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I wish I could say that I didn’t find it hot to be the first guy he’d been with, but deep down I fuckinglovedit.
“Are you ready to fuck me, Adam?” I asked. “Heard you want to try a guy for the first time.”
He pulled in a breath through his teeth, reaching one hand down to grip his cock through the grey sweatpants. “I want to try everything with you.”
I stepped into the frame of the camera, standing at the edge of the bed. “I’m all yours for tonight.”
He met my gaze. “You’ve been all mine for longer than that.”
My heart lurched in my chest and my skin broke out in goosebumps.
I hated how right he was. I hadn’t even wanted to look at another guy since I’d met Adam, and that fact was probably written all over me.
“I can teach you how to fuck me,” I said, ignoring my feelings and focusing back on what I knew would be hot for the video. “You ready to be a good student for me?”
He groaned deeply, nodding. “Teach me how to give you what you need.”
I gave my cock a stroke, looking down to see that precum was building at the tip. “First step is to get me turned on. You were pretty good at that all night.”
“Wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you earlier,” he murmured, and I pulled in a slow breath, trying to process the compliment.
“I wanted you to fuck me, too,” I said. “Your cock is pretty thick, so you’re going to have to warm me up.”
“Lube up my fingers and help you open up?” he said.
“Exactly.”
I grabbed my lube from the nightstand drawer and brought it out, getting on the bed next to him. “I’m going to be pretty bossy when I tell you what to do, okay?”
His eyes flared. “Please boss me around,” he said.
“Glad you’re okay with that.”
He reached out a hand and ran his fingers through my still-damp hair. “I like everything you do. Fuckingeverything.”
My heart rate ticked up again and I froze in place.
He felt so good.
So fucking good. And that was just from him running his damn hand through my hair, not evencloseto even touching me anywhere else, yet.
I had to stop.
My head started swimming all over again and I stood up, walking over toward the cameras.
I pushed the button on each one of them to stop recording.
“Everything okay?” Adam asked right away, looking up with concern.
“Um, yes,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “Are you sure you want to do this on camera? Your first time ever?”
His eyes darted from me to the cameras and back again. “I mean, it was wigging me out a tiny bit at first, but to be honest, I’ve already forgotten about them.”
The quiet frenzy inside me wouldn’t die down, though.
I was the one who was anxious.
“You don’t think you’ll regret such a private moment being out in the world?”