“Shh,” Connolly crooned. “I’ve got you. Just try to relax. We’re going to stay right here until you’re ready. Or we can stop right now. Your choice.”
Jacob could feel tears welling in his eyes, but he blinked them away.
Connolly kissed Jacob’s slack mouth. “Do you want to stop?”
“No. Just give me a minute.”
“We’ve got all the time in the world.”
That wasn’t exactly true. In a few hours, the storm would end, the courthouse would open, and they would have their marriage annulled. He didn’t want this to be their only memory. Pain and fear and sadness.
Connolly peppered kisses along any bit of skin he could reach while he told Jacob things he never thought any man would say to him. “You’re so sweet. I could spend a week just kissing you. You’re so beautiful. You’re doing so well. I can feel you opening up for me. You’re so hot inside. It’s driving me crazy.”
His words were driving Jacob crazy, so much so that Connolly was fully seated inside him before Jacob even registered the feeling of fullness. Connolly pulled back just a bit before rolling his hips forward. “Do that again,” Jacob said, sounding awed.
Connolly complied, mouth finding Jacob’s as he began to move inside him. It was a foreign feeling, the feeling of being taken. What started out as just the smallest contraction of movements was quickly turning into long driving thrusts that had Jacob craving more. No matter how deep Connolly went, it just never seemed enough to quell the fire burning in his belly.
“Harder,” Jacob begged, too far gone to be embarrassed, rising up to meet each sharp snap of Connolly’s hips.
Connolly gripped Jacob’s knees, practically bending him in half to give him what he needed. The change in angle had every thrust glancing off that tiny bundle of nerves until Jacob couldn’t help the words flowing past his lips. “Oh, God. Oh, wow. Oh… Oh, fuck.”
As soon as the word slipped past his lips, Connolly growled, “Touch yourself. I want to feel you come with me inside you. Show me how you touch yourself when you’re all alone.”
Jacob moaned, but he was already licking his palm, wrapping it around his cock, working himself in time with Connolly’s thrusts. He may have just come, but he was already close to falling over the edge again. Everything about this was turning him on, the sounds of their heavy panting breaths, the slap of skin on skin, the sweat dripping from Connolly’s forehead into Jacob’s open mouth. His second orgasm was just as much of a surprise as the first, and he couldn’t stop the low wail that fell from his lips as his body seized again, every muscle rolling with pleasure as he spilled over his fist for the second time that night.
Connolly ran his fingers through the mess on Jacob’s belly, pushing two fingers into his mouth.
Jacob sucked them eagerly, as turned on by the action as he was by the raw primal hunger in Connolly’s gaze as he watched him. Each thrust sent another wave of pleasure through him that was just this side of too much, but it didn’t matter. Three more thrusts and Connolly gave a hoarse shout, his hips falling out of rhythm before he emptied himself inside Jacob and collapsed on top of him.
Jacob laid there, staring at the ceiling, catching his breath, content with the heavy weight of Connolly on top of him. “I know I’ve never done this before, but that was pretty amazing, right?”
Connolly went up on his forearms to look at Jacob. “That was beyond amazing. You were beyond amazing.”
Jacob gave a dopey smile. “When can we do it again?”
Connolly laughed. “I’m an old man. Give me time to recover.”
“We don’t have time. There’s an expiration date on our marriage,” Jacob reminded him.
Connolly gave him a funny look.
“What?” Jacob asked.
“It doesn’t have to have an expiration date.”
Jacob’s heart started to pound once more. “Our marriage?”
Connolly smiled down at Jacob. “Yeah. There’s nothing that says we have to get divorced.”
Jacob bit his bottom lip. Did he even dare to dream that somebody like him and somebody like Connolly could be a forever kind of thing? “So, what? We’d just stay married? What if we end up hating each other?”
Connolly pushed Jacob’s sweat-damp hair from his forehead. “I can’t imagine ever hating you.”
“I can’t imagine ever hating you either. But can you see yourself loving me?”
“Without a doubt,” Connolly said without hesitation. “Honestly, I don’t know how the whole world doesn’t love you.”
“I don’t have a job,” Jacob said. “And I snore. And I sometimes sleepwalk in the middle of the night and make peanut butter sandwiches and leave the knife in the peanut butter.”
