Page 74 of As the Years Pass

Adam gets to his feet and takes his clothes off. I watch eagerly, my mouth watering and my dick getting hard all over again.

He always was beautiful—a feminine male body.

With clothes on, he looks like your average in-shape guy. But when he’s naked, you see all his beauty. The narrow waist, the full hips, the thick thighs. His skin is flawless, soft, nearly hairless and so fucking kissable.

“Come here,” I tell him as I shift the pillows.

He crawls over me, settling his knees on either side and guiding his dick toward my mouth.

I open, waiting to feel him on my tongue. When he doesn’t put it there, I look up, my mouth turning down in a frown. Our eyes meet, and he smirks, then he presses his dick against my lips, sliding the soft tip back and forth to paint my lips with his precum.

His hand slides under my jaw, applying slight pressure to keep it closed. I let him take the control he wants, the control he needs. I crave it too—letting go.

I’ve never trusted someone the way I trust Adam, and that’s another reason it hurt so badly when he left me. It’ll hurt worse this time, but I’m refusing to think about that. All I care about is this—now. There’s no going back at this point. Not when we’ve slept off the alcohol and have clear heads.

“Open for me,” he whispers in a voice so soft it sounds angelic, but there’s a firmness to it too. That’s the voice I listen to, no questions asked. So I open my mouth for him, and he slides his dick in, pressing down on my tongue. He slides so slowly to the back of my throat that it feels like it takes years. When he’sfinally as far as he will go, he presses up on my jaw so I close around him. “Good boy.”

Adam lets go of his dick and leans forward, gripping the headboard but keeping his other hand on my jaw. He goes slow, but deep, using my mouth exactly how he wants. When he wants me tighter, he presses on my jaw. When he wants me to open a little, he loosens his grip.

We’ve done this game a thousand times before, but something about this, something about right now, it’s different.

We aren’t stupid kids fucking around.

We’re real adults with real lives.

If I thought what we had before was real, what could we be now?

So much more.

So much fucking more.

“Your mouth, Emmet. God, it feels so good.”

I groan around him, my dick aching all over again.

I find Adam’s ass, cupping his full cheeks then sliding my hands up his back and to his waist and up his ribs. I just need to touch him everywhere I can. I never thought I’d be able to touch him like this again, so I’ll take everything I can get.

“You’re perfect,” he says. “So fucking perfect.”

He starts to move a little faster, and that’s the telltale sign that he’s close. He has so much control, but when he’s close, he wants it. He wants to give me my reward.

“Are you ready for it?” he asks, his voice barely contained.

I nod as best I can, breathing heavily out of my nose. Drool is pouring from the sides of my mouth, dripping down my chin and landing on my chest. The headboard creaks as he grips it tighter, his hand pressing on my jaw, so I suck harder as he moves faster.

He groans, loud and long as his dick pulses, his cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallow it down, nearly coming again myself over the taste of him.

How I’ve missed it…

His head falls back on his shoulder, his body relaxing as he comes down from his high. He swings his leg over and drops beside me. I lie on my back staring at the ceiling. I feel his body heat next to me, but it isn’t enough, so I turn on my side and pull him to me, kissing his temple and holding him tightly.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask quietly.

Adam grips my forearm, holding on just as tight. “Yes.”

My eyes fall closed, and I let out a shaky breath.

“Are you sure?” I ask again. “I need you to be absolutely sure, Adam.”