Page 86 of Off Season

His bright smile and how he feels in my arms.

I’ve missed every fucking thing about him, and I hate that I nearly lost him.

But there’s no time to dwell on that now.

Jacob trails his lips under my jaw and down the column of my neck, his teeth grazing over my pulse before he sinks his teeth into the juncture of my neck.

“Fuck, J,” I growl.

My cock throbs behind the zipper of my jeans, begging to be freed to be reunited with Jacob.

But it seems Jacob is in the mood for some torture.

He snickers, rolling his hips in a teasing rhythm, causing me to let out a sharp hiss.

I’m having a difficult time reining myself in, and it’s taking every ounce of my control not to throw him onto his back and bury myself inside him. But I also don’t want to rush this.

I want to show him how much I’ve missed him by exploring every inch of his incredible body, letting him know we have all the time in the world now.

I might not be good with words, but this isn’t pretend, and I’m all in.

Stroking my hands down his sides, I reach around to squeeze the globes of his ass, halting the hypnotic grind of his hips.

“You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”

I feel his smile against my lips. He nips at my bottom lip before sitting up and grabbing the hem of my t-shirt. He pulls it up and over my head, tossing it onto the floor before shifting down until his ass is resting on my thighs.

His hands go to my chest, kneading the firm muscles of my pecs. Fingers circle my nipples before flicking them. My breath hitches, my abs tightening under his traveling hands. When he reaches the waistband of my jeans, he pops thebutton, and a heavy sigh escapes me as Jacob drags the zipper down. My cock stirs inside my boxers, and Jacob licks his lips.

“May I?” he whispers, motioning to my jeans.

I nod.

Wordlessly, he crawls off my body. He removes my jeans and tosses them aside before curling his fingers into the waistband of my black boxer briefs, but instead of taking them off, he pauses.

“You know, when we were in England, there were times where you were fully clothed and I was completely naked.”

My dick jerks at the memory. “Yeah, I remember.”

“There I was, naked and exposed, and you made me feel like I was the sexiest man in the world. I’ve never felt so…seen. I felt so happy, so ecstatic every time, and Ilovedit.” He pulls my boxers down, finally freeing my thick, heavy cock. He flashes me a wicked grin as he throws them over his shoulder. “Now it’s your turn.”

Jacob wraps his fingers around my throbbing shaft, stroking me in a soft, languid glide. My head tips back on a moan as his other hand smooths up my thigh to my balls, flirting with the heavy sac.

“Move to the edge of the bed,” he demands.

My eyes widen slightly, taken aback by the unfamiliar tone in his voice, but I don’t argue. Shifting to sit up, I shuffle down until my feet touch the floor. He kneels down between my parted thighs, those bright blue eyes locked on mine as he wraps his lips around me and takes me into his mouth.

“Holy shit,” I murmur, reaching out to take hold of his head, but he bats me away and releases me with a pop.

“Hands stay on the bed. I’ve missed the way you taste, and I don’t want to be rushed.” He tongues the slit, licking the bead of precome before taking me back into his mouth.

I grin. “Someone’s feeling bossy today.”

He hums in agreement around the head, and stars fill my vision.

“Fucking hell, J.” I hiss, gripping the sheets with my fists.

While one hand grips the base of my cock, the other flirts with my balls, massaging and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. He sucks my cock like a dream, taking me deeper, inch by inch, with each passing slide of his warm, wet mouth. The tip of his tongue traces the pulsing vein with every upstroke of his lips, and then he swallows around me, and I lose my everloving mind.

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