Satisfying, page 4
They put the rest of the ornaments up in silence, but that didn’t stop Connolly from putting his hands on Jacob any chance he got, whether it was brushing against him to get past him, pressing himself against Jacob’s back under the guise of reaching a spot higher on the tree, or just letting their fingertips brush as they reached for the same ornament. Each tiny touch sent a spark of awareness through Connolly until his whole body was tuned to Jacob’s.
Lying in bed, under the covers, was going to be an exercise in patience and self control. He didn’t want to push Jacob into something he wasn’t ready for, but the idea of stripping him bare, acquainting himself with every inch of Jacob’s body, had his cock straining against his zipper, something else that had never happened before. He didn’t fuck with virgins. Not that he’d really stumbled across that many in his travels. But the idea of somebody else being Jacob’s first, the thought of somebody rushing him or hurting him or just using him and leaving unleashed a mutinous rage in Connolly’s blood. Jacob’s first time should be with somebody who would take their time, who would take care of him. Jacob’s first time should be with Connolly. If that was what he wanted.
Was that what Jacob wanted? Each time Connolly looked at him, he’d blush and give him a shy smile that went straight to his dick. It was addictive. There was no other word for it. Jacob was addictive. Connolly had always attracted a certain type of person, male or female. The relationships he’d formed had always been with people who’d been hardened and jaded by life. Heavy-drinking, cynical, always down for a quick fuck and a quicker goodbye. But Jacob had been through the worst life had to offer.
According to Robby, Jacob had gotten the worst of the abuse. Being the oldest boy had put a target on his back. Connolly couldn’t imagine living through that. Raised in a cult, forced into the closet, brainwashed into believing the abuse heaped on him by his parents was perfectly normal. Yet, he was still so soft. He cried for a stranger. He still dreamed of having a happily ever after with somebody who would cherish him. Connolly couldn’t remember ever feeling like that was something he deserved.
“Ta-da.”
Connolly looked up just as Jacob plugged in the lights, standing to gesture at the brightly lit tree. “It’s perfect,” he said, smiling. Jacob’s mood was infectious.
Jacob stood back and frowned. “Wait. There’s no tree topper. You don’t have a star or an angel or nothing?”
Connolly thought back to all the former Christmases. “I don’t remember. I guess not.”
“We need to have a tree topper,” Jacob insisted. Then, suddenly, his eyes went wide and he grinned. “Wait. I have an idea.”
Connolly watched as Jacob practically vaulted over the coffee table and disappeared, returning almost immediately with the weird crocheted toilet paper doll that had lived on the back of the toilet for at least a decade. Connolly was certain the toilet paper hidden beneath its skirt was at least that old, if not older.
“Here!” he thrust the doll with its crocheted blonde pigtails and garish red dress towards Connolly. “I can’t reach.”
Connolly didn’t take the doll. Instead, he spun Jacob around and stooped to wrap his arms around his thighs, hoisting him up to reach the top. Jacob gasped in surprise, but he managed the task, shoving the top of the tree through the roll of toilet paper which worked far better than it probably should have.
“I think it’s kind of cute,” Jacob said.
Connolly gave a murmur of agreement, but he was far more focused on the sleek curve of Jacob’s ass pressed against his chest. He really was pint-sized perfection, flawlessly proportioned in every way.
“Um…I’m done.”
Connolly didn’t set him down, just loosened his grip so Jacob would slide down Connolly’s body. Once his feet touched the ground, Connolly was loath to release him. He just wanted to keep hold of him. Jacob didn’t fight to get free, just turned in his arms. He looked up at Connolly with what looked like a hopeful expression.
“Is it time to go to bed yet?” he asked, sounding a little breathless.
“Yeah, I think it is.”
“This movie is really old,” Jacob said conversationally.
Connolly laughed, but the truth was, he couldn’t bring himself to give one single fuck about the movie. At some point in the first hour of the film, Jacob had made himself at home on his belly with his head at the foot of the bed, right between Connolly’s open legs, feet resting on either side of his thighs.
