Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 82508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Not even a sexy croak, but a very high-pitched, unsure sound.
I push through it. “Told you I’d ace this bottoming thing.”
“Can I move properly yet?”
Fucker. “You’re not allowed to call me on my bullshit when you’re inside me. It’s like, the law.”
Jacobs laughs hard.
“And now you’re laughing. Best sex ever, am I right?”
“Maybe if you shut up and focused, we could get this thing going. Then we can decide if it’s the best sex ever.”
“Me? Shut up? I think you’re forgetting—”
Jacobs attacks my mouth, his tongue pushing its way inside and forcing me to be quiet.
The best way to make me silent.
We’re all groans and grunts, hard body against hard body, and when Jacobs does move again, I’m finally able to relax enough for him to go at a faster pace.
My ass responds to every thrust, contracting and releasing, letting him in deeper and deeper.
And when his big hand grips my thigh and lifts my leg to wrap around his waist, he hits my prostate.
“Oh, shit,” I whisper.
He hits it again.
My feet tingle.
I suddenly can’t catch my breath, and Jacobs picks up pace.
I want to push him away and ask for more at the same time. It feels different but amazing, and I break into a sweat trying to take it all in.
My face burns.
Jacobs runs his finger down my face. “You’re hot when you’re all flushed.”
“I’m always hot.”
Jacobs laughs, sending a ripple through me.
I need more. Or less.
I don’t know what I need. All I know is I want Jacobs to keep going.
I throw my head back, and Jacobs lowers his mouth to suck on my neck.
He trembles above me. His big body is sweaty and heavy, and his damp hair tickles my skin.
“More.” I gasp for air.
“More what?”
“I don’t fucking know.”
He chuckles. “I think I know what you might need.”
Sitting up and leaning back, Jacobs grips my hips and pulls me forward with that superhuman strength he has, pushing his dick into me in one hard thrust.
My breath catches, and I let out a strained moan.
“That’s only the half of it,” Jacobs says, sounding more confident than he ever has.
I think my cockiness is rubbing off on him.
And speaking of rubbing off, Jacobs reaches for my cock, and yes, that’s what I need.
The second his fingers wrap around my dick, everything changes. I’m no longer lost in between pleasure and frustration. I’ve found a world of holy fuck that feels good, and I never want to leave it.
Jacobs’s dick in my ass, filling it completely. His hand on my cock, stroking in earnest.
This is the most intense experience of my life.
Cum hits my stomach before I even realize I’ve been sent over the edge. And then my orgasm hits so hard my vision blurs, and I have to close my eyes to stop the room from spinning.
I grit my teeth, and the sounds slipping out of me are downright pornographic.
Jacobs’s thrusts increase, not letting me catch my breath, but when he stills inside me and grunts his release, my breath is taken away for another reason.
He’s so goddamn beautiful when he comes.
His body slows, his cock pushing past my oversensitive prostate two more times before he collapses completely on top of me.
We stay like that for who knows how long, sweating and breathing all over each other.
When he eventually disengages, I wince, both missing the feeling of him being inside me and thankful for the break.
He stumbles toward the bathroom to ditch the condom but comes right back.
Slipping back into bed, he curls up next to me.
“You could’ve brought me a towel,” I grumble.
He pulls the sheet up that’s pooled at our feet and wipes the cum off my stomach. “There. Fixed.”
I snort.
“And you win.” Jacobs still hasn’t caught his breath. “Power bottom of the year goes to you.”
“I’d like to thank the academy and my agent for this award.” I swallow, my mouth dry. “But, you know, that title is still up for grabs.”
I roll onto my side and run my hand up Jacobs’s thigh to his ass and give his cheek a big firm squeeze.
“Sure. Though, I’ll be lucky to get it up again in a week.” His chest heaves. “Shit, I don’t think I’ve come that hard ever.”
“You should be on the receiving end.”
His eyes meet mine. “Can’t wait.”
23
Jacobs
Holy shit, last night was intense. So intense I can still feel the tingling in my balls … and my chest.
Yikes.
Not good, not good, not good.
When Rossi saw us, I’d been prepared for him to call us out on how much time we’d been spending together, and I’d had my answer prepared.
Kinda need to spend time with the guy I’m fucking.
Then I remembered Beck and I haven’t had that discussion. He’d agreed to keeping this a secret early on, but now we’re, what, dating? Things have definitely changed, but I’m not sure where he is with this whole thing. Because telling people we’re dating isn’t only about them finding out Beck and Jacobs are now Beck-and-Jacobs, it means coming out. Admitting we really like cock. Or at least, each other’s.