Page 122 of On Thin Ice

“I won’t, then,” Jacob teased. “What else could I do instead?”

“Kiss me,” Finn murmured, tilting his face closer.

Jacob didn’t need another invitation. His hands cupped Finn’s face and his tongue slipped into his mouth, and buoyed with emotion and all this undeniable romance, Finn gave himself over to it. Draped his body over Jacob’s, loving the solid warmthof it underneath him, the way his heartbeat accelerated as Finn settled into his lap and kissed him even deeper.

“Feels so good,” Jacob murmured into his mouth. “Can’t get enough.”

Finn couldn’t either. He squirmed closer, feeling Jacob’s cock growing hard underneath him, his own trapped in his pants, pressing into Jacob’s stomach.

He kept expecting Jacob to put the brakes on, but he didn’t, hand sliding confident and sure underneath Finn’s shirt, finding his bare skin, stroking it like he owned it.

Finn settled lower into Jacob’s lap, grinding against him, no hesitation at all. His hands gripped Jacob’s shoulders, loving the width and the breadth and the flex of them, then slid over, to pick apart the buttons on his shirt.

“Need you,” Finn gasped as Jacob’s touch swept up and down his back and then went lower still, tucking two fingertips under his belt.

Finn had gotten all the buttons undone that he could reach and spread the two halves of his shirt open, curling his fingers into his chest, feeling where his heart beat hard against them.

“What do you want?” Jacob asked.

Finn pulled back a fraction and shot him a hot look. “I want you inside me,yesterday.”

“Hang on,” Jacob said and with an impressive demonstration of strength, lifted them both off the couch.

Finn’s feet wrapped around his back and groaned as he stumbled in the direction of the bedroom. Jacob deposited Finn on the edge of the bed, and Finn reached out, tugging his shirt off the rest of the way, then started in on his pants, pushing Jacob’s jeans down.

“Want to look at you this time,” Jacob murmured, leaning in and kissing him again. It was impossibly sweet and also dirty, his tongue sweeping into Finn’s mouth.

“Yes,” Finn panted as he broke the kiss.

“Don’t move,” Jacob said, like Finn hadanyintention of moving from this spot. He skirted around the bed, only wearing a pair of tight black boxer briefs, and Finn watched, loving the view.

Already looking forward to the view he’d be treated with when he convinced Jacob to lose those, too.

Jacob returned, tossing lube on the bed next to Finn and then tugged off his shirt, kissing him again, hard and insistent this time. His pants were the next to go, Jacob’s hands finding every bit of bare skin to touch, to caress.

There was a part of Finn that wanted to tell Jacob to get on with it, that he didn’t need the kissing and the foreplay, but the more it continued, the more Finn realized he liked it.

That helovedit.

Each and every touch of Jacob’s felt like fire trailing over his skin, building up his arousal but also banking it.

Finally, Jacob slipped off his briefs, but to Finn’s frustration, he didn’t go for his cock first thing. Just lowered himself to his knees and pressed his lips to the crease of Finn’s hip, then traced his tongue along the cut muscle there. “Gorgeous,” he murmured. “My perfect, gorgeous Finn.”

Finn gasped, cock twitching as Jacob finally curled his tongue around the head.

He was only giving him little, teasing touches of his mouth, though, keeping him floating, not overwhelming him with pleasure. Then he slipped a lube-wet finger lower and circled Finn’s hole.

He cried out as Jacob pressed it in. “More,” he begged, suddenly not content to just float along that plateau of feeling good but wanting to be overwhelmed by it.

“I got you, baby,” Jacob murmured, and Finn felt the pressure of two of his big, calloused fingers sliding into him. He bent his head and licked Finn’s cock, and Finn’s back bowed with it.

Jacob’s fingers hit that spot inside that lit him up and he groaned again.

“You ready?” he asked, lifting himself up and draping his body over Finn’s. Brushing a kiss against his lips.

“Yes,” Finn said and went to reach for Jacob’s cock as he slipped out of his underwear, but Jacob’s jaw tightened.

“If you do that, this is going to be over really fucking quick,” Jacob warned. “I’m . . .I want you too bad, Finn.”

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