Page 57 of For the Cameras

But instead, it spurred me on.

It turned out it still felt just as thrilling to be on this side of the camera. Adam’s first time was with me, and it would be forever immortalized. Having the camera on us made me feeldevious andbadin a good way, like someone was watching. But right here in the room, there was no one but us.

I liked that combination a little too much.

I shivered as Adam looked up at me, letting his tongue slide in one smooth motion from the base of my cock all the way to the tip. He lapped his tongue along the tip and I reached out, lacing my fingers through his hair.

“Excellent job, so far,” I said, my voice breathy already.

“I want to give you more.”

“I’m all yours,” I told him. Right now, it was undeniably true.

I watched as he pushed the tip of my dick into his plush lips, the tip disappearing into his mouth.

And I promptly forgot absolutely everything other than the feeling of his mouth on me.

He hummed and let his tongue slide out around the ridge.

Sofuckinggood it was unfair. I would have liked to be able to give Adam some first-timer advice, but the way he was moving his tongue along me was everything I needed.

“Take more,” I whispered, looking him dead in the eye.

He seemed to like the challenge. All at once he slid down the rest of my shaft, taking me as deep as he could.

Oh, this was bad. So very bad.

I could already tell that I was going to want this every day now that I’d gotten even one minute of it.

Too. Intense.

He hummed again around my dick and I struggled not to sink back too far onto the bed, knowing that my face would show in the video if I were to lie down.

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 andkissing 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 clearlywantedit—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 caredeeply, 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.

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