“I’m joking. I mean, I’m not. You were great, but I meant what I said. You’re mine now.”
I liked his words too damn much. They made me hope, and I knew it was a rabbit hole from which I would never dig myself out.
“What’s wrong?” Adam said, reading my expression.
“You’re just saying it because you’re high on dick.”
He burst into laughter. “I sure am, but that’s not why I said it. It’s just that… you’re beautiful inside and out, you know? You’re not like me. You’re a good person, and I was wrong about you. I was wrong about everything.”
His words crushed me for numerous reasons I couldn’t say out loud.
“Are we going to do this again?” I said, changing the subject. “Or is it a one-time thing?”
Adam caressed my cheek. “What did I just tell you? You’re mine now. I want to do this with you over and over again. More than that. I want to fuck you. I want to sleep with you. I want to eat your cum, because it tastes so fucking good. All of that. More than that.”
“I love your taste too,” I said, burying my face in his neck. “Hug me. Please.”
He did what I said, even as his words still rang in my ears.
I was wrong about you. I was wrong about everything.
It was the crux of my problem and the reason my soul ached so much. It was why I couldn’t enjoy him… enjoy us… like I wanted to.
Not because Adam Markland was wrong about me.
But because he was right.
Chapter 12
Business and Pleasure
Adam
Well, fuck me.
I never thought I would say that, but I liked dick... well, other than my own. I liked touching it. I liked sucking it. Perhaps I would even like to sit on it. That being said, I couldn’t imagine myself with some random dude, but what happened with Jordan, I liked. No, “liked” was the wrong word. No other sexual experience in my life could compare—yeah, that sounded better. And it wasn’t just physical. I liked Jordan. I couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when I stopped hating him and started liking him, but it happened. Now that I knew I liked him, I wondered where all that hate went.
The answer to this was simple. It wasn’t hate. I never hated him. Never. Since the moment I met him, he got under my skin, and from that point on, my life was all about Jordan Slade. It was the real reason my eyes kept looking for him across rooms. It was why my hands always found a reason for a fleeting touch. It was why I provoked him for years—I liked him, and I didn’t want to like him. Liking him would mean letting him into my life and risking things. Liking him would mean trusting someone other than myself. I was a grumpy, people-hating individual who doubted everything and believed in nothing. Still, Jordan made me believe. In what? As Verna would say, in people. I spent decades building walls around me, and it took Jordan years to break them down. That was a long time—a lot of walls.
So, yeah, I was obsessed with Jordan Slade from the start, and for numerous reasons. He was honest, caring, and smart, and he cared about the people in his life. He was witty, and he had a drysense of humor that I found appealing. Basically, he possessed all the traits a decent human being should have, which I lacked. He had the guts to tell me how he felt without knowing if his feelings were reciprocated, and what did I do? I behaved like a jerk. My point being, I had a lot of groveling to do, and I couldn’t wait to do it… on and off my knees.
And last night was easily the best night of my life. After I came like a motherfucker, I slept like the dead until dawn. It was when we both woke up famished and ate the food Jordan had ordered earlier. I also had a dessert, which meant Jordan Slade sprawled on the kitchen counter with his dick in my mouth. When I was done with him, his cum coated my throat, and he couldn’t walk, but it was a dessert to die for. He apologized for pulling my hair too roughly, then he dropped to his knees and apologized again in a way that made me shout when I climaxed a few embarrassing minutes later. After we returned to bed, we had a few hours before we had to go to work, and we made them count. Jordan’s hand on my shaft felt so good that I considered surgically attaching it to me. His dick reacted to my touch as if it had a telepathic link to my brain. After we splashed each other’s abs with cum, I felt like a pervert and sex addict, but at least my balls didn’t hurt anymore. In the morning, Jordan followed me to the door, refusing to let go of me, and it felt better than winning the lottery.
Bottom line, it was no wonder I drove to my place, grinning like an idiot. I couldn’t stop smiling, which was an affliction I’d never experienced before. After I showered and changed, I called Verna because I had to tell someone what had happened.
“Vern, I did it,” I said after she answered.
“What, hun?”
“I let someone into my life.”
“Oh my God, Adam! That’s wonderful news. Congratulations.”
“Thanks.”
“How does it feel?”
I bit my lip to stop a chuckle. “It… it feels great.”