Connolly was sure Jacob had no idea what he was doing to him; he couldn’t possibly understand how the sight of him on his stomach, legs spread, his head resting on his hands was doing things to Connolly. Jacob chatted idly, blissfully unaware, as what used to be Connolly’s favorite movie became the soundtrack to his aching cock and insane horniness. If he didn’t touch Jacob soon, he might go insane.
Jacob turned his head to look over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes and wrinkling his nose. “Are you looking at my butt?” he asked, tone teasing.
“Maybe. It’s kind of hard to miss,” Connolly countered, running his hands up under Jacob’s pant legs to touch his calves.
Jacob wiggled his ass. “Is that a good thing?”
“You know it is, you little tease.”
Jacob batted his lashes at Connolly and blushed. “Teasing would be telling you that I’m still wearing the buttless underwear.”
Connolly couldn’t take it anymore, he lurched forward, blanketing himself over Jacob, sliding his hands down his arms to lace their fingers together. “You aren’t playing fair, elf.” Jacob gasped, and Connolly couldn’t help but ask, “Am I hurting you?”
Jacob shook his head. “No.” He arched his back, his ass rubbing against Connolly’s obvious erection. “I can just…feel you.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Connolly asked, reversing Jacob’s earlier question.
Jacob gave a shuddery sigh before craning his head until his lips were close to Connolly’s jaw. “I like that I turn you on. I just don’t know what to do about it.”
“We can do whatever you want to do about it. We can do nothing or everything or somewhere in-between. You just need to tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen.”
Jacob’s tongue darted out to lick his lips. “I want it all. I want you to do it all…to me.”
“Fuck, you really are an angel,” Connolly muttered before capturing Jacob’s lips in a kiss that started soft and sweet and ended with Jacob rubbing himself back on Connolly’s cock, whining into his mouth. “Can I undress you?”
Jacob looked a little leery, but he nodded. “I hear that’s how it’s done.”
Connolly grinned, kissing him once more. “Not always.” He sat up, straddling Jacob’s hips as he pulled the hoodie over his head and dropped it over the edge of the mattress. He ran his hands along the smooth expanse of Jacob’s back, noting the constellations of freckles dotting his shoulders.
He leaned back in, tilting Jacob’s head so he could whisper in his ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful. You know that?”
Jacob didn’t answer, seemed incapable, but he offered more of his skin for Connolly’s mouth, and Connolly took what was offered, dragging his lips down Jacob’s throat to the nape of his neck.
“Oh, wow,” Jacob moaned when Connolly bit down gently. He couldn’t help but smile. Jacob really didn’t hold anything back.
Connolly kissed his way down Jacob’s spine before sliding off to kneel between his legs. When he hooked his fingers in the waistband of his pants, Jacob arched up so he could pull them down. Connolly had every intention of stripping his pajama pants off, but he couldn’t help but stop and grip Jacob’s bare ass, framed perfectly by the white straps with the red and green stripes. “Fuck.” He wanted to bury his face between his cheeks, taste the heart of him, but he was afraid of going too far too fast. “Are you okay? If you don’t like something or you want me to stop, just say the word.”
“Don’t stop.”
Connolly finished removing Jacob’s pants, sending them flying. He kissed the inside of either one of his ankles, the backs of his knees, ran his thumbs along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. “Are you sure?”
Jacob was rubbing himself against the mattress. “Don’t tease me.”
Connolly settled between Jacob’s legs, pulling his hips up and rubbing his palm over his cock. He was already leaking through his underwear. He was so sweet. So responsive. It was a heady thing to have this kind of effect on a person. He wrapped his arms around Jacob’s thighs to keep them open before pulling him apart. Even his hole was pretty. He leaned forward, licking a stripe from his balls to his entrance.
“Oh… Oh, wow. Do that again, please?”
As if Connolly could not. He laved over Jacob’s hole, using his whimpers and moans and gasps of surprise to let him know what he really liked. When he speared his tongue against the tight ring of muscle, Jacob whined, reaching back and gripping Connolly’s hair, forcing him closer.
“Greedy,” Connolly said against his skin.
