Page 69 of Poles Apart
Dom knew he probably should have been embarrassed at his outburst, but the urge to claim Jacob was getting stronger day by day. He leaned into Jacob’s touch and closed his eyes, relishing the feel of his soft hands, and when he opened them again, Jacob’s navy-blue eyes were staring back at him.
Dom moved away from Jacob’s hand, remembering where they were and started to mess with the cutlery on the table. “He was flirting with you, and I didn’t like it. He’s got a fucking nerve, that’s for sure.”
“I know, but I’m with you and will definitely be leaving with you. You have nothing to worry about, baby.”
The waiter returned with the wine and took their food order. Dom glared at him the whole time they ordered, and Jacob just looked entertained, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
“Shut up,” he said, knocking Jacob’s feet under the table, his lips lifting at the side. He was entitled to be a little jealous, surely. Jacob was an attractive man, but he was with him, no one else.
The rest of the meal passed uneventfully, and there were no further issues from the waiter. Dom was more than happy and had to admit that, overall, the night had been fucking amazing. And it wasn’t over yet. In fact, he was hoping it was only the beginning.
“Wow, I’ve eaten so much,” he said, groaning as he rubbed his stomach. “I might need some exercise to work it off. Any ideas?”
“Well, we could walk back to my place. It wouldn’t take too long, and maybe you could work up an appetite for some dessert.” Jacob pinned him with his gaze, and Dom stood quickly from his chair.
“I think that’s a damn fine idea. Let’s go, come on, quickly. I’ve a hankering for something sweet and tasty.”
Jacob laughed as they left the restaurant. “I’ve got something you can lick, and I guarantee it comes with cream.”
Dom palmed his dick as they left and hurried as fast as his legs would carry him.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Jacob
The night had been different, to say the least. From seeing Wilkins on his knees in the bathroom to Dom being all possessive with him at the Italian restaurant. He had to admit that seeing Dom all worked up and jealous was kind of hot. He couldn’t wait to get home to see where things would lead. He was hoping he’d read Dom’s intentions right because he had a little surprise for him, which he was hoping he’d enjoy. He knew that he’d taken great pleasure in it.
It was a wonder they managed to get home without being arrested. Dom refused to leave him alone, and they were constantly stopping to kiss, the fifteen-minute journey taking more than half an hour.
They eventually reached the house and walked to the front door. Dom moved behind Jacob as he tried to put the key in the lock and put his hands around his waist, trying to undo his trousers.
“Fuck, Dom. Can’t you wait?”
“I can’t wait to throw you on the bed and lick your arse until you can’t breathe. Then I’ll do it some more until you’re begging, Jacob, begging to take my cock. Is that what you want?” Jacob groaned and dropped his head to his chest. He continued to fumble his keys in the lock but finally got it open.
“Fuck, yes.” They stumbled into the hallway, and Jacob whirled around, slamming Dom against the wall.
He plundered his mouth. There was no other word for it, and Dom opened up to him. They thrust and bit and licked, their lips moving with urgency. Dom finally finished the task of undoing Jacob’s trousers, and they fell to the floor, exposing Jacob’s bare cock and balls.
“Jesus, why didn’t you tell me you’d gone commando?” Dom dropped to the floor, and Jacob cried out as his mouth engulfed his rock-hard cock. He ran his hands through Dom’s hair, gripping the strands as Dom sucked and licked, saliva dripping from his mouth, tears pooling in his eyes.
If he carried on like this, it’d be over before it had even started, and he wasn’t going to come in his mouth like a horny teenager...again!
He pulled Dom up and kissed him, tasting the precum on his tongue. “Come on, let’s not do this in the hall.”
He led him by the hand to the family room where they removed their shirts and shoes, still nipping and licking at each other as they did so.
“Bedroom or right here?” Dom asked him. “I don’t care where. I just want you, right fucking now.”
“Upstairs.” Jacob followed Dom up the stairs but suddenly remembered the lube was in the shower from earlier. “You go on up. I need to get the lube.”
He ran to the bathroom, catching his trousers before they fell around his ankles. That could have been an embarrassing call to emergency.
When he finally got upstairs, his trousers now secure, he walked into the bedroom and nearly choked on the sight before him. Dom was lying on his back, his jeans open, leaving a tantalising glimpse of red satin. He was so turned on; he couldn’t think straight. Dom was by far the sexiest man he had ever seen, and he couldn’t believe he was here, in his bed again. His open jeans tempted him to lick a trail downwards, he was hanging on by a thread.
Jacob leaned over to put on the lamp, but Dom stopped him. “No, I want the full light on. I want to see you as you come, and I want to hear you.”
Dom pulled Jacob onto the bed, and they lay there, side by side. Dom’s hands were all over him as he kissed him sensually, his tongue running along the seam of his mouth, seeking entry. Jacob didn’t resist, and soon they were breathless with want for each other.
