Page 105 of On Thin Ice

Jacob flushed. “Yeah.”

Finn couldn’t say they hadn’t both been thinking it. But it was the first time either of them had said.

“I liked it.Like it,” Finn teased.

Jacob went even redder. “Good.”

Finn leaned in, pressing his lips to Jacob’s neck. “It was goodandsexy.”

Ever since Jacob had shaved off his beard, it had been so much easier to see how red he could get when he was embarrassed or turned on or when Finn deliberately went out of his way to tease him.

“Behave,” Jacob said with faux-sternness, nudging him.

“You don’t want me too,” Finn said. He glanced down at his watch. “How much time do we have left?”

“Enough,” Jacob said with absolute certainty and he reached down and took Finn’s hand, leading them to his car.

Finn was half-expecting Jacob to try to preserve the ruse that he was just driving Finn across campus to his study group, but instead of going around to the driver’s side, he opened the passenger door and with the tiniest, hottest smirk, gestured Finn in.

Finn slid in, moving over, and the moment the door shut behind Jacob, he was leaning over, kissing him hard.

“God,” Finn murmured into Jacob’s mouth, “I’m so fucking proud of you. I didn’t know what you were going to say—”

“Really, I didn’t know I was going to say that, until I said it.” Jacob chuckled under his breath, fingers caressing Finn’s cheek. “It was okay, right? That I said it to Malcolm and Elliott?”

“Morethan okay.” Finn took Jacob’s mouth again, groaning as his hand slid from his face down lower, tracing the sensitive tendon in his neck.

“Too many clothes,” Jacob muttered, and suddenly those hands weren’t gently cradling or tracing him but delving right under his sweatshirt then under his T-shirt, tracing cold patterns on his overheated skin.

Finn swung a leg over Jacob’s body and wasted no time grinding down on his lap and the hard cock there.

Jacob’s kiss went from hot to downright filthy, his tongue curling around Finn’s.

Being spread out on Jacob’s bed, naked, without a stitch of clothing between them had felt incredible. But this felt shockingly good, too. Dirty and intense, both of them driven by desperation as they moved together. Finn ground down on Jacob’s cock and Jacob dug his fingers into Finn’s hips, grinding up at the same time in a rhythm that he knew would eventually pull him over the edge.

“You’re gonna make me come in my pants,” Finn gasped.

Jacob smirked. “Am I?”

Finn tilted his head back as Jacob gripped his hips hard. He’d have bruises there tomorrow, and he wouldn’t even give a fuck.

“You know you will,” Finn said. “And I have to go to astudy sessionafter this.”

“Oh, do you?”

“God, you’re hot when you’re evil,” Finn said.

“Maybe if you ask very, very nicely, I’ll switch us and get down on my knees for you—”

“In this backseat?” Finn glanced behind him dubiously. Was there even room for Jacob down there?

“Hush,” Jacob said, “I’m trying to be selfless here. I’ll get down on my knees for you and you can come down my throat instead.”

“I wouldn’t . . .” Finn gasped as Jacob’s hands traveled under the waistband of his sweatpants and stroked him. “I wouldn’t complain.”

“Didn’t think so,” Jacob said smugly, and it shouldn’t have so insanely arousing for him to easily maneuver Finn off his lap and to sink down in front of him.

“If you tell me you bought this car because of its roomy backseat, I’m going to come right now before you ever get your mouth on me,” Finn warned. He felt breathless, totally out of control. And it wasn’t only how goddamn turned on he was, either. It was everything—the pride in his voice as Jacob had saidFinn’s boyfriend,the heady emotions swirling through him,andthe intense spike of need as Jacob pulled his sweatpants and briefs down to his knees.

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