Page 19 of Soulmates

Gods, how could Maddox undo him so easily? And how the hell had they gotten there? Jake could only nod, his mouth gone dry. Maybe best not to question it, not to relive the awful everything of the last however many hours. Maybe best to simply enjoy the way Maddox pulled his boxers down just enough to free Jake’s cock, tucking the band under his balls. Then, like a switch had been flipped in Maddox, any hesitation seemed to burn away. Without another word, without another glance at Jake’s face, Maddox leaned in and dragged his tongue from Jake’s balls to the tip of his cock, licking and swirling, teasing, relentless.

Jake’s pulse quickened to a dangerous level, his skin prickling with heat, and he could’ve almost laughed. Moments earlier, he’d thought he could die happy just holding Maddox, and now, suddenly, he thought he might die from the teasing. “Maddy. Fucking hell.”

Maddox lifted his head and smiled knowingly. He knew exactly how crazy he was making Jake. But Jake couldn’t say anything more, couldn’t protest, couldn’t beg, could only whimper when Maddox leaned in again and slid the tip of his tongue into his slit, lapping his way down Jake’s cock, slick with spit, until he sucked one ball into his mouth, releasing it just long enough to take in the other instead, lingering there before he ran his lips back up the shaft and, very gently, suckled the head of Jake’s cock.

Glorious.

Perfect.

But not enough pressure to get Jake off.

Cruel.

Jake twisted his fingers through Maddox’s untamed hair, tugging gently until Maddox let Jake guide him, let Jake press the head of his dick just inside the wet heat of Maddox’s mouth. Slick and scorching and just the right amount of suction. Jake’s orgasm coiled in his belly, every nerve ending alight with anticipation as his release built, and when Maddox took him deeper, all Jake could do was gasp, a ragged sound, frayed and tainted with desire.

And then Maddox pulled off with a smirk. “You feel so good in my mouth, Jake,” he whispered, the sound gravel rough and velvet smooth, breathless.

Maddox had never said a truer word, but the loss of that sultry pressure around his cock had Jake speechless. All he could do was offer a shaky smile and aim Maddox’s head lower again. Maddox choked on a laugh as he parted his lips and took Jake in again, tracing his tongue over the vein on the underside of Jake’s cock, sucking and taking him apart. Dipping lower, trying to take Jake deeper, Maddox gagged and pulled back, panting.

“Careful, baby,” Jake muttered, his concern for Maddox’s comfort overriding even his own pleasure. They both paused at the endearment, but Maddox seemed to shake it off as he wrapped his free hand around the base of Jake’s cock, stroking Jake with every glide of his mouth, going faster and harder, sucking him just a little deeper, squeezing with his fist and then loosening his grip, and it was all too much. The coiling in his belly coalesced in a rush.

“Maddy…” He couldn’t say anything else, couldn’t offer a better warning before he came harder than he ever had in his life, flooding Maddox’s mouth with his come. Maddox didn’t seem to mind the mouthful as he swallowed around Jake’s cock. Jake bit both his lips between his teeth, fighting every whimper, every curse that threatened to break free. He gripped Maddox’s hair tighter, not to push, not to pull, but in an attempt to keep himself grounded to the earth. And maybe even to try to keep himself grounded to Maddox. He held tighter to Maddox’s hand, and Maddox squeezed his fingers in answer, as if telling Jake he was still there, still with him, would always be with him. In that simple gesture, Jake could almost hear Maddox whisper to him, telling him to breathe, to let it all go. And with that, Jake let out a deep groan. He wanted to say something, anything, a word to tell Maddox how he felt, but nothing coherent formed in his mouth.

When Maddox pulled off, he panted for breath against Jake’s hip, gulping in air and letting it out in warm puffs until Jake was able to let go of the tangle of Maddox’s hair, grateful when Maddox crawled up Jake’s body, still jerking with aftershocks, in a sensuous slide. The world spun out around them and the room drifted in and out of focus, but with Maddox on top of him, Maddox touching him, Maddox pressing his hard cock against Jake, he could stay tethered to reality.

