Jacob’s hand buried in his hair. “That’s it,” he ground out.
Gagging, Liam tried to take him deeper, pulling back for a desperate gasp of air before sinking down again. He was chasing the ragged sounds escaping Jacob’s mouth. That need more vital than the air filling his lungs. His lips were stretched wide and his jaw ached, but the noises Jacob made shot straight through him, all blurring into a single pulse of want.
“Jesus—fuck—” Jacob’s hips jerked forward again. Liam choked but stayed there, lost in the ache of giving himself over. Helovedit. Loved being used by him. Loved being wanted like this.
“Wait—enough.” Jacob pulled him off, thumb gently brushing Liam’s wet lower lip. His eyes were wild, lit with the kind of hunger that promised to consume him whole. “If you keep going, I’ll come down your throat. Get on the bed. Now.”
Liam climbed onto the mattress and sprawled back, his legs falling open as his body begged for more.
Jacob crawled over him, kissing like a man unhinged. Liam cried out as their cocks rubbed together, his own leaking against his stomach.
“Last chance,” Jacob murmured, low and dangerous against his mouth. “Say it.”
“Yes,” Liam breathed, the word pulled from somewhere deep. “Please.”
There was no space left for second thoughts—lust had taken over, simple and absolute.
Jacob’s response was little more than a growl, raw and edged with need. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lube, coating his fingers before moving between Liam’s thighs.
He circled his hole, slow and careful. Liam’s breath stuttered. No one had ever touched him there, and for a second, his whole body tensed. Then he looked up and met Jacob’s eyes. What he saw there wasn’t just need; it was a hunger that bordered on worship. The intensity of it held him in place and made the nerves burn into something else.
Jacob kept teasing him until Liam’s hips twitched. When he breached him with a single finger, Liam’s head fell back on the pillow, a string of curses spilling from his lips.
Jacob's finger moved slowly, sliding in and out with a rhythm that claimed Liam's attention entirely. The pressure was strange and foreign, blurring the line between discomfort and pleasure. Then Jacob’s finger curved slightly and hit something that had Liam jolting.
“Shiiiit…” His whole body arched off the bed.
“There?” Jacob’s eyes burned into him.
Liam’s breath stuttered. “Yeah.”
Jacob didn't look away, his gaze pinning Liam to the mattress. He barely spoke, only whispering low, guttural encouragements. The touch of his free hand burned like a brand, mapping every inch he could reach before settling his palm on the thick base of Liam’s cock.
Liam kept squirming, unable to stay still beneath the rush of sensation.
The second finger stretched him wider, but the moment the third tried to slide in, the muscles around his entrance spasmed, locking down against the intrusion. A choked curse ripped from his throat as he twisted his hands into the tangled sheets.
Jacob’s voice was a low command in his ear. “Breathe. You’re doing so fucking good, baby.”
The praise hit deeper than the stretch of Jacob’s fingers, unraveling him from the inside out. He couldn’t speak; could barely breathe. Instead, he pushed down, his hips sinking until Jacob's fingers were buried inside.
Fuck. How could something feel this overwhelming and still be perfect?
When Jacob finally pulled his fingers free, Liam whined at the loss, clenching around nothing.
Jacob froze, and for a second Liam didn’t understand why—until he muttered, “Shit. We don’t have a condom.”
The words barely registered past the rush in Liam’s head. “Don’t care,” he heard himself say. “Just fuck me.”
Jacob’s gaze locked on him, searching. “I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone but my wife.”
Liam swallowed, pulse hammering. “Same,” he said, his voice catching.
He watched Jacob slick himself, every stroke winding the tension tighter. Then Jacob was there, the plump head of his cock pressing in, the stretch slow and steady until Liam felt close to breaking. Jacob’s hand found his throat, thumb stroking lazily. “Breathe. Let me in.”
Inch by inch, Jacob filled him as Liam’s hands fisted the sheets. He was shaking and moaning nonstop. When Jacob bottomed out, the world narrowed to the thrum of his pulse and the feeling of being completely and utterly filled. His legswrapped tight around Jacob’s waist, ankles locking, needing the closeness.
“You feel perfect,” Jacob rasped.
