Page 78 of On Thin Ice

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

But Finn washere, 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 heverymuch 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 canfeelit.”

“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 beeasy. 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 dothis for as long as he could, not just spinning the pleasure out for Jacob but forhimself.

“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’tguaranteethat 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.

Itwascold 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, probablyloveit, 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’dnever 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.

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