Page 11

Chapter 11

Finn was pretty sure he meant it.

I won’t touch you, unless you want me to.

All the way up until they arrived at the gazebo-topped hot tub and Jacob shed his jacket, then leaned over and began to fold the cover back.

The drive here had been conducted in almost total silence. Finn had stopped pushing, because he had a feeling he’d pushed Jacob just about as far as he could.

Maybe tonight they would just really climb into the hot tub and keep to their respective sides, and that would be the beginning and the end of it.

He’d be disappointed, sure, but Finn was starting to understand that the goal wasn’t even the enjoyable part of this. Just spending time with Jacob was amazing, in a way that he’d never experienced before.

The man had a dry sense of humor that Finn loved, and his kind smile lit Finn up from the inside out. That wasn’t even going into how much Jacob had supported him and was just plain there for him. Believed in him, in a way Finn didn’t think anyone else ever had.

If this had been just about sex, Finn was fairly sure he could’ve convinced Jacob to go for it pretty early on. But now, they were wading, metaphorically and soon to be literally, into waters that Finn wasn’t familiar with.

He liked Jacob. And he was pretty sure that his dad was right, and the reason Jacob kept insisting that they couldn’t hook up was because he liked him too. More than he should.

That realization added both clarity and complexity.

“And here I thought I was the king of overthinking everything.”

Jacob’s words interrupted Finn’s thoughts.

He’d toed his shoes off now, not just removed his jacket, and he was leaning down, pulling his socks off too.

“No,” Finn said, swallowing hard. When he’d conceived of this plan, it had seemed more arousing and less terrifying.

Well, truthfully when he’d conceived of it, he hadn’t been entirely sure he could convince Jacob to take him back to his house, nevermind to get naked together in his hot tub.

But Jacob’s fingers were currently unbuttoning his shirt, and Finn could see his bare feet peeping out from under his slacks. It felt painfully intimate.

“Don’t tell me you’ve gotten cold feet,” Jacob said casually. “You can’t be worried about what you look like. You wore that suit, didn’t you?”

“Did you like it?”

But Finn knew he had. Had watched as Jacob had taken him in, eyes dilating, chest rising and falling sharply as he’d stared. He’d caught him staring all night, and Jacob’s gaze had been more intoxicating than any of the wine he’d drunk.

“You know I did. Kind of hated it, too,” Jacob said. He grinned fiercely, and something deep inside Finn throbbed. “You should take it off.”

“I . . .I can do that.” Finn swallowed hard. Shrugged out of his jacket, hanging it carefully on the back of a chair. Then followed suit, by discarding his shoes and socks.

They matched now, at least until Jacob finished unbuttoning his dark gray shirt, muscles rippling as he took it off, revealing the strength of his upper body.

“Come on, now,” Jacob teased. He didn’t linger at his belt but unbuckled it with sure fingers that weren’t shaking. Not like Finn’s.

Jacob’s belt hit the deck. Then his pants pooled around his ankles.

Ironically, just a few days ago Finn had tried to claim that Jacob had no experience with good sex, but he was beginning to think that was him, now. Because none of his hookups had ever felt like this.

Finn had a feeling that if he confessed the truth, Jacob would tell him that he’d been toying with boys, not fucking with men—and he probably wouldn’t be wrong, but it was more than that, too.

Everything about this felt different.

He’d never been this hot for anyone before— God , those powerful thighs and chest and shoulders and all his olive-toned skin smooth, only a trail of dark hair leading to his black boxer briefs which . . .Finn swallowed hard, again. They clung to him in the best kind of way, making it very obvious that this striptease was affecting him as strongly as it was affecting Finn.

But Jacob still tucked his fingers into the waistband and, without a single hesitation, tugged his underwear down.

Finn jerked, like he’d just been shocked.

He’d been so sure that he’d be the one daring Jacob to cross the line, and here he was, without a stitch on, climbing into the hot tub without an ounce of visible shame.

He’s got nothing to be ashamed of. Not a goddamn thing.

Jacob settled down into the hot water with a happy sigh. He shot Finn a blunt look. “You coming?” he asked.

