I force myself to pause, breathing hard, staring down at him, trying to burn this image into my brain: Jacob spread beneath me, flushed and wrecked and turned the fuck on, hands still gripping my legs like he’s afraid I might disappear.
And for once, instead of rushing to the next thing, instead of letting instinct bulldoze everything in its path, I just sit there for a second and take him in because something tells me this moment is about to change a whole lot of shit, and I don’t want to forget a single second of it.
"Tell me what you want,” I say, my voice coming out rougher than intended as I lean down to press a slow kiss to the corner of his jaw.
Jacob's hands flex on my thighs, his throat working as he swallows. For a moment he doesn't answer, and I wonder if I've pushed too hard or asked for too much.
"You,” Jacob finally breathes out, reaching up to cup the back of my neck and pull me down for another kiss that feels less frantic and more deliberate.
I let my hands wander lower, fingers finding the button of his wait and working his sweats down his hips slowly. He lifts up to help and I swear to god my cock throbs with joy.
I smirk as I watch his reaction as my knuckles graze the hard length straining against his boxers. Jacob's breath hitches and his fingers dig into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. When I hook my thumbs into the waistband of his boxers underwear, he lifts his hips again, letting me pull them down and off completely.
"Fuck, look at you,” I whisper, staring down at his body. His cock is thick and heavy and so fucking hard.
There's precum at the tip and I want...fuck I want to taste it.
I shift down his body, settling between his thighs as my palms smooth up the insides of his legs. Jacob props himself up on his elbows to watch me, his breathing already ragged.
I press a kiss to his hip bone, then the crease where thigh meets groin, taking my time despite the urgency coursing through my veins.
When I finally drag my tongue along the underside of his shaft, Jacob's hips jerk and he lets out a shaky curse. I do it again, slower this time, savoring the salt of his skin and the way his muscles tremble beneath my hands.
The head of his cock is flushed and leaking, and I lap at the bead of moisture there, earning a broken moan that goes straight to my own aching dick.
"Oh...oh fuck,” Jacob moans, like actually moans and it might be the hottest thing I have ever hear.
He reaches down and grips my hair before pulling me back up his body. I can feel his hard length through my sweats.
"Need these off,” Jacob mutters against my mouth, his fingers already tugging at the waistband of my sweats.
I chuckle as I help him, kicking them away along with my boxers until there's nothing between us.
The first slide of his cock against mine pulls a gasp from both of us, the friction hot and perfect.
I rock my hips forward experimentally, and the sensation of our lengths sliding together makes my vision blur at the edges.
Jacob's head falls back against the pillow, exposing the long line of his throat, and I can't resist leaning down to bite gently at the pulse point there. His hands grip my ass, guiding my movements as we find a rhythm together.
"Hold on,” Jacob murmurs, breaking the kiss. I watch as he takes his hand and spits into it before reaching between us.
Jacob wraps his slick palm around both of us, and the feeling of being held together like this steals the air from my lungs. Ithrust into his fist instinctively, and he matches my movement, creating a rhythm that has us both panting.
His free hand slides up my back, nails scraping lightly against my shoulder blades as he watches my face with an intensity that feels like being seen for the first time.
I capture his mouth again, swallowing the sounds he makes as our tongues move together with the same rhythm as our hips. The kiss turns messy and desperate, all pretense of control slipping away as pleasure builds at the base of my spine.
Jacob tightens his grip around us and I break away to gasp against his lips, unable to do anything but feel.
"Jacob,” I breathe out, the word sounding like a prayer or a confession against his swollen lips.
His eyes snap open at hearing his name, pupils wide and dark. He responds by kissing me harder, thumb swiping over the sensitive head of my cock in a way that makes my thighs shake.
"Are you going to come for me, Griff?” He says in a husky voice and my cock throbs so hard I think I'll lose it then and there. No one has ever said my name like that before.
I nod because words are impossible right now, grinding down harder into the circle of his fist. Jacob's other hand slides into my hair, holding me in place so he can watch every expression that crosses my face.
“I’m close too,” Jacob admits, his voice strained as his rhythm falters.
