Page 71 of Off Script

The heel of his palm pressed down over his cock and he had to bite back a moan.

"I want you wound so tightly you can barely think. Dripping and aching before I let you come.”

Breath stuttered out of him. “I am.”

"No. You’re getting there. Rub slowly. Up and down."

His hand obeyed, hips shifting restlessly, every nerve straining toward Jacob’s voice.

“Good boy. Just like that. Now peel those boxers down.”

The praise in that gravelly tone undid him in ways he didn’t understand, and he already craved hearing it again.

His thumb hooked the waistband and pushed them down until his cock sprang free, straining with the kind of ache that demanded touch.

“Now you can touch yourself.” Jacob’s tone dipped half a shade darker.

Liam’s hand wrapped around his cock at last, his thumb sliding through the wetness gathered at the head. Relief hit sosharp it nearly broke him. The sound that escaped him was half sob, half moan. Across the line came Jacob’s answering breath—proof he wasn’t the only one unraveling.

“Tell me how hard you are.”

“So fucking hard I’m leaking.” His voice cracked.

“Good. Now stroke. Slow.”

He obeyed, hips jerking into his fist, body vibrating as though every muscle had been strung too tight.

Jacob’s breath shuddered through the line. “Fuck. You’re doing so good. Keep going. I want you fucking your fist for me.”

His head fell back against the couch, eyes squeezed shut, his hand pumping in a rhythm that sent heat climbing fast and merciless.

“I’m gonna come—”

“Not yet.” The command landed sharp, cutting straight through the haze of desperation.

“Jacob—please—”

“Wait. First I need to hear that sound you make when you’re completely wrecked.”

His whole body trembled, every muscle caught between obedience and need. A whimper broke loose as his teeth cut into his lip. He wanted to give in, but Jacob’s voice was an anchor he couldn’t fight.

“Now come for me.”

The words snapped something loose. His spine bowed and his vision went white as heat spilled across his stomach. Jacob’s voice held steady through every ragged spasm—“That’s it, I’ve got you, you’re perfect.” It tethered him until the panic was nothing but cinders, burned away in the fire Jacob had stoked with nothing more than his voice.

Liam collapsed back, every muscle spent. Air dragged heavily through his lungs, no longer strangled, settling deep where itbelonged. Each slow breath carried him further from the edge and closer to Jacob.

“Are you back with me?” Jacob’s voice was soft and intimate, like he was right there beside him.

“Yeah,” Liam murmured. “I think I am. Thank you.”

"You start to spiral again—you call me. I don’t give a shit where you are, who’s around, or what time it is. You don’t go through this without me.”

Liam’s eyes slipped closed, the words sinking deep, locking into a place even the panic couldn’t touch.

Chapter 31

Jacob