He didn’t have to point out that this had been all Finn’s idea—three weeks ago, when he’d first tried to call Jacob’s bluff, and now tonight. And he was the one who was still mostly clothed. The one still waffling.

Finn gathered his dignity—and his courage. “Yeah.”

If his dad could see him about to do this, he’d lose his shit. But he’d also tell him that a Reynolds didn’t back down from a challenge, ever .

He tugged his shirt off, laying it next to his jacket. Trying to emulate Jacob, he didn’t hesitate. Just unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the wooden deck.

The sharp intake of breath from the vicinity of the hot tub told him that even his matter-of-fact stripping act was having its desired effect.

He didn’t let himself think. Just stripped his briefs off, any shame he felt at being so completely fucking hard doused by the sharp heat spiking through him at how Jacob was looking at him now.

Finn climbed in, and like he’d promised, he kept to the opposite side.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Jacob asked, tilting his head back, his newly shorn face swathed with steam.

He’d looked great with the beard. He looked even better without it. Younger, Finn realized, and had to wonder if that was why Jacob had shaved.

“I don’t know,” Finn said, “it’s pretty hard.”

Jacob’s face settled into a satisfied, smug smile. “There he is. Welcome back.”

Finn glared, but the only heat in it was the heat pooling in his belly. At how much he wanted to glide over to Jacob’s side of the hot tub and break his promise.

“I’m sure,” Jacob said, unexpectedly chatty tonight, “you thought all you had to do was wear that suit and I would just fall to my knees, eternally fucking grateful.”

Finn told himself he shouldn’t be embarrassed at how transparent he’d been. He wanted this, he could own up to it.

“Something like that.” Finn drummed his fingers against the edge of the hot tub. Morgan’s words from earlier echoed in his head. You should tell him how you feel. With your words, Finn.

Point taken, Dad, now get out of my head. At least for this next part.

“I wasn’t very subtle, was I?” Finn continued, gathering the rest of his courage.

“No.” Jacob chuckled.

“I didn’t want to be,” Finn said. “I wanted you to know. I wanted you Saturday. I wanted you last night. I wanted you three weeks ago. I want you now .”

Jacob froze. “That wasn’t subtle either,” he said, finally. Which wasn’t really a no , but it wasn’t a yes , either. Or a hell yes, get your hot ass over here so I can finally touch you.

“No, but it was time I was honest.” Finn hesitated. Be honest with me, too. “Don’t you think?”

There was always a moment between Jacob resisting and Jacob melting where he appeared to visibly fight the urge.

He was doing it now, practically squirming on the bench, underneath the water.

Finn slid closer.

Jacob’s dark eyes pinned him in place. Or would’ve, if he wasn’t as determined as he was. He kept sliding, anyway.

“What happened to I won’t touch you ?” Jacob asked.

They weren’t touching. Not yet.

“It was I won’t touch you, unless you ask me to ,” Finn corrected gently. He slid his arm behind Jacob’s shoulders. His skin almost brushing Jacob’s. Almost .

Jacob didn’t say anything. Just stared at Finn. Well, at Finn’s shoulder, more like. Like he was afraid to look right at him, of what might happen if he did.

Finn knew it would only take a little push to topple over the last of Jacob’s self-control. It was evident, right there in the heavy rise and fall of his chest, the dilation of his pupils, the heat of his gaze as it skimmed over what he could see of Finn’s naked body.

“I think you want it just as bad as I do . . .” Finn murmured, leaning in, willing Jacob to ask. Willing him to admit it.

But that was all Finn got out before Jacob was suddenly gone, leaving him hanging there, all alone.

One moment Jacob was there, right there with him, begging him with his eyes, and then he was gone, sliding away in the water, leaving Finn stunned and disappointed.

“You don’t get to do this,” Jacob said sternly, staring at him from across the hot tub. It wasn’t very big, but it felt like a million fucking miles.

“What? Seduce you?” Subtlety, truly, had gone right out the window.

Probably the moment Finn had decided to wear that suit tonight.

“Yes,” Jacob said, nodding, his expression grave. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“I’m not a virgin.” Finn could barely say it without pouting.

“What I mean is . . .do you have any idea the can of worms you’re opening up? Do you know how messy this could get?”

Finn licked his lips. “I’ve thought about it,” he admitted.

