Page 33 of Not That Complicated

His face had frozen into a distant, beautiful mask.

“Unless it’s for the convenience,” I said in a small voice. I had an uncomfortable feeling that I’d offended and disappointed him.

“You’re hard work, Ray,” he said. “There’s not one thing convenient about you.”

“Okay, ouch.” Now I was offended. I’d heard a variation on that more than once.

We had a glare-off.

“How about some hate sex?” Adam said. We were still sliding against each other. His hips ground into me with steady pulses. He pushed in hard then moved in tiny, taunting circles.

My neck arched, fingers scrabbling at his back.

“That sounds—” like a terrible idea, “—doable?” My voice quavered up at the end. “Wait. Oh, shit.” He’d snatched his t-shirt off already. That was fast. “Nothing too intimate,” I said.

“Wouldn’t want that.”

“You can’t...I don’t want you to fuck me.”

Lie. I wanted it so badly.

But if we stopped to get our clothes off, or at least get our pants down and the condoms out, I’d come to my senses, and an orgasm was barrelling down on me.

“Fine.” Adam hauled my t-shirt up, got it shoved up under my armpits, and bent down to bite a nipple.

“Hhnn,” I said.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

I pushed and pushed at his shoulders. He snatched my wrists and pinned my arms again, thumping my hands either side of my head. He stared down at me.

“We can just rub off on each other,” I told him.

“I got it.”

Our bare stomachs slid together. I was definitely getting the better part of the deal; I was in sweatpants, and he was still in jeans.

“It’s just friction,” I said. “You could be anyone.”

“What the hell, Ray?”

“I mean we’re both here for the orgasm. As long as everyone’s clear, it doesn’t matter if that’s all it is.”

He shook his head. “You should probably stop talking, or I’m gonna leave you high and dry.”

He was shaking against me. I didn’t think he could stop right now for anything. I knew I couldn’t.

“Maybe you’d better stop me talking, then.” I was not so subtly angling for a kiss. Adam pushed my wrists harder into the mattress and leaned back when I went for it.

“No,” he said. “I want you saying my name when I make you come. I want you to know who’s here with you. I’m not having you pretend. You’re not going to close your eyes and pretend I’m anyone.”

“I know who you are,” I said.

Adam’s breath feathered over my lips. He angled his head and dropped a soft kiss into my waiting mouth.

He slowed down.

“No, no,” I said.” Noooo. Keep going. What are you doing?”

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