Satisfying, page 5
Jacob lost himself in Connolly’s kisses once more, and soon, his flagging erection was starting to rally and he found himself pushing back on Connolly’s finger until it moved easily inside him.
“That’s it. Does that feel good?” Connolly whispered against his lips. Jacob couldn’t answer, could only whine his response as Connolly curled his finger and lights exploded behind Jacob’s eyelids. “There it is. You like that?”
“Yes, do it again. Please?” Jacob begged.
“You don’t have to beg, baby, but fuck, you sound so sweet when you do.” Jacob moaned as Connolly once more applied pressure to that spot that made his eyes roll. “Think you can take another finger?”
“Yes,” Jacob managed before tucking his head underneath Connolly’s chin, his hands clinging to his torso.
This time, it was slightly easier, his body not seizing around Connolly’s finger when it slid in beside the first. There was still a slight sting, but it disappeared almost as quickly as it came. Jacob kissed Connolly’s chest and his throat, unable to quell the need to get closer, deeper. It felt like he just couldn’t get close enough. “I want more.” His hand slid lower to wrap around Connolly’s length. “I’m ready.”
“Are you sure? There’s no rush. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s going to hurt either way. But I’m ready. I swear. I just want to feel you inside me. Like you said.”
“Fuck. I can’t say no to you. On your back.”
Jacob rolled over, watching greedily as Connolly knelt between his knees, slicking up his cock. Some part of Jacob was unable to comprehend how all of Connolly’s cock would fit inside him, but he wanted to find out.
Connolly was so much bigger than him in every way that Jacob wasn’t sure how they’d even manage logistics wise, but Connolly didn’t have the same worries. He braced himself above Jacob. “Put your legs around my waist.”
Accomplishing that brought Jacob’s hips off the bed slightly, and then the head of Connolly’s cock was snug against his entrance. No matter how thick Connolly’s fingers were, it was nothing compared to his cock. As soon as he breached that first ring of muscle, Jacob panicked at the intense burning, his fingers digging into Connolly’s biceps, unable to stop the startled cry that fell from his lips.
“Shh,” Connolly crooned. “I’ve got you. Just try to relax. We’re going to stay right here until you’re ready. Or we can stop right now. Your choice.”
Jacob could feel tears welling in his eyes, but he blinked them away.
Connolly kissed Jacob’s slack mouth. “Do you want to stop?”
“No. Just give me a minute.”
“We’ve got all the time in the world.”
That wasn’t exactly true. In a few hours, the storm would end, the courthouse would open, and they would have their marriage annulled. He didn’t want this to be their only memory. Pain and fear and sadness.
Connolly peppered kisses along any bit of skin he could reach while he told Jacob things he never thought any man would say to him. “You’re so sweet. I could spend a week just kissing you. You’re so beautiful. You’re doing so well. I can feel you opening up for me. You’re so hot inside. It’s driving me crazy.”
His words were driving Jacob crazy, so much so that Connolly was fully seated inside him before Jacob even registered the feeling of fullness. Connolly pulled back just a bit before rolling his hips forward. “Do that again,” Jacob said, sounding awed.
Connolly complied, mouth finding Jacob’s as he began to move inside him. It was a foreign feeling, the feeling of being taken. What started out as just the smallest contraction of movements was quickly turning into long driving thrusts that had Jacob craving more. No matter how deep Connolly went, it just never seemed enough to quell the fire burning in his belly.
“Harder,” Jacob begged, too far gone to be embarrassed, rising up to meet each sharp snap of Connolly’s hips.
Connolly gripped Jacob’s knees, practically bending him in half to give him what he needed. The change in angle had every thrust glancing off that tiny bundle of nerves until Jacob couldn’t help the words flowing past his lips. “Oh, God. Oh, wow. Oh… Oh, fuck.”
As soon as the word slipped past his lips, Connolly growled, “Touch yourself. I want to feel you come with me inside you. Show me how you touch yourself when you’re all alone.”
