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)
“Right. Of course. Let me see what I’ve got.”
I kept my hand in his, squeezing it again as I pulled him inside toward the kitchen. I popped on the lights underneath my cabinets, casting the kitchen in low light as Adam sat down at my breakfast bar.
This was good.
The kitchen. Neutral territory.
Where I didn’t have to think about the fact that I’d told Adam I thought we were probably going to fuck. My mouth had been running on a mind of its own, with no sense of a filter, puppeteered by my cock.
Why the fuck had I said that?
“Okay,” I said as I poked my head into the fridge, trying to focus on anything else. “I have some strawberries, some chocolate, some whipped cream… how do you feel about breakfast for dinner? Some nighttime pancakes?”
“That sounds like heaven on Earth,” he said. “Maybe you were right. Eating pancakes is a fine replacement for sex. Who needs a really cute guy deep inside them when you can just eat whipped cream and carbs instead?”
I groaned. “Adam, I was joking when I said the stuff about us hooking up.”
He held my gaze. “No you weren’t.”
“Okay. Fine. I wasn’t,” I said. “But there’s still no chance in hell I’m even considering that unless you get some food in you.”
“You really think I only want you because I’m drunk?” he said. “Chase, I think about you when I’m analyzing data sets. I think about your dimples when I’m in the shower. I think about your eyes anytime I see something blue.”
Every little thing he told me only made my heart and my cock ache more.
I wasn’t used to someone being so fucking sweet to me at the same time that they were begging for my dick.
It was a lot less complicated when guys didn’t actually give a damn about me, and when I knew they only wanted me for sex. How the hell was I supposed to handle a guy who wanted true love, deep down?
“Thank you,” I finally told him, my mind swirling from the obscenely sweet things he’d said to me. “But we need to cook food. And cooking while erect isn’t advisable.”
“Cooking while erect,” Adam said, giving me a half-lidded stare. “Is that a fire hazard, or just a great name for my next OnlyShots video?”
I puffed out a laugh as I slapped the ingredients onto the kitchen counter near the stove.
“You think your followers want to see you cooking up silver dollar strawberry pancakes while you’re hard as a rock?”
He paused for a second, his drunken stare getting a smolder behind it. He finally shrugged a shoulder, his gaze like a challenge. “I don’t know. Want to find out?”
He stood up, still staring at me while he slowly started to unbuckle his belt.
“Adam,” I said, watching him.
“What?” he asked me as he slid his belt off, tossing it across the room onto the couch. “You said you’re not willing to pop my gay-sex virgin cherry tonight. That doesn’t mean I can’t get naked, does it?”
I swallowed as I watched him slowly undo the top button of his pants, my whole body going hot.
There was no way he was really doing this.
No fucking way.
It was like somehow, Adam Dix had come out of the woodwork tonight, right in front of my eyes. Now that he knew the truth, he was… bold. Confident. Insanely fucking hard to resist.
“Gay-sex virgin cherry,” I repeated, only half aware of what I was saying. “That’s a pretty good name for another video of yours, too.”
He was undoing his zipper now. This was the same bashful Adam I’d seen blushing over the slightest things, now stripping in my kitchen.
I was only human.
I couldn’t stop a guy from getting naked, could I?
“Maybe I’ll do that after Cooking while Erect,” he said, a playful smile tugging at one corner of his mouth now. He dropped his pants to the floor, kicking them to the side along with his shoes. He stood there in tight black boxer-briefs and a shirt, already looking like some hot scene from one of his videos, making me want to drool right onto the floor below.
“I agree, by the way,” I said, transfixed as he pulled off his shirt. “I might be ethical enough to know I won’t fuck you unless you really want it, but I’m never going to stop you from getting naked, drunk or not.”
He dragged his palm across the bulge in his boxer-briefs, the outline of his cock clearly visible. My heart raced as he tugged the waistline just slightly, and the tip of his cock protruded out of the top of it.
I groaned. My mouth was literally watering now, just from seeing that tiny glimpse of his cock. The cock I’d gotten off to, probably a hundred times.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he said. “I’m either dreaming or losing my mind.”