Page 102 of Not That Complicated

He leaned more of his weight into the hand effortlessly pinning me down, and changed the angle with each stroke until my breath stuttered. Bright sensation streaked through my pelvis. He nudged my prostate a few times, and then very deliberately avoided it.

“Is this the part where I’m supposed to be begging?” I said. I dug my forehead into the pillow, my neck arched, and I was panting hard. I kept trying to spread my legs and push back up into his hands, but his weight on my thighs made it impossible.

“You’re already begging,” he said. “This is the part where I’m telling you all about the things I’m going to make you watch me do.”

“Is it? Sorry. I got bored with all the chit-chat. Oh!” He bit my arse, hard.

“I’ll make you watch while I touch myself,” he said. “And I won’t let you do anything. You won’t be allowed to touch me or yourself. You’ll have to sit there and watch.”

Unless he tied me down, I wouldn’t be able tonottouch him.

“I think I’d like to strip for you.”

“I think I’d like that, too.”

“I’d put on some music—” he twisted his fingers inside me and I shuddered out a long, breathless moan, “—and I’d take my clothes off sloooowly. I’d wear something pretty for you under my jeans. A little surprise. If I was in the mood, I’d wear something with lace on it. I’d—Ray.”

I lay there, shaking against the damp sheets. I buried my face in the pillow.

“Ray,” he said, and moved over me to dip down and place his lips at my ear. “Did you just come?”

I sighed. “Yes,” I said unhappily.

He gave a huff of laughter that I felt over the side of my face, pushed a hand up through the back of my hair, and kissed my hot damp neck. “You are perfect,” he said. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I liked the sound of the striptease.”

“Then I’ll do that for you. I’ll go full Magic Mike.”

“Oh, god,” I said, and my traitorous dick gave a feeble attempt at an encore.

“Ray,” he said. There was something almost wondering in his voice.

“You can still fuck me,” I said, and pulled my face out of the pillow.

He hesitated. “You’re not too sensitive?”

“Sensitive, yes. Too sensitive?” How could I blush even more, seriously? “I don’t mind it.”

“I’m shooting for something a bit better than,You can fuck me, I don’t mind it.”

I scowled. “I like it.”

“Interesting.” He tugged at me, encouraging me to turn over.

I did. Reluctantly. I refused to meet his gaze, mortified by the mess I’d made, until he said, quietly, “Please look at me.”

I did.

“Hi.” Adam bit his lip. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. I want you to know that.”

“Me prematurely ejaculating? Wow, you’re easy to please.”

“You coming untouched,” he said. “Apart from grinding against the pillow, of course.”

“I wasn’tgrinding, you wereshovingme back and forth...” I trailed off under his bright, intense gaze. He ran his fingers through the mess on my stomach. I grimaced.

“No?” he said on a laugh.

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