Jacob moaned, but he was already licking his palm, wrapping it around his cock, working himself in time with Connolly’s thrusts. He may have just come, but he was already close to falling over the edge again. Everything about this was turning him on, the sounds of their heavy panting breaths, the slap of skin on skin, the sweat dripping from Connolly’s forehead into Jacob’s open mouth. His second orgasm was just as much of a surprise as the first, and he couldn’t stop the low wail that fell from his lips as his body seized again, every muscle rolling with pleasure as he spilled over his fist for the second time that night.
Connolly ran his fingers through the mess on Jacob’s belly, pushing two fingers into his mouth. Jacob sucked them eagerly, as turned on by the action as he was by the raw primal hunger in Connolly’s gaze as he watched him. Each thrust sent another wave of pleasure through him that was just this side of too much, but it didn’t matter. Three more thrusts and Connolly gave a hoarse shout, his hips falling out of rhythm before he emptied himself inside Jacob and collapsed on top of him.
Jacob laid there, staring at the ceiling, catching his breath, content with the heavy weight of Connolly on top of him. “I know I’ve never done this before, but that was pretty amazing, right?”
Connolly went up on his forearms to look at Jacob. “That was beyond amazing. You were beyond amazing.”
Jacob gave a dopey smile. “When can we do it again?”
Connolly laughed. “I’m an old man. Give me time to recover.”
“We don’t have time. There’s an expiration date on our marriage,” Jacob reminded him.
Connolly gave him a funny look.
“What?” Jacob asked.
“It doesn’t have to have an expiration date.”
Jacob’s heart started to pound once more. “Our marriage?”
Connolly smiled down at Jacob. “Yeah. There’s nothing that says we have to get divorced.”
Jacob bit his bottom lip. Did he even dare to dream that somebody like him and somebody like Connolly could be a forever kind of thing? “So, what? We’d just stay married? What if we end up hating each other?”
Connolly pushed Jacob’s sweat-damp hair from his forehead. “I can’t imagine ever hating you.”
“I can’t imagine ever hating you either. But can you see yourself loving me?”
“Without a doubt,” Connolly said without hesitation. “Honestly, I don’t know how the whole world doesn’t love you.”
“I don’t have a job,” Jacob said. “And I snore. And I sometimes sleepwalk in the middle of the night and make peanut butter sandwiches and leave the knife in the peanut butter.”
“None of that matters to me. Why don’t we just take it one day at a time? If things don’t work out…then we get the divorce.”
“What will people say?” Jacob asked.
“Who the fuck cares what other people think? I haven’t felt this good around another person in years, and I don’t want to give it up. I don’t want to give you up.”
Jacob smiled. “I don’t want to give you up either.”
“Then let’s not. I have this funny feeling like you and I could end up being a thing.”
Jacob frowned. “What kind of thing.”
Connolly shook his head. “The best kind. The forever kind.”
It was crazy. The whole thing was crazy, and the odds were stacked against them, and there were a million reasons why Jacob should say no and only one reason for him to say yes. And that reason was simply because he wanted to. He wanted to be Connolly’s forever kind of love.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay. I want to do forever with you.”
18 months later
Jacob bounced on his heels at the counter of the tiny cabin kitchen, trying to burn off some of the nervous energy coursing through him. He watched through the window as Killian pulled their suitcases from the back of Jacob’s silver Jeep SUV. He’d originally planned on talking to him in the car about the news he had, the news currently burning a hole in the pocket of his black joggers. The news that currently made his stomach slosh each time he thought about it.
Outside, the sun was high in a brilliant blue cloudless sky. The temperature was warm enough for shorts and t-shirts and taking a dip in the creek after dinner, much different than the winter months where they tended to spend their time bundled up under the covers or in front of the fireplace. Jacob loved the cabin all year round, but they tended to do more family things in the warmer months.
In the spring, they’d come up on weekends to visit his nephews and go hiking with Robby and Calder and Rebecca, Robby and Jacob’s sister. Jacob saw Rebecca more than the others. She helped run Robby’s various outreach programs and had asked for Jacob to volunteer a few days a week. That was a year ago. Jacob now worked there full-time for a meager salary, but he loved the work. There were so many people in need out there, and it was nice to know he could find ways to help that didn’t involve belonging to any specific church or dogma. He loved helping people.