“Your dad will hate this. He will literally hate it. And he won’t just punish me, but you too.”

“I really—”

“I don’t want to talk about him right now, either,” Jacob said wryly. “I’ve got a hard-on the size of fucking Canada, and the last person I want to be talking about right now is your dad but we have to. Before we do this, we have to.”

Finn gave up on not sulking. “Yeah, so?” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Obviously we don’t have to tell him right away, but I’m telling you, right now, Finn, I want . . .” Jacob’s voice cracked. “I want you. And not just for the night, or in bed, or to have that really, really good sex you aren’t sure you’ve ever had. I can’t stop thinking about you. How we fit together. Despite every reason that says we shouldn’t.”

“I know what I’m giving up,” Finn could admit it, barely. “What . . .what he’d say, if he found out.”

And funny enough, it was the advice Jacob had given him about acknowledging that his dad might never really approve that helped make this more palatable.

He was going to wish Finn was different either way, so why shouldn’t Finn have this?

“If this is what I think it could be, he’s going to find out. We’ll have to tell him, eventually.” Jacob paused. “I didn’t spend all these years in the closet just to come out and then hide my boyfriend. I don’t think it needs to be now, that kind of commitment, but I want that . . .someday. With you.”

Finn’s mouth was dry, now. Bone dry. He should be less turned on right now, not more, but he was. Incredibly.

Just from Jacob saying the word boyfriend. Finn had never particularly wanted one before, but now that he’d seen what it could be like with Jacob, it was shockingly appealing.

“You look surprised,” Jacob said, making a face. “Did I freak you out—I didn’t mean to freak you—”

Finn flung himself forward with such force he nearly stumbled. But Jacob didn’t nearly catch him, he caught him. Physically. Metaphorically. His mind, his body, and his heart.

After he did, Jacob’s arms closed around him firm and tight, like he wasn’t going to let him go, not anytime soon, and to Finn, nothing had ever made as much sense as tilting his head up and kissing him.

For a moment, Jacob froze, his fingertips digging into Finn’s damp skin, lips not moving.

But then his touch shifted, sliding up Finn’s bare back, and he was kissing him back, the gentle, fierce possessiveness of his lips telling Finn everything he needed to know.

Finn sank into him, into the water and into Jacob’s embrace. His tongue slipped into Jacob’s mouth, and they both groaned as the kiss went from tentative to gentle to intense to wild.

Finn slid fully into Jacob’s lap, his lips still moving against Jacob’s, not willing even for a single second, to stop. His blood was hot and getting hotter, his cock brushing against Jacob’s taut, muscular stomach, and he thought, for a split second, it’s too good, I can’t take anymore, it’s already so damn good.

But the thought had just crossed his mind when Jacob had the nerve to pull back.

“Wait, wait,” Jacob said breathlessly, his dark eyes huge.

“What, why ?” Finn said, his own breathing not exactly steady. He curled his hand around Jacob’s shoulder, glorying in how large and firm it felt.

He only wanted to get closer, to feel every inch of Jacob’s skin pressed against his. In fact, he wasn’t even sure he could get as close as he wanted.

From the way Jacob kept stroking his back—from the sensitive skin on his spine right under his hairline, all the way down to the top of his bare ass—Finn wondered if he felt the exact same goddamn way. But he’d stopped them, hadn’t he?

“I just . . .” Jacob kissed him again, all too briefly. “I just want to make sure you’re—”

“I wouldn’t have kissed you otherwise.”

Jacob chuckled and his fingertips skated lower, barely brushing down the curve of his ass. Finn’s cock got impossibly harder, his stomach clenching with arousal. “I really want you. So much, it’s made me sure I can handle this. But I want you to be sure, too.”

Finn considered just kissing Jacob again. Making it clear, without words, that he’d never been surer of anything in his whole goddamn life. That he knew, without a doubt, if he gave Jacob his heart, he’d treat it carefully.

But the words were clearly important to Jacob. So Finn said them. “I’m sure,” he said. “Of you. And me. Of us together.”

The only warning Finn got was how Jacob straight-up trembled at the way Finn said us together , and then Jacob was kissing him. Fiercely. Passionately.

