Liam tilted his head. “Problem?”
Jacob’s jaw worked. “I need you more than I should, but if I touch you like this… I won’t be careful. I’ll take everything—every last bit of you—until there’s nothing left for anyone else.”
Liam didn’t flinch. "That doesn’t scare me, Jacob.”
Control hung by a thread. “No. Not like this. If I touch you now, I won’t know how to hold back enough to give you what you need.”
Liam’s gaze stayed steady. “You don’t need to hold back. I trust you.”
The words landed heavy in his chest, pressing straight against the wound inside him. He knew he shouldn’t. He was wound too tight, every nerve scraped raw from the second they’d hit the city line. But God, he needed it. He needed Liam under him. To bury himself so deep there wasn’t room for anything else.
Jacob’s voice came rough. “Red, yellow, green?”
“And three taps if I can’t speak,” Liam answered without missing a beat. Like it was nothing. Like he hadn’t just handed Jacob the keys to his body and said: go ahead, break something.
Jacob’s throat tightened. “You done this before?”
“No.”
“Then why now?”
Liam stepped close, breath warm against his mouth. “Because you need me, and I don’t think there’s anything with you I won’t like.”
That almost undid him. Normally, when the storm rose in his chest, he shut everyone out. In those moments, touch suffocated him and company felt unbearable. He always rode it out alone. Liam overturned that instinct completely; with him, the opposite was true. He wanted to claim, to mark, to fuck until the ghosts of his past went silent and the rage in his blood burned itself clean. To ruin him a little, and be healed in return.
He closed the distance. “You sure?”
"I’m all yours."
The sheer trust in his surrender lit a fire in Jacob’s veins. It left his blood roaring with the need to claim what had just been handed to him.
The kiss landed hard, stealing air, but Liam met it with equal heat. Jacob’s teeth caught on his lip, sharp enough to make him jolt. “Clothes,” he growled. “Off.”
Liam obeyed without pause. No teasing. No hesitation. Just bare skin, flushed and waiting.
Jacob tore off his shirt and shoved his jeans and briefs down, quickly kicking them aside. His cock was already heavy and aching as he grabbed the lube from his bag and tossed it onto the bed.
Liam looked at him like a fucking offering, and Jacob wanted to worship and ruin him in equal measure.
“Get down on your knees.”
Liam dropped.
Jacob stepped forward, one hand threading into Liam’s hair, the other stroking himself once before pressing the head of his cock to Liam’s waiting lips. He paused, holding there—anticipation hanging between them. “Three taps and I stop. Understand?”
“Yes,” Liam breathed.
Jacob searched his face, finding flushed cheeks, hungry eyes, and the kind of trust that undid him.God help him.
When Liam nodded, he pushed in deep. He set a rough rhythm, hips rolling, his grip tightening in Liam’s hair as he fucked his throat. Liam gagged, but Jacob didn’t relent. Instead, he thrust deeper, wet sounds filling the air. Spit dribbled down Liam’s chin as Jacob drove into his mouth with relentless, claiming strokes. His throat flexed and struggled around him, eyes shimmering as the first tears gathered.
Liam took it all—every brutal inch. Jacob watched him with something close to reverence. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re being so good to me.”
He fucked Liam’s throat like he owned it. Liam couldn’t stop whimpering, hips twitching helplessly as his cock dripped between his legs. His flushed face was streaked with tears, and the desperate sounds he made only drove Jacob wilder. He had never seen anything so devastatingly beautiful.
He only stopped when his control was hanging by a goddamn thread. As he pulled out, a string of spit stretched from the head of his cock to Liam’s swollen lips. He reached down, rubbing his thumb across that slick mouth.
“So fucking perfect,” he gritted out. “Now get on the bed. Ass up.”
