“That might be true,” he says reluctantly. “But you really are just a pretty cum dumpster most of the time.”
“Okay.” I roll my eyes, hard. “You love me, Cassius. The way you went after Barry Behrakis and then got Mason Kepler canceled because he was being a dick to me. Why would you do all that if you didn’t care about me?”
“Fine, I do care,” he admits at last. He sighs moodily, and we drift into silence. I’m lying on my back with my dick still waving in the air like a flagless pole while Cassius’s fingers drift lazily over my skin. “Do you ever wonder if I might hurt you?” he asks. “I mean, seriously hurt you?”
“Yeah, I was pretty worried just now, but I figure it’s worth the risk. You get my blood pumping like nothing else. Better than any drug, you get me high as fuck.”
“You might be an adrenaline junkie.”
“That tracks.”
He rests his chin in his hand and stares at me without blinking. “You really don’t care that I’m a sociopath?”
I shrug. “So, what if you are? You’re a great boyfriend. You give me all your time and attention. You buy me all sorts of thoughtful gifts and help me stick to my routines. You’ve given me everything I could possibly want and would probably help me accomplish even more.”
“I would,” he says earnestly. “I will.”
“I like what we do in bed. I don’t know if you noticed but…” I take his hand and wrap his fingers around my warm, throbbing dick, the last one left at the party. “It kind of turns me on.”
“You’re probably mentally disordered too,” he says with a smirk.
“Maybe, but you promised me I could come.”
He nods, puffing himself up to his normal splendor, Peacock style. “A promise is a promise. All right then, Beautiful Adam, how would you like to come?”
Here’s my chance to get what I want. Now, while he’s feeling guilty and needy, his version of it at least.
“I want to top you.”
“Here? Now?” he asks, appalled. “I ate a big dinner.”
“I don’t care. I want to poke at your soft, gooey insides with my dick.”
“I’m going to need drugs for that.”
“No, you won’t. I’ll be sweet.”
“You’re always sweet. Stupidly sweet. Honestly, if I were you, Adam, I’d break up with me, except I know what I’d do to you if you did.”
I laugh. “You have a shit-ton of crazy ideas, don’t you?”
“They would make your skin crawl.”
“You can tell me every demented thought running through your head while I slowly eat you out, then stretch you open, then stuff my big boy cock inside you.”
“Give me a few poppers at least? You’re well-endowed, and it’s been a while.”
“Nope. You’re going to feel every inch of me, Cassius Peacock, and you are going to love it.”
“Pretty confident for a guy who’s never topped a man before.”
“I’ve had an excellent teacher.”
Chapter21
Cassius
Well, what can I say? Adam had me in a weak moment. While I go through the mental and physical preparations of readying myself for bottoming, Adam disappears elsewhere to “get into character.” What that means, one can only guess.