If Jacob worried Finn wouldn’t be as into this as he was, the way he kissed him answered every single question and incinerated every single doubt.

“You feel so good,” Finn murmured into his mouth as they kissed.

Finn thought he felt good? Finn felt like goddamn heaven in his arms, like everything he’d ever wanted and told himself he couldn’t have.

He’d expected that maybe if he fell off the wagon of self-denial, he might get this once . Maybe twice.

Mostly he hadn’t expected that it would happen at all.

He’d been worried Finn would decide the pleasure wasn’t worth the pain. That he wasn’t worth it.

But Finn was here , right now, kissing him back like he never wanted to stop, tongue sliding against his, body pressing into Jacob’s, making these addictive little noises in the back of his throat.

Jacob slid his mouth along Finn’s neck, trying not to leave a mark, even though he very much wanted to leave all the marks.

“I thought about this, after you left the first time,” Jacob admitted, panting into his skin. It was damp and hot and tasted so goddamn sweet under his tongue. And then there was the curve of his ass, impossibly sweeter as his palm cupped it, stroked it.

Finn squirmed in his lap. “Yeah?”

“Wished you’d called me on my bluff, taken all of your clothes off, and gotten in with me,” Jacob said roughly.

“I should’ve,” Finn said, and his lips, red and wet from Jacob’s mouth, quirked into a grin. “Should’ve done this, too.”

Suddenly his hand was sliding down, finding Jacob’s cock, hard and aching, under the water.

Jacob swore as pleasure spiked.

“We—I— but ,” Jacob protested as Finn stroked him.

“No wonder you only had one or two hookups a year. If you were this difficult for them, I’m not surprised,” Finn teased. “Come on, I know you want this. I can feel it.”

“But—”

“Don’t worry about the hot tub. Or cleaning it. Or anything else. Just let me,” Finn murmured and leaned in closer.

Jacob groaned and kissed him. He didn’t want to be difficult; he wanted to be easy . To just lie back and enjoy Finn all around him, his mouth lush and real and his hand stroking his cock like he’d been born to do it. Teasing touches, like he wanted to do this for as long as he could, not just spinning the pleasure out for Jacob but for himself .

“Wait,” Finn said, pulling back, and Jacob nearly chased his mouth with his own. “I’ve got a better idea.”

“Does it involve getting out of this hot tub, because I can’t promise—” It was cold outside, and while he was harder than he could remember being in forever, he couldn’t guarantee that the situation wouldn’t change on the walk back to the house.

“No,” Finn said and glanced up at the ledge. “Just scoot up there a bit.”

Jacob had a feeling he knew what Finn wanted, and his whole body shook with anticipation as he lifted himself out of the tub, settling on the edge.

It was cold on his upper body, but then Finn drifted between his legs and licked a stripe up his dick with his tongue, and Jacob forgot everything that wasn’t Finn and his mouth and how absolutely, insanely perfect it felt around him.

Hotter than the hot tub, surrounding him, drawing out his pleasure in long leisurely sucks, like he didn’t want to go anywhere.

Jacob sure didn’t.

He thought he could sit here like this forever, floating in pure fucking bliss. He risked looking down and felt everything inside him pulse at the sight of Finn with his mouth full of his cock.

But Finn’s mouth tilted up in that smirk—the one that promised he was up to no good, and that Jacob would probably like it, probably love it, honestly—and then his mouth was sinking deeper, the tips of his fingers brushing Jacob’s balls, and the easy, lazy pleasure he’d been enjoying morphed into white-hot electricity, racing up his spine.

Finn sucked harder, and Jacob trembled. Knew he was teetering right on the edge, even as he wanted to make it last. Part of him wanted to wring every bit out of it, because there’d never be a first time ever again. But then the other part of him screamed even louder, there’s gonna be a lot more times, you stupid blockhead.

Jacob’s hands drifted down to Finn’s curls and slid into the damp strands, digging into his scalp as Finn tried to wring his orgasm out of him.

“Should’ve known you’d be good at this. If I’d known, I’d have never been able to keep my hands off,” Jacob ground out.

Finn’s gaze flicked up and their eyes held together as Jacob tipped over the edge, coming in long, endless pulses down Finn’s throat.

