Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Exactly.”
I grabbed my lube from the nightstand drawer and brought it out, getting on the bed next to him. “I’m going to be pretty bossy when I tell you what to do, okay?”
His eyes flared. “Please boss me around,” he said.
“Glad you’re okay with that.”
He reached out a hand and ran his fingers through my still-damp hair. “I like everything you do. Fucking everything.”
My heart rate ticked up again and I froze in place.
He felt so good.
So fucking good. And that was just from him running his damn hand through my hair, not even close to even touching me anywhere else, yet.
I had to stop.
My head started swimming all over again and I stood up, walking over toward the cameras.
I pushed the button on each one of them to stop recording.
“Everything okay?” Adam asked right away, looking up with concern.
“Um, yes,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “Are you sure you want to do this on camera? Your first time ever?”
His eyes darted from me to the cameras and back again. “I mean, it was wigging me out a tiny bit at first, but to be honest, I’ve already forgotten about them.”
The quiet frenzy inside me wouldn’t die down, though.
I was the one who was anxious.
“You don’t think you’ll regret such a private moment being out in the world?”
He paused for a moment. “It’s definitely special for me. And I wouldn’t normally do things for the first time on camera, I guess. But with you, it’s different. Our video is doing so well.”
I nodded at him.
Words were forming at the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t get them out. It was the opposite of how I normally felt: no filter, no hesitation, saying whatever the fuck I wanted.
How was I supposed to tell him that I was the one who was worried about our first time being so public? So consumable?
And why the fuck did I even care about that?
“I just want to make sure we’re doing this for the right reasons,” I told him.
He watched me close. “Chase, it doesn’t seem like you want to do it on camera.”
Fuck. Fuck. I was going to admit it, whether I liked it or not.
“Maybe I’m wondering if it’s a good idea. A little.”
He nodded once, like he’d instantly made up his mind. “Then I’ll fuck you with the cameras off.”
A thrill shot through my body all at once. It was everything I wasn’t supposed to want. My cock jumped, and it almost embarrassed me how obvious it must have looked.
I didn’t want to admit how hot it was that Adam would even suggest turning the cameras off. He still wanted to fuck me just as badly, even if it wasn’t for the video. That was supposed to be off-limits, and yet…
I swallowed hard. “Cameras off?” I repeated.
His eyes blazed as he looked at me. “Come back over here.”
I couldn’t fucking say no to him if I tried.
I got back on the bed on all fours and within a moment he was tugging me down over him, crushing his lips to mine. I felt the warmth of his skin on mine and I let my mouth open to his, craving the slick heat of his tongue more than ever.
“You sure you want do do this?” I said against his lips.
“You know I do.”
I felt his cock pressing up against me through the fabric of the sweatpants. His hands skated across my lower back and then felt for my ass, squeezing my cheeks hard. That one touch from Adam felt sexier than entire hookups I’d had in the past. I brought one of my hands to the side of his jaw as I pulled him into another kiss.
When I kissed him, I didn’t overthink. And right now I really just needed to shut my brain up. I didn’t think about anything other than the heat of his mouth, or the way he kissed me like he wanted so much more.
“Give me that lube,” he murmured against my lips. I felt him reach for the little tube next to us and snap it open.
I got off of him and lay face-first on the bed, turning my head to glance sideways at him.
“Okay. So what you want to do first is—oh—”
I gasped as I felt his already slick fingers on my ass, gently pushing against my hole.
“I just wanted to touch you,” he said. “So badly.”
“You are always welcome to do that,” I said, melting into the bed as his fingertips skated across my skin. “God, that already feels so good, and you’re not even inside me.”
He took that as a cue, pushing one finger inside me, slowly and gently.
“Is that ok?” he said, so softly and tenderly.
“How are you so sweet to me even when you’re getting ready to rail me?”
He puffed out a nervous laugh. “Rail you?”