Chapter 26 #2
Liam obeyed, helpless to resist. He started out tentative, his tongue flicking over the head, tasting of salt and heat.
Then deeper, taking more, guided by instinct and need.
He wasn't thinking anymore, surrendering completely to the rush.
His body responded in ways he hadn't expected, pre-cum dripping from his cock onto the carpet.
Jacob’s hand buried in his hair. “That’s it,” he ground out.
Gagging, Liam tried to take him deeper, pulling back for a desperate gasp of air before sinking down again.
He was chasing the ragged sounds escaping Jacob’s mouth.
That need more vital than the air filling his lungs.
His lips were stretched wide and his jaw ached, but the noises Jacob made shot straight through him, all blurring into a single pulse of want.
“Jesus—fuck—” Jacob’s hips jerked forward again. Liam choked but stayed there, lost in the ache of giving himself over. He loved it. Loved being used by him. Loved being wanted like this.
“Wait—enough.” Jacob pulled him off, thumb gently brushing Liam’s wet lower lip. His eyes were wild, lit with the kind of hunger that promised to consume him whole. “If you keep going, I’ll come down your throat. Get on the bed. Now.”
Liam climbed onto the mattress and sprawled back, his legs falling open as his body begged for more.
Jacob crawled over him, kissing like a man unhinged. Liam cried out as their cocks rubbed together, his own leaking against his stomach.
“Last chance,” Jacob murmured, low and dangerous against his mouth. “Say it.”
“Yes,” Liam breathed, the word pulled from somewhere deep. “Please.”
There was no space left for second thoughts—lust had taken over, simple and absolute.
Jacob’s response was little more than a growl, raw and edged with need. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lube, coating his fingers before moving between Liam’s thighs.
He circled his hole, slow and careful. Liam’s breath stuttered.
No one had ever touched him there, and for a second, his whole body tensed.
Then he looked up and met Jacob’s eyes. What he saw there wasn’t just need; it was a hunger that bordered on worship.
The intensity of it held him in place and made the nerves burn into something else.
Jacob kept teasing him until Liam’s hips twitched. When he breached him with a single finger, Liam’s head fell back on the pillow, a string of curses spilling from his lips.
Jacob's finger moved slowly, sliding in and out with a rhythm that claimed Liam's attention entirely. The pressure was strange and foreign, blurring the line between discomfort and pleasure. Then Jacob’s finger curved slightly and hit something that had Liam jolting.
“Shiiiit…” His whole body arched off the bed.
“There?” Jacob’s eyes burned into him.
Liam’s breath stuttered. “Yeah.”
Jacob didn't look away, his gaze pinning Liam to the mattress. He barely spoke, only whispering low, guttural encouragements. The touch of his free hand burned like a brand, mapping every inch he could reach before settling his palm on the thick base of Liam’s cock.
Liam kept squirming, unable to stay still beneath the rush of sensation.
The second finger stretched him wider, but the moment the third tried to slide in, the muscles around his entrance spasmed, locking down against the intrusion. A choked curse ripped from his throat as he twisted his hands into the tangled sheets.
Jacob’s voice was a low command in his ear. “Breathe. You’re doing so fucking good, baby.”
The praise hit deeper than the stretch of Jacob’s fingers, unraveling him from the inside out. He couldn’t speak; could barely breathe. Instead, he pushed down, his hips sinking until Jacob's fingers were buried inside.
Fuck. How could something feel this overwhelming and still be perfect?
When Jacob finally pulled his fingers free, Liam whined at the loss, clenching around nothing.
Jacob froze, and for a second Liam didn’t understand why—until he muttered, “Shit. We don’t have a condom.”
The words barely registered past the rush in Liam’s head. “Don’t care,” he heard himself say. “Just fuck me.”
Jacob’s gaze locked on him, searching. “I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone but my wife.”
Liam swallowed, pulse hammering. “Same,” he said, his voice catching.
He watched Jacob slick himself, every stroke winding the tension tighter. Then Jacob was there, the plump head of his cock pressing in, the stretch slow and steady until Liam felt close to breaking. Jacob’s hand found his throat, thumb stroking lazily. “Breathe. Let me in.”
Inch by inch, Jacob filled him as Liam’s hands fisted the sheets.
He was shaking and moaning nonstop. When Jacob bottomed out, the world narrowed to the thrum of his pulse and the feeling of being completely and utterly filled.
His legs wrapped tight around Jacob’s waist, ankles locking, needing the closeness.
“You feel perfect,” Jacob rasped.
Liam’s body strained around the intrusion. He met Jacob’s blue eyes and the discomfort dissolved under that stare. Whatever wall Jacob had built was gone, his world narrowed to Liam alone.
“Jacob—please—” he begged, voice rough with need.
Jacob started moving in long, slow strokes. One shift hit that spot inside him and Liam cried out, body bowing off the bed. His mind went white. It was too much and not enough, a wave that swallowed everything else. Jacob’s rhythm changed, harder, deeper, pulling sound after sound from Liam.
His hand tightened on Liam’s throat. “You take me so fucking well,” he growled.
Liam moaned, head thrown back, cock dripping between them. He cried out every time Jacob bottomed out. He caught Liam’s thighs, pushing them higher and wider until his knees hooked over Jacob’s shoulders. The stretch was obscene but perfect, every thrust punching the breath out of him.
Liam couldn’t hold back, the pleasure building too fast. When Jacob’s hand wrapped around his aching cock, it was over. Liam came hard, everything in him seizing up as the force shook through him. His voice broke on Jacob’s name before he collapsed in a boneless heap.
Jacob drove in deep, once, twice, before throwing his head back and spilling inside him with a groan that seemed torn from his chest.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Their breaths tangled in the thick air between them, heavy with everything that had been building for too long. Neither spoke; there was nothing left to say.
They’d crossed another line, and there was no going back.