“Never say I don’t have great ideas,” Finn said as he stood on slightly wobbly legs and leaned in, kissing Jacob.

Jacob groaned in the back of his throat. It shouldn’t have been so hot to taste his own come on Finn’s tongue, but he loved it.

Finn’s hard cock pressed into his thigh, and Jacob, still on the high of his own orgasm, reached for it with sluggish fingers.

“God, yes,” Finn said, moaning. “I’m so fucking close.”

For a split second, Jacob nearly suggested they switch places, because he’d love nothing more than to return the favor, but then he decided he could do one better.

“Come on. Let’s go in the house,” Jacob said and lifted himself out of the tub, gasping as his body adjusted to the cold air outside.

He kept towels in a little cupboard on the deck and he pulled one out and wrapped it around himself, then grabbed another as Finn muttered under his breath.

“Don’t tell me we’re doing this because you’ve got some misplaced romantic notion that you need to make love to me on a bed,” Finn complained. “Believe me, I would be very happy with some down and dirty hot tub fucking right now.”

“Just trust me,” Jacob said, pulse beginning to race at Finn’s words.

The truth was, he wanted it all. The slow romantic fucking, rose petals crushed beneath their bodies, and the hot, dirty fucking—barely able to shed their clothes before they were on each other, horny and starving. He wanted everything .

And you’re gonna get it, if you’re really fucking lucky.

The stone path was cold underneath his bare wet feet as he led Finn up towards the house. He let himself in the back door using the code and wasted zero time pushing Finn onto the living room sofa. Wet towel and all.

“See?” Jacob teased as he leaned in, pressing his body against his. Trying to warm them both up. “You’re just fine. Bless being twenty-one.”

“I don’t think I could get soft even at the North fucking Pole,” Finn retorted, but he was smiling.

Then his smile morphed into something else as Jacob sank to his knees and got his first taste of Finn’s cock.

It twitched against his tongue, and Jacob groaned at the taste of his precome. Wanting more. Needing more.

“So good at this,” Finn murmured, fingers carding through Jacob’s hair. “Why do you think I was so fucking desperate? God, yeah, baby, just like that.”

Jacob took him deeper, washing away the chemical taste of the hot tub, until all his senses were full of Finn and only Finn.

His fingers slipped lower, caressing his balls, and to his surprise, Finn scooted down, widening his stance. Opening himself up for whatever Jacob wanted to do to him.

When Jacob glanced up, there was only heat and approval and trust in his eyes.

It was a gift, the most incredible gift Jacob could remember being given, and he wasn’t going to take it for granted and he sure fucking wasn’t going to waste it.

Raising his hand to Finn’s lips, he felt a pulse of remembered pleasure as he slipped his fingers into that hot, perfect mouth.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Finn groaned as Jacob finally pulled them out and tucked them right under his balls, pressing his saliva-wet thumb against his hole. Not pushing in, just rotating it around. Giving Finn the sensation of penetration without actually doing it.

Finn’s cock twitched against his tongue, giving its own approval, as Jacob finally pushed his thumb in. He wanted to push more than his thumb in. He wanted to bend Finn over this couch and slide his cock right in, into the hot clasp of this gorgeous ass.

Fuck him until he couldn’t even remember his own goddamn name.

But they had no lube and they hadn’t discussed testing or results or anything else.

Jacob had to remind himself of those very important facts—and the additional fact that they had all the goddamn time in the world to fuck—as Finn’s ass pulled him in closer, clenching around him.

Finn cried out, and that was all the warning he got before the cock in his mouth jerked and then Finn was coming.

“Oh my God,” Finn murmured with a sharp exhale as he came back down, Jacob licking him clean. “I need you in me like yesterday .”

Jacob’s fingers trembled at his admission. “Can’t arrange for yesterday, but I can promise that if you give me another few minutes, I can make you forget your own name.”

Finn’s smile was slow, lazy and very, very satisfied. Not only, Jacob realized, with the pleasure he’d just experienced, but the promise he’d just been given. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Jacob said and pulled himself up from the floor, collapsing next to Finn on the couch.

Finn glanced down at his half-hard cock. And yeah, maybe a few minutes was not as optimistic as he’d imagined it was.

