“Don’t need no sweet-talking.”
“What do you need?”
“Orgasm would be nice.”
“Yes?” He shifted the thigh between Beckett’s legs. The pressure was too hard and too much of a warning to be pleasurable.
He liked it anyway.
“How do you want it?” Jack said.
“My dick in you.” Worth putting it out there. He could have changed his mind since they discussed it in the library.
“No.” Jack shook his head.
Ah, well. He’d tried.
“My dick in you?” Jack said.
Beckett gave a short laugh. “Nah.”
“How about this then?” Jack resettled himself between Beckett’s spread legs and wrapped a hand around both of them. As far as he could, anyway. Neither of them were small.
Beckett huffed.
It was odd. It wasodd.
Jack gave them a long slow pull and Beckett groaned. “Have you been with an alpha before?” Jack asked.
“What?Yes!”
“Not used to being on your back, then?”
“No.” Not used to being in a bed, either.
Jack stared at him for a moment. “All right.” He let go of their cocks and rolled Beckett, dragging him over on top. “You can get used to it another day. We can start here.”
Beckett moved against him in one quick, hard thrust.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Jack demanded.
It really wasn’t. And, Beckett thought smugly, he proved it, fucking hard against Jack as Jack thrust back up against him.
They were both gasping by the time he tipped his weight onto one elbow, stuffed a hand between them, and grabbed both their cocks. He worked them as best he could while they were both humping each other for all they were worth. As for Jack, he didhis part by shoving his tongue into Beckett’s mouth and kissing the breath clean out of him.
There was nothing left in the world but that beautiful, erotic slide in his body, against his body. Beckett’s growls pitched higher and faster. He tore his mouth away, just to get enough air in.
Jack started talking then, his voice rough and low. Beckett didn’t hear a word of it. Probably more compliments or some such nonsense, going on the tone. He liked it, though. You wouldn’t think it, but he liked it.
Liked knowing that he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t believe how good this was, how easy, how perfect, how?—
Jack bit his lip, hard, and came beneath him.
His release ripped Beckett clean over the edge with him, and he fell.
When he woke,he did it slowly and with the languid satisfaction that typically weighted his limbs after coming spectacularly hard.
He smiled dreamily. His entire body was still so sensitised that the sheet beneath him and the cover draped over his legs felt as light and soft as silk.
