Page 63 of Not That Complicated

“And it’s about a third as long as the woodpecker’s body? Imagine having a tongue like that.”

“With sex!” I said. “Distract me with sex, not random and frankly horrifying scientific facts.” I ground down onto him.

Adam’s amused, patient expression turned sharp.

“Yeah?” I said, and rocked down.

His hands came to my thighs and gripped hard. “This isn’t a good idea, Ray.”

“Correction: it’s a fantastic idea. I practically pass out after an orgasm. Sounds awesome to me right now.”

His grip readjusted, gliding up until he was holding my hips. Holding me still.

“Come on, Adam” I said. “Distract me.”

“No.”

“You were all for it last time we were in a bed together—”

“You weren’t hysterical last time.”

“How dare you. I’m not hysterical now.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“For god’s sake. Am I supposed to beg?”

“One day, yes. I very much intend to make you beg. Twenty minutes ago, you told me no sex, and you meant it.”

“Wow. Okay, I changed my mind. I mean it. I want it.”

He didn’t make a move. “Unless you don’t,” I said, and went to scramble off, mortified by my behaviour.

Because I didn’t want it.

He had an erection. I was in a position to know. I was still sitting on it, after all. I, on the other hand, despite where I was and despite my earlier problem when he was in the shower, was bewilderingly unaroused. Adam was cupping my cock with a gentle hand. He gave it a soft, meaningful squeeze.

“You’ve got that the wrong way around,” he said. “Of course I want you. I always have. From the first moment I saw you. But as I said, I like you. I’m not going to take advantage of you, what kind of man does that?”

“I’ve known a few.”

He gave me an arrested look and said, “Huh.”

My breathing had slowed. Adam was holding my hands now, our fingers laced together.

“Come back down here,” he said with a firm tug, “and I’ll kiss you silly.”

I already felt silly. But why not give him a shot? I sank down and stretched out over him.

“I hate my life right now,” I said dolefully into his warm throat.

“Yeah,” he said, then drew me up with cool fingers at the nape of my neck and kissed me softly.

“Sucks,” I said when he pulled back.

“Oh yeah?” He rearranged us until we were lying on our sides. His mouth brushed over mine. “How about now?”

“Be better if you fucked me.”

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