21. An Excellent Use of County Resources #2
Jay’s smile disappeared beneath something more intent. “Don’t you dare.”
That did nothing useful for Harris’s concentration.
He poured lube onto his fingers and warmed it briefly between them. Then he pressed one slick fingertip against Jay.
Jay inhaled sharply.
Harris stopped. “All right?”
“Yeah. Keep going.”
Harris did. Slowly, but not timidly. He watched Jay’s face as he pressed, trying to understand what he was feeling and how Jay’s body answered him. More resistance than he expected. Jay tightened around his finger at first, then gradually relaxed.
Harris had expected to be preoccupied with whether he was doing it correctly. Instead, he was almost painfully aware that his finger was inside Jay. The fact itself was erotic enough to make his cock ache.
Jay’s body accepting him. Jay’s thigh warm beneath Harris’s other hand. Jay watching him with dark eyes and trusting Harris to figure this thing out.
He worked his finger a bit deeper, and Jay’s eyes closed. His breathing changed, becoming slower and heavier.
Every response went through Harris. He curled his finger experimentally and Jay’s head tipped back. “Fuck.”
Harris’s pulse kicked. “There?”
“Yeah.” The answer came fast and clear.
Harris did it again. Jay reacted immediately. And god, Harris liked that.
Liked knowing he had caused it. Liked the way Jay’s body shifted toward his hand instead of away. Liked that the man beneath him—this man, who had been getting under Harris’s skin for weeks—was coming apart because Harris had figured out exactly where to touch him.
Jay caught the back of his neck and dragged him into a kiss.
Harris kept moving his hand while Jay kissed him messily, his hips beginning to follow the rhythm.
“More,” Jay said.
Harris added lube and eased in a second finger.
Jay tensed around him. Harris slowed automatically.
“Don’t stop.” Jay pushed carefully against his hand. “Keep going.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
Harris worked both fingers deeper, giving him time to adjust despite the impatience in his voice.
The sight of it nearly undid him.
Jay flushed and breathing hard beneath him, one leg still raised against Harris’s side, his body open around Harris’s hand. Harris could feel every change as Jay relaxed enough to take more.
His own breathing had gone rough without him noticing.
Jay’s thigh tightened against his side. His breath broke when Harris found a different angle.
“Harris.”
The way Jay said his name carried enough information.
Harris curled his fingers again.
Jay’s hand closed hard around his shoulder. “Right there.”
Satisfaction hit Harris so hard it was almost indistinguishable from arousal.
He had found the answer.
He repeated the movement, learning what made Jay’s body press toward his hand instead of away.
“Jesus.” Jay opened his eyes. “You learn annoyingly fast.”
Harris curled his fingers again. Jay swore and pulled him down for another kiss.
For a while, Harris forgot there was supposed to be a next step. He could have just stayed exactly there, watching Jay’s body react to him this way. Making him feel good.
His fingers inside Jay. Jay’s hips moving against his hand. Jay’s mouth hot against his. Every reaction giving Harris another thing to try, another sound he wanted to hear again.
This wasn’t clinical curiosity anymore.
It might not ever have been.
Harris wanted to know Jay this way. Wanted to find every place that made him lose that smart mouth for a few seconds. Wanted the unmistakable proof that Jay liked Harris’s hands on him.
Jay had other ideas. “Hurry up.”
“You’re bossy.”
“I want you.”
Three words stripped the humor out of the room.
Harris’s cock ached against Jay’s thigh.
Jay reached down and wrapped a hand around him, and for several seconds Harris forgot there was anything else he was supposed to be doing.
Jay squeezed. “I want you inside me.” His face was flushed, his pupils dark, his hair spread across the white hotel pillow. The usual humor had disappeared from his expression.
Harris eased his fingers back out and reached for the condom. His slick hands made the wrapper immediately hostile, and after failing at one edge, then the other, he glared at it.
“This packaging is bullshit.”
Jay started laughing.
Harris glared at him, tried again, and finally tore it with his teeth. “Jesus Christ.”
“You do this often?”
Jay was still smiling when Harris caught him firmly by the hip.
“Hands and knees, Navarro.”
The amusement vanished. For one charged second, Jay only looked at him. Then he rolled over and pushed himself onto his hands and knees.
Every useful thought left Harris’s head.
Jay spread his thighs as he settled into position, then looked back over one shoulder. His hair fell across one side of his face.
And his ass—
Christ.
Round, muscular, lifted toward Harris now in a way that made every fantasy he’d had feel laughably inadequate.
Harris put both hands on his hips. The shape of Jay filled his palms. Solid muscle beneath warm skin. Strong thighs braced against the mattress.
Nothing about Jay’s posture was hesitant. He shifted backward until Harris was pressed against him.
Harris’s grip tightened. This was actually happening.
“Tell me if you need me to stop.”
“I will.”
Harris lined himself up and pressed forward.
The first resistance was tighter than he expected.
He stopped immediately. “Jay.”
“I’m fine.”
“That ain’t what I asked.”
Jay looked back at him, breathing harder now. “I want you to keep going.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
Then Jay pushed backward deliberately, taking Harris a little deeper.
“Very fucking sure.”
Harris tightened his grip and moved again, slowly. He slid one hand across the arch of Jay’s lower back and kept the other firmly at his hip, pressing deeper in increments, watching until Jay’s head lowered between his shoulders.
“More,” Jay said.
Harris pushed the rest of the way in.
Jay’s breath left in a rough, fractured sound. “Oh God. Fuck, Harris.”
Harris went completely still.
The sensation was almost too much to separate into parts.
Heat. Pressure. Jay’s body tight around him. The solid line of his back beneath Harris’s palm. His thighs spread between Harris’s knees. Harris’s hands gripping the muscular curve of his hips.
And the unmistakable sight of himself buried inside Jay. Nothing Harris had imagined resembled the reality closely enough to count.
Desire hit him so hard it bordered on disbelief. He had wanted men. He had wanted Jay. But this—
Jay shifted beneath him. “Harris.”
“What?”
“Move.”
The blunt demand sent another pulse of heat through him.
“Could ask nicer.”
“I could.” Jay looked back over his shoulder. “Not going to.”
Harris’s grip tightened on his hips.
Fair enough.
He drew back slowly, still half disbelieving at the sight of them together, then pressed forward again.
Jay’s voice broke on the next breath.
Harris hesitated.
“Don’t.”
Harris frowned. “Don’t what?”
“Stop every time I make a noise.”
“Could mean I’m hurting you.”
“I’ll tell you if you’re hurting me.” Jay looked back over his shoulder, flushed and visibly impatient. “Right now I’m telling you to do that again.”
Harris did.
The sound returned, rougher this time, but Jay pushed backward to meet him.
Harris stopped trying to prepare for every possible problem and listened to the man in front of him.
Jay’s body gave clear answers. He pushed back when he wanted more. His fingers tightened in the bedding when Harris found the right depth. When Harris became too careful, Jay shifted impatiently against his grip.
And every one of those answers fed something in Harris.
The nerves were still there.
They simply no longer stood a chance against how much he wanted this.
“Harder.”
Harris checked his face.
Jay pushed back with enough force to erase the uncertainty.
Christ. He really wanted it like that.
Harris gave him what he asked for.
Jay’s answer broke into a curse.
The force traveled back through Harris’s arms and thighs. Jay was strong beneath him, meeting each movement rather than simply taking it.