Liam’s body strained around the intrusion. He met Jacob’s blue eyes and the discomfort dissolved under that stare. Whatever wall Jacob had built was gone, his world narrowed to Liam alone.
“Jacob—please—” he begged, voice rough with need.
Jacob started moving in long, slow strokes. One shift hit that spot inside him and Liam cried out, body bowing off the bed. His mind went white. It was too much and not enough, a wave that swallowed everything else. Jacob’s rhythm changed, harder, deeper, pulling sound after sound from Liam.
His hand tightened on Liam’s throat. “You take me so fucking well,” he growled.
Liam moaned, head thrown back, cock dripping between them. He cried out every time Jacob bottomed out. He caught Liam’s thighs, pushing them higher and wider until his knees hooked over Jacob’s shoulders. The stretch was obscene but perfect, every thrust punching the breath out of him.
Liam couldn’t hold back, the pleasure building too fast. When Jacob’s hand wrapped around his aching cock, it was over. Liam came hard, everything in him seizing up as the force shook through him. His voice broke on Jacob’s name before he collapsed in a boneless heap.
Jacob drove in deep, once, twice, before throwing his head back and spilling inside him with a groan that seemed torn from his chest.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Their breaths tangled in the thick air between them, heavy with everything that had been building for too long. Neither spoke; there was nothing left to say.
They’d crossed another line, and there was no going back.
Chapter 27
Jacob
He didn’t want to move.
Liam lay beneath him, still trembling, legs loose and open, chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven bursts. His skin was flushed, his body marked, and he looked gorgeous beyond reason. Jacob was still inside him—anchored in a way that felt like more than just the act.
He shifted onto one elbow and brushed damp hair back from Liam’s forehead. He didn’t speak, just studied him, his thumb tracing the sharp line of a cheekbone. Liam’s skin burned under his touch, still humming with everything that had just passed between them.
“Are you okay?”
Liam’s lashes lifted slowly. “Yeah. I think so.”
Jacob nodded once, then gently eased out of him. Liam gasped, the sudden emptiness ripping a shudder from him. Jacob closed his eyes briefly, fighting the urge to sink into him again and stay buried deep inside.
He disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a wet towel. He cleaned them both in silence, fabric sliding over flushed skin, careful over tender places. He tossed the towel aside and lay down next to him.
For a while, the room was nothing but the hum of the AC and the gradual slowing of their breaths. Liam stared at the ceiling, hand curled loosely over his stomach.
“Say something,” Jacob said. “I’m not used to you being this quiet.”
Liam glanced over, the corner of his mouth twitching. “You might’ve fucked the words right out of me.”
Jacob huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Guess I did.” The edge of a smile tugged at his mouth, the tension in the room easing. “I still want to know what’s going on in that head of yours.”
There was a beat of hesitation before Liam responded. “I didn’t know it could feel like this. I’ve never—”
“You’ve never what?”
Liam’s gaze flickered before he spoke again. “Given myself over like that. All the way. Like I didn’t exist outside of it.”
The quiet stretched between them. Jacob studied him—the flush still on his cheeks, the lingering tension in his body, the raw honesty in his voice. “The way you respond to me…” He shook his head slightly. “You were fucking perfect.”
Liam held his eyes for a long moment before asking, barely above a whisper, “Have you ever been with a man before?”
“No.”
Liam nodded slowly, as if that landed heavier than he’d expected. “Me neither.”
Jacob’s voice stayed low. “I figured. Does it fuck with your head?”
