“I don’t want you to,” Connolly told him, gathering the fluid from Jacob’s cock and smearing it across the crown, concentrating all his attention just on the tip. Jacob’s eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open as he did his best to try to make Connolly’s hand move. But that wasn’t what he had in mind. He leaned forward, taking Jacob’s cock down to the root, sucking his way back up. That was it.
Jacob cried out, his cum flooding Connolly’s tongue before he swallowed it down.
When he pulled off, Jacob looked embarrassed. “Sorry. I didn’t know that was going to happen.”
Connolly grinned at him, crawling up his body to give him a kiss, letting him taste himself on Connolly’s tongue. “I did,” he promised.
Jacob’s heart was racing, and his whole body shivered like he was cold. He’d had orgasms before, had jerked off in the dark by himself with nothing more than his own vanilla fantasies featuring some faceless man who would make him feel good. Nothing compared to this, to Connolly. He whispered to Jacob that he was perfect and touched him like he was precious, but he looked at him like he was hungry and Jacob was meat, and that combination was something he could have never imagined, not even in his wildest fantasies. There was no place in Jacob’s brain that had ever thought somebody like Connolly could want somebody like him.
“Can… Can I touch you?” Jacob asked.
“Sweetheart, I can say with almost a hundred percent certainty that I’d let you stab me if you asked while looking at me the way you’re looking at me right now.”
Jacob’s eyes widened, and he blushed furiously. “I would rather just have you naked.”
Connolly stood, pinning Jacob in place with his gaze, catching his collar in one hand and pulling it over his head in one fluid motion. Jacob bit down on his lower lip to keep the whimper that threatened to escape at bay. Connolly grinned like he could read Jacob’s mind, but there was no way he could even begin to understand the complicated feelings piling up in his brain.
Connolly was such a…man. He was broad shouldered, barrel chested, thick armed with just the slightest hint of a belly. Jacob was sure he’d noticed all those things just hours before, but he had been far too worried to truly appreciate how ruggedly beautiful the man was. Jacob wanted to run his fingers through the hair on his chest and belly, wanted to feel it beneath his palms.
Connolly thumbed open the button and zipper on his jeans, sliding them down and off, revealing he had no underwear on beneath. Jacob was moving before he really truly registered his own motion, crawling to the edge of the mattress so he could slide his hands over Connolly’s chest, scraping his nails over the stiff peaks of his nipples. Connolly’s erection bobbed close to Jacob’s face. It was built just like the rest of Connolly, hard and thick, nestled in dark curls. Jacob leaned forward and placed an open mouth kiss just above the spot where Jacob most wanted to put his mouth.
Connolly groaned, his hands coming to rest on Jacob’s shoulders, gripping him tight. He tried again, dragging his lips lower to kiss the spot where Connolly’s hip and thigh met.
“Fuck.”
Jacob’s chest swelled, warmth filling him. He’s made Connolly utter that curse. His touch. His mouth. He wanted to make him do it again. He pushed him back a tiny bit, earning a confused look a second before he slipped off the bed and onto his knees. He ran his hands up Connolly’s thick thighs, the coarse hair tickling his palms as he gazed up at him. “Can I?”
“Yeah, baby.”
Being called ‘baby’ had never been a thing Jacob had ever thought he’d want, but every time Connolly said it, a shiver of awareness rolled over him. He wanted to be Connolly’s baby more than he wanted his next breath. He had no idea what he was doing. He took Connolly in his hand, familiarizing himself with the heavy weight, the thick vein that ran along the shaft, the almost purple head that was wet at the tip. Jacob leaned forward, licking over his slit, gathering the fluid on his tongue, reveling in the salty taste of him.
Connolly groaned, and Jacob’s eyes darted upward. “I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
Connolly’s look could have melted every inch of snow outside. “You want me to help you?”
Jacob’s cock twitched at the low rumble of Connolly’s voice and the raw passion in his look. He wanted to say yes, but he found he could only nod.
“Can you open your mouth for me, baby?” Jacob did as he was told, keeping his gaze locked on Connolly. “That’s so good. That’s perfect.”
Connolly took his cock in hand, rubbing the head of it across Jacob’s lips. Jacob eagerly licked the taste from his lips before opening his mouth once more. This time, Connolly fed the tip of his cock to Jacob.
“Suck it.”
Jacob closed his lips around the crown, sucking eagerly, the sloppy sound of his sucking turning him on and embarrassing him in equal measure.
“That’s good. That’s so good, baby. You’re doing so well.”
Connolly’s words were a balm to his embarrassment, making Jacob want to please him, want to hear that what he was doing was making him feel good.
“Can you take a little more?”
Jacob slid his lips farther down his shaft before drawing back up with the same suction Connolly had used on him. His hands clenched in Jacob’s hair, and Jacob moaned around his cock. That was definitely something else Jacob liked.
Connolly slid his cock in and out of Jacob’s mouth in short, shallow thrusts. He ran his hands along Connolly’s thighs, his hips, the firm globes of his butt. Suddenly, Connolly moved back. Jacob’s gaze cut sharply upwards, heartbeat tripping in his chest. “Did I do it wrong?”
“No. No, you did it right. Too right. I’m not done with you yet. When I come, I want it to be inside of you. Is that okay?”
Jacob’s mouth fell open, and it was like he’d lost his ability to speak. He nodded.
