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)
He pulled off, wiping at his lips with the back of his hand. “How’s that?”
“Like you were made to suck cock,” I said.
I knew it would be hot for the video, but it was also the honest-to-God truth. Adam’s confidence with filming videos and kissing translated directly into his blow job skills, because even as he moved slowly, teasing at me, he seemed to love every second of it.
And that love of being there meant everything.
This wasn’t some sloppy hookup with a stranger from a bar. This wasn’t just another blowjob, given quickly and without much thought.
Being with someone who clearly wanted it—really fucking badly—was the Holy Grail. I had forgotten how good it could be.
Adam teased me for a while, exploring my cock in every way he wanted. He teased at the ridge of the tip and also ran his tongue in sweeping patterns along my shaft as I slowly melted into pure sensation.
I pulled in a long, shuddering breath as he took me deep into his throat as he could, his eyes watering slightly as he glanced up at me.
“Fuck, you are perfect,” I said, softly enough that it probably wasn’t even picked up in the video.
It was more than a little alarming how much I was enjoying myself. I cared about everyone I hooked up with, in a friendly and respectful way. But I never let myself feel anything serious for them. I didn’t care deeply, in the way that I’d tried to eliminate from my brain.
It was harder for me to do that with Adam.
I cared about him a lot, already. And it was a particularly dangerous thing to feel while he was taking my cock in his mouth like a fucking champion, knowing that it was the first time he’d ever done it.
He quickened his pace and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer, anyway.
“You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that,” I said.
He moaned deeply around me and pulled off for a moment. “Please. I want to taste you.”
Of course. Of course he would say exactly what I wanted to hear.
I breathed deeply as he sank back down on me, sucking me until I was reduced to pure sensation again. Adam’s face looked flushed, his cheeks hollowing out every time he sank low. His hair was fucked up in my favorite kind of way, and as his arms steadied my thighs, his biceps popped out like he was some sort of picture-perfect version of Chase’s fantasies, come to life.
He started bobbing up and down faster and I bucked my hips involuntarily. “I’m going to come,” I said. “Fuck, Adam, you’re going to make me come.”
He didn’t hesitate. His fingers dug into my skin as he took me as deep as he could. He wanted me to come in his mouth, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to stop now.
It was my turn to come for him. I cursed under my breath and the wave crashed over me hard and fast and I came, over and over, in his mouth.
“So good,” I uttered. “So fucking good.”
He moaned around me, pulling up and sucking me clean as he moved off of my cock. “Wow,” he said, his voice gravelly.
“You,” I said, breathing deeply, “are good at that. No pointers from me. Maybe one pointer: do more of that.”
“I just did what I thought would feel good.”
“Good instinct.”
I looked down at him like he was some sort of impossible angel, his dark hair forming a swoop around his head.
“Hey,” he said softly, smiling at me.
It made me smile too, like it was contagious. The spark of affection appeared in my chest again, which scared me as much as it felt good.
“Fuck,” I muttered, nodding over toward the camera.
I had completely forgotten about it a few minutes ago. I got up and hit the button, turning it off.
“Video is probably pretty hot, even if they won’t be able to see the details,” Adam offered. “The followers are going to love it.”
I ran my fingers through my hair. “Right. The followers. I’m sure it’ll be good, no matter what.”
“I loved doing that, Chase,” he told me, and when I met his eyes again he looked genuinely grateful. “I’ve wanted to blow a guy for years, and now I’ve fulfilled that.”
“So it could have been just any guy?” I said. I was attempting a joke but it came out sounding a little more pleading than I’d wanted it to.
“Well, certainly not any guy,” he said. “I had fun because it was you.”
I had more fun than I’ve had with any hookup in a very long time, I thought silently, and it’s kind of freaking me out.
“It was good,” I told him.
He nodded and looked down, thinking for a moment. “Okay,” he finally said. “Um, would you like to go get some dinner with me? Or maybe order in some takeout?”