“Don’t tell me I make you feel young again,” Finn teased, running his fingertips down his chest, tracing the ridges of abs, humming in approval as they tensed under his touch.

“Is that a cliche?” Jacob wondered. Not really caring if it was, because it was also true.

“If it is, it’s one I’m personally going to enjoy very much.” Finn grinned. “That was . . .well, you were there, I don’t need to tell you.”

Jacob pressed a kiss to the side of Finn’s head, lips lingering there. “Doesn’t mean I don’t like hearing it.”

“Maybe we’re making some progress on that concept of very, very good sex,” Finn said.

Jacob certainly thought so.

But it wasn’t just the sex, though that was definitely going to become addicting.

“I meant it, you know?” Jacob said softly.

Finn turned to him, looking surprised, but at least he didn’t look disappointed. “I didn’t think you didn’t .”

“Why does it feel like there’s a but there.”

“Oh, there’s a but there,” Finn teased again. “Do I need to give you a personal introduction, because I thought you were already intimately familiar . . .”

“Finn,” Jacob said, faux-sternly.

Deflecting again. Jacob could hear it in his voice and there was part of him, already aroused enough, that he wasn’t sure he even cared.

If you lead him into your bedroom right now and lay him out on your bed, sink your fingers and then your cock into him, nobody will care. Neither of you will give a shit about him brushing you off.

It was so tempting. Jacob nearly did it.

But he didn’t. Because he hadn’t just wanted even the really, really good sex. He wanted more. He had for a while now. And it turned out he wanted it with the last person on earth he could have it with but there was no changing his mind—or his heart—now.

“I know you want it,” Finn said. Nearly whined. And Jacob knew if he glanced down, he’d probably see that Finn’s cock was hardening again. Already.

Just like his own.

“I want you ,” Jacob said.

Finn’s gaze softened. “You really mean that.”

“When have I ever meant otherwise?”

Finn was quiet for a long moment. “It would be easier if you found what you’re looking for someplace else.”

“Easier, maybe, but not better,” Jacob said.

“Might mean you have to wait longer to trumpet him to the skies.”

“I knew that, when I kissed you.” He had. Knew exactly the kind of messy waters they were both wading into. But he’d chosen Finn anyway, and he wanted to believe Finn had chosen him too.

That this wasn’t just about getting off.

Though that had been spectacular. Off-the-fucking-charts. Re-aligning his whole universe, frankly.

“I said I was sure,” Finn said, “and I’m still sure. Never done more than hook up, and I didn’t even think I wanted more, but then we met. And weirdly, it changed.”

Finn’s gaze was honest, uncompromising. Those clear eyes hid nothing. No deflections this time. And no goddamn walls.

“Weirdly, huh?”

Finn smacked him in the bicep, which strangely didn’t affect his arousal, slowly ratcheting up, even a little. “Commitment’s never been a turn-on for me before.”

“Can’t say it has for me either but now . . .”

“Now . . .” Finn trailed off, the corner of his mouth tilting up. “Now, all I have to say is, Jacob Braun, take me to bed.”

Like there was a chance in hell of Jacob not doing it then.

He rose to his feet and tugged Finn after him, leading them up the stairs and into his bedroom.

Finn didn’t waste a moment. He climbed right on the bed, then pushed himself up on all fours, making Jacob groan low in his throat at the sight of that back and that perfectly curved ass, right there, for the taking.

“I’ve been tested and I’m on PrEP,” Finn said as Jacob went with shaking hands to rummage in a drawer by the bed. “If you want to forget the condom.”

“You’re sure?” Jacob asked, glancing over at him.

“I thought earlier that I couldn’t get you close enough. I still can’t. I need you, Jacob,” Finn said, his voice edging into pleading territory.

“Okay. I’m the same—it’s been . . .a while . . .since I did this,” Jacob said.

But he knew what he was doing. And he knew how to make Finn scream. He’d already begun learning his body—what it wanted, but even more, what it needed.

He slicked up his fingers and notched himself behind Finn on the bed, clean hand trailing down the spine of his back. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured into his skin, pressing a kiss on every freckle he could find.

“Here I was kidding about the rose petals—” Finn gasped, losing his words and probably his whole train of thought when Jacob circled his hole and slid in his thumb. Deeper this time, wiggling it around in a tight circular motion as he opened him up.