Maddox’s breath whispered over Jake’s skin, rough and full of want, and when he leaned in and kissed Jake, Jake found the salty tang of his own come on Maddox’s lips. The hard press of Maddox’s erection against his stomach sent a fresh wave of want to his spent cock. “Maddy,” he whispered, barely able to form the word, still hardly able to form thoughts as he clumsily pushed at Maddox’s boxers.

With a nod in response, Maddox pulled back, just enough to shove his shorts down with his free hand. “Let me,” he muttered, voice strained but, at the same time, totally in control. And where the hell had Maddox gotten those skills, anyway? Jake added that to the list of things not to think about for the moment. Which was easy to do when Maddox shifted closer again, kissed him again, slid that glorious tongue into Jake’s mouth again, ground his hips against Jake, and pressed his rigid cock against Jake’s stomach, slick with precome. All Jake could do was whimper into Maddox’s mouth. Because that… That was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to him. Not even his many, many Maddox-related fantasies could hold a candle to the very real, very eager Maddox writhing on top of him.

Maddox grunted, frustration coloring the sound as he pinned their joined hands to the bed. “I can’t get close enough, Jake.”

There was so much longing in Maddox’s tone, something close to pain, and Jake wanted nothing more than ease that strain for him. He drifted his free hand lower, to the small of Maddox’s back, and pressed Maddox closer, at the same time tightening his grip on their joined hands. “Take what you need, Maddy.”

Maddox paused, just long enough to look him in the eyes, a teasing glint, a flash of a smirk. “Stop giving me things, Jacob.”

How Maddox could even come close to a joke just then was beyond Jake, but it didn’t last long. Maddox started to move again, building a rhythm as he ground his hips against Jake, his cock thick and heavy against Jake’s stomach slick with precome and sweat. Each thrust of Maddox’s hips drew another impossibly sexy sound from Maddox, tiny gasps and rough grunts of satisfaction.

“Maddox, honey, you have to be quieter.”

“I can’t,” he moaned, voice rising louder into the night. “Oh, Gods. Jake. Fuck. Fuck fuck.”

“Shh, Maddy.” Jake gripped Maddox’s nape and pulled him close, pressing Maddox’s face to his own neck.

Maddox shuddered all over, his thrusts frantic and out of sync until his body went rigid as warm wetness spread between them. Jake held him tighter, wanting to prolong the sensations for Maddox, wanting to keep them suspended there for just a few minutes longer. When Maddox let out a hard breath against Jake’s throat, Jake brought their joined hands to his lips and pressed a tender kiss to Maddox’s knuckles, running his other hand up and down Maddox’s back. He wanted to touch Maddox everywhere all at once, wanted to feel every dip and curve of muscle, every inch of his skin, every fine hair. And as much as he wanted to keep holding Maddy and never let go, he couldn’t help the frustration of being bound so tightly, of not being able to wrap both of his arms around Maddox and hold him closer. “Baby,” he whispered, smiling when Maddox shuddered again and went still. “Maddy?”

But Maddox didn’t move, already sleeping. Jake huffed a small laugh and shifted from under Maddox, arranging him so Jake could reach into the nightstand, praying to the sex gods he’d find something to clean them with. Tissues would have to do. He wiped them down as well as he could and tucked the blanket around Maddy, pausing for one small, chaste kiss to the corner of Maddox’s mouth.

Maddox was, as always, even in his rumpled and exhausted state, the most beautiful thing Jake had ever seen. He brushed Maddox’s hair back from his eyes, wrapped his arm around him, and fell almost instantly to sleep.

He pulled frozen air into his lungs, the moon hidden by clouds, casting a faint silver glow, the only light in the depths of the woods. Except there…there were fireflies everywhere. No. Not everywhere—just around him.

Oh Gods.

How could he be there again? How could this be happening?

He was there, though. And he wasn’t.

He was himself. And he wasn’t.

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