Jacob's gaze is unflinching, his earlier playfulness gone, replaced by a hunger that was almost palpable through the screen. Jacob shifts the angle of his phone, the light catching the new expanse of skin he revealed, his movements fast and jerky. A shaky exhale was his only answer for a moment.
“You see?” he finally manages.
“Yeah,” I breathe out, my own movements becoming more urgent, more visible. “I see everything. Are you going to cum for me? Are you going to stroke yourself to the idea of my fingers inside of you.”
A shudder runs through Jacob's frame, visible even on the pixelated screen. A low, guttural sound escaping his throat.
“I’m trying,” he admits, his voice raw. "But my hand isn't as rough as yours.”
I groan so loud I’m sure that Mack is going to storm back in but I couldn’t fucking care less at this point. “Pretend it’s me. Pretend it’s my throat that is strangling that beautiful dick. Fuck,I can’t wait to taste you again. I want more. I want to taste you…kiss you…I want to fuck you.”
That simple confession seems to ignite him. On screen, Jacob is gasping and moaning so loud it goes straight to my fucking balls.
“I’m close,” he warns, the confession torn from him. “Just from your voice. From picturing it."
“Don't you dare stop,” I command. “Show me what happens when you finally let go. I need to hear it.”
“I want you to swallow every bit of me,” Jacob gasps out, the fantasy cresting into something almost painfully real. “You wouldn't waste a drop. You'd look up at me after, and your lips would be slick, and I'd see how much you wanted it.”
“Fuck yes,” I groan out, eyes glued to him as he works himself higher. “Cum down my throat so that you can taste yourself on my lips after. I want my fingers massaging your sweet spot the entire fucking time. You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?”
A raw, broken sound tears from Jacob's throat.
“Yes,” he hisses, the word ragged. “God, Griff, please. I want you here. I want you to suck my cock while you get my hole ready. I want your cock so deep inside me that when you cum it fucking paints me.”
The sound of my name on Jacob's lips, twisted with such desperate want, is the final undoing. A sharp needy cry escapes my lips as my cock jerks and throbs, white cum streaming out of me and all over the inside of the sweats.
Jacob’s moans join my own and I watch as he comes with his eyes scrunched up in pleasure, mouth gaping wide open on a near silent scream.
For a long moment, there is only the sound of our harsh breathing in the room through the phones. My limbs feel like fucking jelly and my heart is hammering away in my chest.
On the screen, Jacob's body finally stills, a deep, shuddering sigh escaping him as he slowly opens his eyes. A slow, dazed smile touches his lips.
“Hey,” he says, his voice a wrecked, affectionate rumble.
A low breathless chuckle escapes me and I smirk at him, “Hey yourself.”
27
Jacob
I feellike I’m walking on a fucking cloud. I know that sounds silly as shit, but it’s true, okay?
Everything’s been going stupidly smooth lately and for once, I feel… happy. Like actually happy. Griff and I talk and text and flirt and there’s just something about it that feels different. It honestly feels like it means something.
Not that my whole damn life revolves around this weird-ass situationship, alright?
Hughie and I aren’t at each other’s throats, my classes are basically speedrunning themselves with straight A’s, and training’s been chill. I love working with the hockey team. It’s my absolute dream job, even if Lauren is still hitting on them fucking constantly.
So yeah, I’m just out here floating around with this dumbass smile on my face. Which is probably why, when an arm snakes around my waist and a hand clamps down on my mouth out of nowhere, I don’t immediately go apeshit.
Nope. Instead I let out this pathetic muffled scream and trip straight into whoever’s kidnapping me into a goddamn supply closet.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
The second the door clicks shut and they let me go, I whirl around ready to fucking pounce only to see it’s fucking Griffin.
He’s grinning like an idiot. And then he laughs. Like full chest laugh.