“Yes, yes , the dirty fucking, please ,” Finn begged.

Jacob had just finished telling himself—and telling Finn, not in those exact words but hopefully his meaning had been clear enough—that they could have both.

And he intended to have both.

He kept his gentle kisses up as his fingers pressed into Finn’s hole, spearing him deep, feeling him shake and tremble against his bigger body.

Jacob knew he’d hit the right spot when he froze and then cried out.

“Oh fuck me,” Finn begged. “Oh, God .”

“I’m gonna give you exactly what you need,” Jacob promised. He could hear the waver in his own voice, a corresponding, echoing need rising in him. He’d never been harder in his whole life, and he needed to be in there, right now, giving Finn everything he was pleading for.

“Then give it to me,” Finn cried.

Jacob gave one last firm thrust and then pulled his fingers out, scissoring Finn’s tight, hot hole as he went. He slicked up his cock, told himself he’d go slow, and then as he began to slide inside, promptly lost his whole goddamn mind.

Sex was good. Sex was fine.

Then there was this, which came so far past the realm of good or fine that they had transported to a whole other universe.

By the time he thrust all the way into Finn, they were both shaking.

“So fucking amazing,” Jacob choked out as he tried to gently stroke Finn’s hip. Make sure he was okay. Make sure he was ready for more.

Finn glanced back, the heat in his eyes burning Jacob alive. “If you don’t fuck me into this mattress right now . . .”

Jacob didn’t need a single additional word of encouragement. He knew what Finn needed, and his body, even if it was a little bit broken, could still give it to him.

He dug his fingertips into Finn’s hips and thrust. Finn wailed, and it was the best sound Jacob had ever heard.

It didn’t take him long to find that spot again. The one that made Finn shake all over. Once he did, Jacob dedicated himself to hitting it every single goddamn time until Finn was gasping, the only other sound in the room besides Jacob’s breathing and the sound of flesh hitting flesh as he drove into him with every single bit of strength and finesse he possessed.

“Harder,” Finn cried, and Jacob realized, almost belatedly, that Finn was close. Finn was balanced right on the edge, and all he needed was a little more to fall.

“I got you,” Jacob said, voice rough. “And do one thing for me, beautiful?”

He thrust harder, longer, lengthening his strokes and making Finn wail.

“What?” Finn gasped.

“Touch yourself. Make yourself come on my cock.”

Finn tensed, and that was all the warning Jacob got before Finn was crying out, slumping to the bed, Jacob following him. The intoxicating pull of Finn’s ass, clenching around him, pulled him in and then detonating the last of his self-control. He thrust once, then twice, and then it was over.

His orgasm shuddered through him, and he collapsed onto Finn, who made only a half-hearted groan of protest.

“You’re not light, you know,” he said, voice muffled.

“Just give me a minute,” Jacob said, chest heaving. “That was—”

“I know,” Finn said, and he sounded even happier than he had before. “You’re okay right? That didn’t . . .”

“I’m fine. My hip is fine,” Jacob said dryly and finally pulled out, rolling over, deciding that Finn’s attitude about mess was preferable to his own worries.

“Okay good.” Finn slung an arm across his chest and slumped down, half on top of him. “Because we’re going to do that all the time and I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I’m thirty-five, not a hundred and five,” Jacob said. “I think I can continue fucking you well enough.”

“Not well enough. Spectacularly, ” Finn said, still sounding dazed and wondrous.

“It was pretty spectacular for me, too,” Jacob admitted.

“Good.” Finn paused and Jacob pried his eyes open to look at him. Finn was gazing back up at him, a mischievous look on his face. “’Cause I can’t leave you unsatisfied.”

And God, yes, they had agreed to that, hadn’t they?

Jacob felt a thrill—both intoxicating and terrifying—spill through him.

They were going to do this. They were already doing this.

“Trust me, I’m not. I’m . . .honored and a little baffled and thrilled and scared,” Jacob admitted.

“Baffled?”

“Why you’d want me . . .why you’d pick me ,” Jacob said.

Finn’s eyes glowed. “How about this? I wouldn’t want to pick anybody else.”