage.

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My eyes start to flutter closed and I feel myself starting to fade out, when I hear the shower shut off. I don’t pay it any mind, just wanting to sleep off this nightmare of a day. Even the sound of the bedroom door opening isn’t enough to get me to open my eyes. Tom’s bed shifts, as he gets in next to me. I start fading to sleep again, when I feel the mattress directly under me dip down and warmth coming down on me from above.

I begrudgingly open my eyes to see Tom looking down on me, his arms braced around my body. He looks almost like he’d been studying me before I unintentionally interrupted. His expression seems softer than it had been, even before he’d showered; a gentle, distracted, closed smile covers his face, like he hadn’t realized he was doing it.

Regardless of everything that happened earlier, I don’t shrink back or even feel threatened by his closeness- intimidated, maybe, but definitely not threatened. As rapid as it was, Tom’s shift in behavior feels genuine to me. His figure doesn’t feel imposing anymore and he seems to be doing it on purpose- softening himself to gain my trust.

I can’t help but glance down his body, watching his chest move with breathing, brushing warm against my face. Tom stays quiet, not interrupting me like I had him earlier. Unintentionally, I let my bottom lip drop, only pushing me to feel even more **** under Tom.

After a moment, he puts his hand under my chin and lifts my face to look back up at him. Without a word, he leans down and lets his lips brush against my own. He pulls back for a moment, taking a pause to glance over my face again, before leaning to kiss me again, this time deeper than before.

I don’t fight him, enjoying the feeling of security after the incident earlier. Heat swells through my cheeks and I feel my throat getting tight. My stomach churns as Tom lowers himself closer to me. His tongue traces over the lower edge of my top lip. Even though I know what he wants me to do, I don’t do it yet. Not to push his buttons, just out of habit and nervousness.

Tom doesn’t push me, just keeps his lips on mine, warming me up, figuratively pulling me in. He pulls his hand away from my chin and his fingers pull down the blankets covering me, going until he tugs at the waist of my jeans. He clearly knows what he’s doing, every so often testing the waters, tracing along the edges of my lips, flitting at the very middle of them.

Just as I start to slack my jaw to let Tom in, he pulls back. I look up at him, needy, and unintentionally furrow my brow, my eyes likely burning with desperation. He smirks lightly, still clearly in control of the situation- of me. I keep silent, not wanting to push him over the edge again like I had earlier. My gaze follows his as he traces over my body, before returning to my face. Something almost feral burns in his eyes at the sight of it.

“Aw. Good boy.” His voice comes out breathy and nearly lustful, the whole affair having nearly as much affect on him as it has on me. I feel my face get beet red again, the way that it had in the limo when he’d called me the same thing. I find my eyes drawn, absentmindedly, to the ceiling just past Tom, trying to distract myself from the heat rushing from my pants. He pauses for a moment, catching his breath and letting the fire in his eyes tame, before he speaks up again.

“Hey,” Tom nearly whispers, drawing my attention back to his face. “Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot earlier, but you came around and I thought-” he pauses to tug down at my jeans again, rubbing his thumb back and forth against my stomach, just under my belly button- “you deserve a reward.”

I start to say something, ask a question, anything, but the feeling of Tom’s hand on my throat and his lips on my left ear silences me. After a few kisses, his teeth graze along the edge of it, every so often biting down on it, hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to draw any blood.

He quickly moves onto my neck, then my collarbone, only stopping for a few moments to leave kisses and small hickies in his wake. My breath spikes at almost every one of Tom’s marks. Tom makes his way down my body, following his pattern.

After a moment, he reaches my jeans. Without a pause, he pushes himself up on one of his palms and undoes them, before rising to his knees and pulls them off of me, along with my underwear. As much anxiety builds in my chest, I don’t try to stop Tom, or really do much at all.

He looks up and his eyes meet mine, lust and excitement blazing behind his light eyes. As quickly as our eyes had met, our gaze breaks again as Tom’s eyes turn down towards my lower half. Tom gets back down on all fours, as one of his hands finds its way to my cock. My breath catches in my chest as soon as his skin touches mine.

I turn my attention back to the ceiling, trying to keep myself as collected as possible. Even though I’d let my walls down when I stumbled up the stairs on Tom’s arm and been **** hungrily silent by the feeling of his lips on mine, those felt different- I’d been through hell before we got here and I’d argue most people would’ve been speechless after someone that famous had locked onto their lips without warning, especially like that.

Now, though, this is something I’ve done before, multiple times. I’m not some standout playboy who’s bedded hundreds and gotten my dick sucked more days than I’ve lived, but I know what I’m doing.

Without much warning, the feeling of Tom’s tongue running up the slit on the head of my cock pulls me out of my thoughts. It feels like something might’ve escaped my mouth, but I can’t tell. I keep my eyes fixed on the ceiling above me, as my breath heaves in my chest. The feeling of Tom’s breath on the underside of my cock pulls my attention down to him. His blue eyes pierce through me, like he knows the effect he has on me.

I look back up, just trying to get back some form of upper hand in this whole affair. Tom doesn’t waste anymore time getting his mouth back on me, this time taking the entire head into his mouth. My heart jumps in my chest and a gasp rushes out of my mouth before it’s even registered to me. I squeeze my mouth shut in surprise, my teeth digging into the insides of my cheeks.

This time, though, Tom doesn’t stop. His mouth wrapping tighter around and sliding further down my cock. My breath hitches and I feel my face getting hot. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to just shut out the room around me, feel Tom’s mouth on me as much as possible. The sound of my own breath echoes through my head and in my ears.

Out of habit, I feel my hand making its way to his hair. I tangle my fingers through Tom’s hair, holding him down closer to me. He doesn’t try to stop me, just takes my cock deeper into his mouth. I feel myself starting to slide down his throat. It tightens around my memer a few times, before relaxing again.

That’s more than enough for me. My cock twitches and I feel spurts of cum flying out of it and rushing down Tom’s throat. He doesn’t pull off until I’ve finished.

The sight of his face when he does- eyes watering, cheeks flushed, cum dripping down his chin- is nearly enough to send me over the edge again.

Tom straightens back to his knees, swallows the cun left in his throat, and wipes away the sticky liquid from his chin. A swift smirk covers his face, before he moves closer to the head of the bed again, sliding under the blankets next to me. I lay my head back and close my eyes, letting my own warmth and his body heat surround me.

Without another word, Tom moves in closer to me, turning me onto my side and wrapping his arms around my stomach. I don’t fight him, as the pull towards sleep crawls over me again, weighing on my chest like an elephant.

Tom pushes himself up for a moment, moving close to my ear, his breath running across my cheek. “Good boy.”

With that, I feel my body finally giving in, as darkness truly envelopes me.