“Why does that feel so good?” Jacob mused, sounding like he wasn’t really talking to anybody.
Connolly pulled back, chuckling at Jacob’s whine of disappointment. “Don’t worry, baby. I got you. We’re just getting started. Roll over for me.”
Jacob did without question, and Connolly slid his underwear down and off, marveling at Jacob’s cock, just as pretty and pink and perfectly proportioned as the rest of him. Connolly took him in hand, and Jacob lifted his head to look at Connolly and then this hand. “Oh, God. I’m… I’m definitely not going to last.”
“I don’t want you to,” Connolly told him, gathering the fluid from Jacob’s cock and smearing it across the crown, concentrating all his attention just on the tip. Jacob’s eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open as he did his best to try to make Connolly’s hand move. But that wasn’t what he had in mind. He leaned forward, taking Jacob’s cock down to the root, sucking his way back up. That was it. Jacob cried out, his cum flooding Connolly’s tongue before he swallowed it down.
When he pulled off, Jacob looked embarrassed. “Sorry. I didn’t know that was going to happen.”
Connolly grinned at him, crawling up his body to give him a kiss, letting him taste himself on Connolly’s tongue. “I did,” he promised.
Jacob’s heart was racing, and his whole body shivered like he was cold. He’d had orgasms before, had jerked off in the dark by himself with nothing more than his own vanilla fantasies featuring some faceless man who would make him feel good. Nothing compared to this, to Connolly. He whispered to Jacob that he was perfect and touched him like he was precious, but he looked at him like he was hungry and Jacob was meat, and that combination was something he could have never imagined, not even in his wildest fantasies. There was no place in Jacob’s brain that had ever thought somebody like Connolly could want somebody like him.
“Can… Can I touch you?” Jacob asked.
“Sweetheart, I can say with almost a hundred percent certainty that I’d let you stab me if you asked while looking at me the way you’re looking at me right now.”
Jacob’s eyes widened, and he blushed furiously. “I would rather just have you naked.”
Connolly stood, pinning Jacob in place with his gaze, catching his collar in one hand and pulling it over his head in one fluid motion. Jacob bit down on his lower lip to keep the whimper that threatened to escape at bay. Connolly grinned like he could read Jacob’s mind, but there was no way he could even begin to understand the complicated feelings piling up in his brain.
Connolly was such a…man. He was broad shouldered, barrel chested, thick armed with just the slightest hint of a belly. Jacob was sure he’d noticed all those things just hours before, but he had been far too worried to truly appreciate how ruggedly beautiful the man was. Jacob wanted to run his fingers through the hair on his chest and belly, wanted to feel it beneath his palms.
Connolly thumbed open the button and zipper on his jeans, sliding them down and off, revealing he had no underwear on beneath. Jacob was moving before he really truly registered his own motion, crawling to the edge of the mattress so he could slide his hands over Connolly’s chest, scraping his nails over the stiff peaks of his nipples. Connolly’s erection bobbed close to Jacob’s face. It was built just like the rest of Connolly, hard and thick, nestled in dark curls. Jacob leaned forward and placed an open mouth kiss just above the spot where Jacob most wanted to put his mouth.
Connolly groaned, his hands coming to rest on Jacob’s shoulders, gripping him tight. He tried again, dragging his lips lower to kiss the spot where Connolly’s hip and thigh met.
“Fuck.”
Jacob’s chest swelled, warmth filling him. He’s made Connolly utter that curse. His touch. His mouth. He wanted to make him do it again. He pushed him back a tiny bit, earning a confused look a second before he slipped off the bed and onto his knees. He ran his hands up Connolly’s thick thighs, the coarse hair tickling his palms as he gazed up at him. “Can I?”
“Yeah, baby.”
Being called ‘baby’ had never been a thing Jacob had ever thought he’d want, but every time Connolly said it, a shiver of awareness rolled over him. He wanted to be Connolly’s baby more than he wanted his next breath. He had no idea what he was doing. He took Connolly in his hand, familiarizing himself with the heavy weight, the thick vein that ran along the shaft, the almost purple head that was wet at the tip. Jacob leaned forward, licking over his slit, gathering the fluid on his tongue, reveling in the salty taste of him.
