Page 86 of Pretty Nightmare

“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be doing it, Adam.” I pull his cock out and start slowly jerking him off, my hand sliding up and down his shaft.

“Fuck,” he says, leaning against the workbench. Placing both hands flat on the surface like he needs to hold himself up.

I manage a crooked smile. “Don’t think too hard.”

“I think that was supposed to be my line.”

“Yeah, well, if I waited for you, it might take twenty-five more years before we got this far.”

His smile falls a little. “I don’t want to pressure you—”

“Shut up, Adam.”

“Right.”

I take a step forward until my chest is right up against his, my hand still jerking on his dick. He reaches for me, but I shake my head and stare into his eyes. “Don’t. This is all you right now. Just enjoy it.”

His eyelids get heavy and start to close. But then he opens them again.

“Close them. I don’t mind.”

I can tell he’s confused. Or conflicted, maybe.

“Don’t worry. It’s not gonna change nothing.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of. That I’ll get this one little taste and then you’ll change your mind.”

“You wanna stop now? And never know?”

He shakes his head. “No.”

I lean in and kiss him again—“Good”—and whisper past his lips. “Then just close your eyes and let me handle things for once.” I keep kissing him, grinding my hips against his as I move my hand up and down his cock. He moans into my mouth. “This is just a little taste right now.”

Adam chuckles. “Jesus fucking Christ, McKay. Are you trying to fucking kill me today? Or just make me question reality?”

“I have to admit”—I pull out of this kiss and squeeze his cock a little harder, making him growl out a moan—“I’m a little surprised you’re not reveling in this right now.”

“I just can’t fucking believe it.”

I let go of his cock and force my hand deeper into his pants so I can grab his balls. “That’s fear talking again. Just let it go.”

He stares at me with half-mast eyes, looking a little bit helpless, and then his hand reaches for the zipper of my coveralls. I think he’s waiting for me to stop him. And I consider it. Not because I don’t want him to touch me, but because this isn’t about me right now.

But I fear he will mistake that for rejection. I don’t stop him. Just fondle his balls and then take my hand back up to grip his shaft.

I don’t have on a shirt underneath the coveralls. So he finds my bare chest immediately, slipping his hand down the inside of my coveralls, under the waistband of my shorts. “Commando?” he says, grinning as he finds my dick. I’m already hard. I was hard all morning thinking about him. Planning how I might take this to the next level. I figured it would be make-up sex. Kinda hard and heated. Since we fought last night.

But slow is better.

“Now you know my last secret,” I say, pushing myself against him. “But I gotta say. You’re fucking turning me on right now.” I pause, breathing heavy as I enjoy his skill with my cock. Like he knows just what to do. “And you think this is gonna be some epic marathon—”

He laughs. Loud.

“Fuck you, asshole.”

He kisses me. “Go ahead, McKay,” he whispers past my lips. “You can come all over my hand. Any time you’re ready. Because I’m about to fucking spill mine into yours right fucking—” His cock jerks beneath my palm. And then I feel the warm wetness against my knuckles as they slide up and down his lower stomach.

He grips me hard. And then the tip of his thumb rubs across the head of my dick and I lean into him, out foreheads bumping as he jerks me faster. Harder. And then I can’t hold it in any longer. I groan and grit my teeth as I explode into the palm of his hand.