Page 58 of For the Cameras

“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. Ofcoursehe 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 ofChase’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 justanyguy?” 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?”

Something rattled, deep in my chest. I swore I could physically feel the shields coming up inside me.

It wasn’t that I had any issue hanging out with Adam—exactly the opposite.

It was that having one of the best hookups in years followed by grabbing dinner together veered a little close toboyfriend territoryin my mind.

I knew it didn’t mean that. I knew that I could hang out with him as much as I wanted and it wouldn’t necessarily mean any attachments were forming.

But I saw the way he looked in my eyes.

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