Connolly groaned, and Jacob’s eyes darted upward. “I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
Connolly’s look could have melted every inch of snow outside. “You want me to help you?”
Jacob’s cock twitched at the low rumble of Connolly’s voice and the raw passion in his look. He wanted to say yes, but he found he could only nod.
“Can you open your mouth for me, baby?” Jacob did as he was told, keeping his gaze locked on Connolly. “That’s so good. That’s perfect.”
Connolly took his cock in hand, rubbing the head of it across Jacob’s lips. Jacob eagerly licked the taste from his lips before opening his mouth once more. This time, Connolly fed the tip of his cock to Jacob.
“Suck it.”
Jacob closed his lips around the crown, sucking eagerly, the sloppy sound of his sucking turning him on and embarrassing him in equal measure.
“That’s good. That’s so good, baby. You’re doing so well.”
Connolly’s words were a balm to his embarrassment, making Jacob want to please him, want to hear that what he was doing was making him feel good.
“Can you take a little more?”
Jacob slid his lips farther down his shaft before drawing back up with the same suction Connolly had used on him. His hands clenched in Jacob’s hair, and Jacob moaned around his cock. That was definitely something else Jacob liked.
Connolly slid his cock in and out of Jacob’s mouth in short, shallow thrusts. He ran his hands along Connolly’s thighs, his hips, the firm globes of his butt. Suddenly, Connolly moved back. Jacob’s gaze cut sharply upwards, heartbeat tripping in his chest. “Did I do it wrong?”
“No. No, you did it right. Too right. I’m not done with you yet. When I come, I want it to be inside of you. Is that okay?”
Jacob’s mouth fell open, and it was like he’d lost his ability to speak. He nodded.
Connolly pulled him to his feet. “I need to hear you say it. Are you okay with us taking this all the way?”
“Yes. I want that. I’m just…nervous.”
“You know how all this works, right?” Connolly asked.
Any tension Jacob felt bubbled out of him in a laugh. “I was raised on a farm. I know how sex works. I also have a brother who’s shockingly open about his sex life for a preacher.”
Connolly smiled, running a thumb across his cheek before pausing. “Shit, I don’t have condoms. I’m negative, but I understand if that’s a line you don’t want to cross.”
Jacob didn’t hesitate. “I don’t care. I trust you. I know that sounds stupid. We’re strangers. But I just do. Is that okay?”
Connolly gently pushed Jacob back onto the bed, following him down. “Yes, it’s okay with me.”
He watched as Connolly opened the dresser drawer beside his head and grabbed a small tube of something and dropped it on the bed before laying down beside him.
Jacob wasn’t sure what he expected. In television shows, sex always seemed rough and frantic, but when Connolly rolled onto his side, he kissed Jacob like they had forever. He wanted to kiss Connolly forever. It was so easy to get lost in the slow slide of his lips and the way his tongue dipped into his mouth, coaxing his to do the same.
Jacob could feel his cock hardening again and couldn’t help but turn his body into Connolly’s, rubbing himself against whatever hard plain he could find on Connolly’s body until their kisses turned frantic and Jacob was all but begging for more.
Connolly rolled away from him for a moment, and there was the snap of the cap opening and closing, then he was back, hitching Jacob’s leg over his hip, snaking his hand down between his legs. Jacob couldn’t help but gasp at the feel of cold gel and Connolly’s finger massaging his hole. He captured Jacob’s mouth once more as he slipped his finger inside, not deep but just enough to cause Jacob to whimper against his lips.
“Try to relax, baby. We’re going to take this nice and slow. Okay?”
Jacob could only nod. He was too busy trying to convince his body that he wanted this invasion. And he did. In theory. He wasn’t stupid. He knew it would hurt a bit at first, but his muscles just weren’t getting the message. Connolly didn’t move the finger inside him, just placed kisses anywhere his lips fell--Jacob’s forehead, his eyelids, his lips.
