Page 124 of Not That Complicated

I reached up and cupped his cheek.

He smiled. “I used to see you around a lot.”

“I don’t remember seeing you.”

“You wouldn’t. I didn’t exactly come over to say hi. Never could dig up the courage. And I never did forget you. Even when I went back to Cambridge to finish my degree. When I came back home, Fraser was gone and you were still here. Ray, you’re something else. You giant weirdo. I love you too.”

I’d scowled at thegiant weirdo, so was caught out with a stupid expression on my face when the love of my life told me he loved me too. “Really?” I said, voice going high.

“Yeah. If you’re still interested in making love, we can get started. Because I don’t know about you, but my dick is about to explode.” He rocked against me. “We’re in the honeymoon suite. We’ve got it all night. There’s cake for dessert. Unless you want to start with it a la abdominals?”

“Maybe another time.” Make that never. I’d changed my mind. I respected cake. I respected abdominals. I didn’t see any reason to mash the two together. “Another time for the cake, I mean.” I took hold of his cock. “I’d hate for anything to explode. You’d probably charge me extra for the cleaning bill.”

“I absolutely would,” he agreed.

I squirmed out from under him, pushing and shoving. He flopped back elegantly and ran a hand down his own chest and abs to play with his dick. I turned back, lube and condom in hand, and froze.

The corner of his mouth lifted. Eyes burning, he continued to stroke up and down his erection with long, lazy pulls and a deft flick of his wrist. “Yeah?” he said, low.

“You’re young,” I said.

“Ray, can we be done with this once and for all? Yes, I’m younger than you but—”

“I mean, keep going with that—” I waved at him, “—and you’ll be good to go again in...?”

He ran his gaze over me. “Twenty minutes.”

My brows lifted. “Really? Wow.”

“I don’t know, I’ve not timed it. You want to find out?” He never stopped stroking.

“Yes.” I stretched out beside him, propping my head on a hand and watching as he pleasured himself.

It didn’t take long. His abs were tensing and releasing within minutes, his face flushed, eyes locked on the side of my face. I darted a glance up at him every now and then but was mostly mesmerised by the way he handled himself. Graceful, and with confidence, and how the hell did I get this lucky?

“Ray,” he panted.

“Yeah,” I said, “Come on.”

“Ray, touch me. Please, I—”

I slid my hand over his and he came straight away. My own dick kicked at the sight of his perspiration-damp body gleaming against the sheets, his hips pumping up into the air, his beautiful cock jerking in my hand.

“Oh my god,” I said, sounding high and startled. “I think I’m gonna—”

Adam pushed me onto my back and pinned me down by lying on top of me. He was damp and spent against my own hard cock.

“I’m definitely gonna—” I gasped out, and felt it start. I yelped when he lifted away enough to get between us and tug my balls down.

I glared up at him, betrayed. “Ow!”

His eyes glittered feverishly. “You don’t get to come until I’m inside you,” he said.

“That is very bossy.” I tried to hide how thrilled I was, but I don’t think he bought it. I writhed with discomfort beneath him.

He groaned and jerked against me. “Uhhhn. Hold still.”

“Youhold still,” I said, and cupped his arse. He was like hot damp silk under my palms.

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