“You think it’s something to worry about?” His forehead creased.
“Probably not, but dizzy spells aren’t something to ignore. And if it’s high blood pressure, better to catch it early.”
“Yep.” Adam nodded pragmatically. “I’ll make sure she goes in. My own blood pressure is going to be stellar after I eat all the vegetables you’ve got on the menu. You ready for dinner”
“Among other things.” Even after his mother’s interruption, low-level arousal continued to make my body hum with awareness.
“Good boy.” Those two words uttered in his velvety-deep voice turned the dial on my lust up to a full-bodied roar. I couldn’t wait to see what Adam had in store for me.
Thirteen
Adam
“Okay. You got me. The broccoli wasn’t terrible.” I smiled at Quinn as we took our plates to the sink. The salad he’d made had been tasty, and it had been nice to have food waiting for us.
“High praise.” Quinn flicked me with some water.
“Oh, I’ve got better praise for you.” I pulled him to me, heat flaring through my veins. I liked that he was relaxed and playful, and now I was ready to play some more. “You ready to be a good boy for me?”
“Yes.” His cheeks pinked right up, but he glanced down at the sink. “Dishes—”
“—can wait.” I tugged him toward the stairs. “We’re due.”
“True.” Cleaning abandoned, Quinn followed me upstairs. Earlier, he’d put his purchases in his room, and the neat row of paint cans along the wall made me smile.
“This time, I want you naked.” I yanked up his T-shirt. Making out with him slowly last time had been delicious, but I’d spent the last four days regretting that I hadn’t seen any skin beyond his cock.
“Naked is good, but you too,” Quinn demanded as he finished the job I’d started, removing his shirt and jeans. He had a similar vibe to this one British actor who turned me the fuck on, with his lean, pale frame, pink nipples, and sparse chest hair. Quinn’s stomach was a little fuzzier, which was cute. The hipster glasses he left on only added to his appeal, but I gave his gray boxer briefs a pointed look.
“Everything,” I ordered. I pulled off my overshirt and then the T-shirt underneath. I wasn’t as conventionally hot as Quinn—I had more of a belly and thicker limbs and way more body hair—but I wasn’t self-conscious. Quinn seemed plenty appreciative. I tossed my jeans on top of his on the floor.
“Oh my word,” he breathed, openly appraising my body. “You have the hottest chest I’ve ever seen.”
“You do like fuzzy, don’t you?” I laughed and rubbed one of my pecs. The pillow he’d bought was lounging on his bed. I wasn’t that furry, but with each passing year, I did get closer to the bear-Daddy stereotype. And if Quinn liked that, so much the better.
“And your nipples.” He trailed a finger down my chest. “So sexy.”
They’d always been prominent, wide and dark, but I’d helped them along a little too. “I pump sometimes when I solo play. Helps me edge.”
“That’s so hot.” Quinn’s wide eyes had me wishing I’d done more. Turning him on was such a rush, getting me the rest of the way to fully hard.
“Glad you think so.” I gathered him against me. The rub of our stomachs and glancing brush of our cocks had both of us gasping. “You’re damn sexy too.”
Taking a step backward, I tumbled us onto the bed, a controlled fall that ended with Quinn half on top of me, all breathless smiles.
“Can I touch you?” He ran his hands down my biceps.
“Be my guest.” I had plans for him too, but if he wanted to explore a little first, I wasn’t going to stop him. His touch felt damn good. Rubbing his face against my chest, he stroked my arms and shoulders before moving to my belly. He played with the fuzz there, making me laugh. “Tickles.”
“Hmm. I’ll just have to find my fun elsewhere.” He dragged his thumb against one of my nipples, making a happy noise when I hissed in a breath.
“Go ahead,” I encouraged, having a good idea of what he was after.
“Mmm. Thank you.” Nuzzling my pec, he licked my nipple gently. He alternated little flicks of his tongue with light sucking that had me groaning. “I love this, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” I cupped his head, not pinning him there, more so I could play with his silky soft hair. “You do that all you want.”
Quinn’s sound of delight went straight to my cock, and as he started sucking in earnest, I had to fist myself and arch my back. This was too good to end too quickly, but I had to give my straining cock a little relief. I loved the attention he was lavishing on me. He could have an oral fixation all he wanted if this was the result.