That confession undoes me completely. I reach down to cover his hand with mine, tightening our combined grip as we stroke together. The added pressure has him cursing, his free hand clutching at my back. Our foreheads press together, breath mingling as we chase the edge.
I twist my wrist on the upstroke, thumb pressing just beneath the head of his cock in a way that makes his whole body go rigid.
Jacob comes with a choked gasp, spilling hot between us, and the sight of him losing control pushes me past the point of return. My orgasm hits like a wave, pleasure rolling through me in pulses as I empty myself over his fist and stomach.
We collapse together in this tangled, uncoordinated heap of limbs.
Jacob’s heartbeat is pounding against my chest where we’re pressed skin to skin, fast and frantic at first like he just ran a mile, and I’m painfully aware that it’s because of me, because of what we just did, because I showed up at his door with zero impulse control and a whole lot of unresolved bullshit.
Slowly, though, his breathing evens out, his pulse settling into something steadier and calmer. He’s not pulling away, not scrambling for space, not regretting this in the way I’ve been terrified he would.
His fingers drag absent, lazy patterns along my spine, not sexual exactly, just intimate. I nuzzle into the crook of his neck like this is where I’m supposed to be, like this is normal, like I haven’t completely detonated my life in the last ten minutes.
Jacob clears his throat, and I feel the nerves in it, the tension he’s trying and failing to hide, before he whispers, barely audible, “We should talk.”
Fuck.
Yeah. We should.
I came here to apologize. To be mature. To take responsibility like a functional adult human being. Instead, I kissed him, lost my goddamn mind, and very literally lost control of myself in a way I am not going to unpack tonight without spiraling.
This is not what I planned.
And still… I don’t regret it. Not even a little.
“Tomorrow,” I whisper back, voice low and rough and then I lift my head just enough to kiss him slowly this time.
He lets out this soft little sound, barely a moan, and it sends a stupid, satisfied smile spreading across my face because fuck, he’s…wow.
“Come here,” I murmur, opening my arms and shifting up the bed.
He hesitates for just for a second and that pause makes my chest tighten because I know this is the moment he could pull back, draw a line, decide this was too much.
But then he moves.
He crawls up the bed and settles against me, laying his head on my chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I wrap my arms around him without thinking, holding him there, feeling the warmth of him, the weight of him, the reality of him, and for the first time in what feels like weeks, my brain shuts the fuck up.
19
Jacob
I wakeup to a hard hot body pressed against my back. Theres a dick pressed against my ass and I shift back, moaning at the feel of the velvety steel against me.
It takes a second to remember that it’s fucking Griffin but I can’t stop myself.
His arm tightens around my middle and I worry that he’s gonna run out of here full of regret but he slowly grinds himself against me.
I reach back blindly, my hand finding his hip and pulling him closer to me.
Griffin makes a low sound in his throat, his cock sliding more insistently between my cheeks as his hips roll forward again. His lips find the back of my neck, kissing there with a tenderness that contradicts the hardness pressed against me.
I turn in his arms, using my weight to push him onto his back so I can straddle his thighs.
Griffin blinks up at me, sleep still clouding his eyes, but his hands immediately settle on my hips like they belong there. Morning light cuts across his face, highlighting the flush spreading down his neck and chest.
His cock juts up between us, thick and demanding, and I can't help reaching down to wrap my fingers around it.
