Jacob’s cock was so hard it hurt under his jeans. He pressed against Simon’s hip, and the pressure made pleasure throb through his gut. Anticipation clenched his ass and up his spine to the back of his skull.
After a second, Simon took his hand, shifted it to his cock, and wrapped both their fingers around the hard shaft. He set the pace and pumped Jacob’s hand along his cock in quick, hard jolts. Jacob rested his chin on Simon’s good shoulder, caught between the sweaty eroticism of watching—the head of Simon’s cock was wet and eager in the moonlight—and the need to just fuck.
When lust won the toss, Jacob turned his head to wet open-mouthed kisses and bruises against the stubbled skin under his jaw. He felt the reaction in the sudden tightness under his mouth as Simon gritted his teeth and his tendons tightened all down his throat.
Jacob smirked, and his lips slid over his spit-wet skin. Every time. Simon was a slut for hickeys. If his boxers hadn’t already been down around his thighs, Jacob could have gotten them there with a bite. He scraped his teeth along the clenched ridge of Simon’s jaw and dragged a growl out of him. It was enough. Simon twisted around, grabbed Jacob’s wrists in his hands, and shoved him backward to the bed. Onto the bed in a smirking sprawl.
The sheets were just as nice as he remembered. He stretched out on the cold, crisp cotton and hung his legs over the edge of the mattress as his bare feet touched the floor while Simon kicked his boxers off.
“You pick them up, and I get to go on top,” Jacob said.
Simon snorted but left them where they lay. He grabbed the waistband of Jacob’s jeans, his knuckles pressed against his stomach, and pulled until Jacob’s ass hung off the bed and Simon stood between his knees.
“You go where I put you,” he said as he popped the button on Jacob’s jeans. He yanked them down roughly, and the scrape of denim over his erection made Jacob gasp and sweat at the sharp jolt of pleasure and pain. Simon paused for a second and looked down at him with an oddly bitter tilt of his mouth. “For tonight, anyhow.”
Simon grabbed a handful of denim and flipped Jacob over onto his stomach. Jacob sucked in a startled breath at the sudden movement—the sheets smelled of green jasmine and laundry—and the vulnerable swing of his balls between his thighs. He twisted his hands in the sheets and gave in to the petty impulse to wrinkle the cotton.
“Control freak.”
“Liar.”
Fair enough.Before he could come up with a retort, he felt Simon’s hands grip his ass firmly and pull the cheeks apart. His wet tongue against Jacob’s hole made him curse, thefuckstrangled in his throat and muffled as he pressed his head into the mattress.
Simon’s tongue circled the pucker of his hole and then pushed against the raised thread of his taint. Pleasure jerked Jacob’s hip forward, and his cock rubbed against the mattress, but Simon just followed him.
Slick wetness and the pressure of flexible muscle. The sloppy kiss to the base of his balls. Jacob gasped, twisted his head to the side, pressed his face into the crook of his arm, and swore raggedly against his skin. Okay. So everyone had their thing they were a slut for. Point made.
It was weird having someone pick up his kinks, though. Reading people was usually his thing. He supposed that was what happened when you hooked up with someone for longer than a couple of weeks in New York. The mystery in the relationship just up and died.
He rocked his hips, his aching cock slid over the expensive sheets, and his legs felt like weighted spaghetti. By the time Simon was done with him, he was sodden with sweat and frustration. He couldn’t have moved even if he wanted to when Simon braced his arm on the bed, the mattress pitched under his weight, and he stretched his long body up the bed to grab the lube from the bedside table.
Jacob straightened his legs and lifted his ass into the air. The long muscles in his thighs trembled down to his knees and nearly buckled when Simon slid a gel-slippery finger into his ass. He pushed back, wantingmore, and groaned when Simon obliged with three fingers. It didn’t hurt, but he could feel the stretch of it in his ass and the promise of more. Then they were gone and he whined in protest.
“Say you want me to fuck you,” Simon told him.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Just say it.”
Simple enough, but Jacob still hesitated. He wasn’t even sure why. The words caught in his throat like they were shy. He rolled over onto his back and kicked his jeans the rest of the way down to his ankles. Simon rolled a condom onto his cock while he waited for an answer. Jacob was pretty sure he was going to get fucked whether he said it or not. He just didn’t know why he didn’t want to say it.
“I want you,” Jacob finally got out. He was pretty sure the “fuck me” had been there when the thought started in his head, but somehow it didn’t make it all the way to his tongue. It felt awkward for a second. Then he let it go and grabbed Simon’s hand to pull him down onto the bed. The long, warm heat of Simon’s body sprawled on top of Jacob, heavily enough to pin him in place. Jacob reached up, buried his fingers in Simon’s hair, and used the handhold to pull him down for a kiss. He mouthed the challenge against Simon’s lips. “So get on with it already.”
“And I’m the control freak?” Simon asked as he ran his hand down Jacob’s back and over his ass. His fingers gripped the lean muscles of Jacob’s thigh.
“Mmmm-hmmm,” Jacob agreed.
Simon rolled them both over so he was splayed out on the sheets and Jacob straddled his hips. His hands on Jacob’s thighs, sliding up to his ass, got him into position over Simon’s cock. Jacob bit the inside of his lip as he reached back to grab it and felt the pulse against his fingers as he lowered himself down onto it.
He exhaled raggedly as he felt the cock fill him up. The pressure of it was just close enough to pain to make the pleasure sweeter. Sweat trickled down his stomach and itched in his abs as Simon tightened his grip on his hips to hold Jacob in place.
That was how it worked. Jacob might be on top, but Simon was still in. He set the pace. He directed the action. Of course he did that even when it was Jacob fucking him. Control freak.
Jacob arched his back and braced his weight on Simon’s thighs instead of risking the chill-red shoulder, with its scatter of scars, as Simon pushed up into him with slow, steady thrusts. The head of his cock bumped Jacob’s prostate with every other push and jolted slaps of pleasure up Jacob’s spine.
Jacob kept one hand braced on Simon’s thigh for balance, and the muscles flexed against his fingers as he grabbed his cock with the other. He dragged his hand in an impatient rhythm, squeezed at the base, and swept his thumb over the slick head on the upstroke.
His balls felt hot and heavy between his thighs and tight with the need to come.