Killian pushed the door open and dropped the two suitcases and the overnight right inside the door, pretending to be out of breath. “What do you need two suitcases for? We’re only going to be here a week.”
Jacob gave him a knowing smirk. “I like to have options. You seemed really fond of the options I packed last time. The naughty nurse one especially.”
Killian’s returning grin was wolf-like. He stalked closer, pressing himself against Jacob, wrapping his arms around him from behind, curling over him to murmur, “Will that nurse be making another appearance?”
Jacob wrapped his arms around his husband’s neck. “Uh, no. I had to throw it away by the time you were done with it, remember? But play your cards right and there’s a french maid who really wants to fluff your pillows.”
When Killian’s lips found his, he deepened the kiss, knowing full well this was going to end up with one or both of them naked.
“This place always makes you so horny,” Jacob whispered as Killian scraped his teeth along the tendon where his neck and shoulder met.
Killian’s voice was a low growl. “You make me horny. I just know when we’re here, far away from the city and the shared walls of our apartment, you are so much more likely to scream for me.”
Jacob blushed. “I do not scream. I am not a screamer.”
Killian bit his ear. “That wasn’t you riding me the last time we were here, begging for my cock to go deeper, harder? What was it you said?”
Jacob shivered as Killian’s tongue traced the shell of his ear. “I don’t remember.”
Killian fisted Jacob’s hair hard enough to hurt just a little. “Try.”
Jacob had discovered a number of things about his wants and needs since Killian had fucked him slow and sweet all those months ago. Jacob had a praise kink. He liked to be taken care of. He liked just the littlest hint of pain with his pleasure. And, sometimes, just sometimes—“Fuck me, Daddy,” Jacob admitted breathlessly—he had a Daddy kink.
Killian’s free hand slid up under Jacob’s t-shirt, teasing his nipples with his nails. “That’s right. My sweet little boy with his delicate sensibilities and refusal to say bad words was begging for it, using curse words that would make a sailor blush. So fucking dirty.”
“You love it,” Jacob reminded, pushing his ass back against Killian’s zipper.
Killian had a few kinks of his own, namely hearing Jacob use curse words he’d never dare utter with his clothes on. One well placed F-bomb was sometimes enough to make Killian come almost on command. It was a heady power, and Jacob wasn’t ashamed to admit he abused it frequently.
“I do love it. I love you.” Killian pushed Jacob’s joggers down to his thighs, teasing his fingers between the furrow between Jacob’s cheeks. “Can I, baby?”
“Have I ever said no to you?” Jacob countered, bending slightly and spreading his legs.
Killian gave him another filthy kiss before reaching for something on the counter.
“Olive oil? Again?” Jacob tsked. “I thought you were going to put lube in the junk drawer after the last time we did it in the kitchen. I smelled like Olive Garden for the rest of the day.” The last word went up an octave as Killian slid two slick fingers into Jacob’s hole. “Oh, God,” he moaned, working himself back on Killian’s fingers, still slightly open from their morning romp in the shower before they got on the road to the cabin.
When Killian pulled his fingers free, Jacob turned, shoving his joggers down and off before pulling Killian’s cock out, using the oil to jerk him roughly. Killian picked Jacob up, impaling him on his thick cock. The sound Jacob made wasn’t a scream but it also wasn’t quite human.
Killian loved it when he could make Jacob go non-verbal. He told him all the time how much those sounds drove him crazy in the best possible way. And he was right about the cabin. Here, there was nobody to disturb as Killian pounded him into the mattress or, in this case, the cabinets.
There was no finesse. Nothing warm or sweet about their joining. Killian braced Jacob’s back against the counter and used him, driving up into him while Jacob kept one arm around his neck and the other stroking himself in time with Killian’s thrusts. It wasn’t a marathon, more like a sprint, over and done in minutes, leaving them both sweaty and sticky on the kitchen floor.
“I smell like a pasta salad again,” Jacob complained, head lying on Killian’s soft tummy.
Ever since he’d stopped fighting competitively, his workout routines seemed to consist of mostly chest, back, arms, and legs. He said he didn’t need an eighteen pack to protect pampered celebrities. That was fine with Jacob. He liked Killian’s little paunch and used it regularly as a pillow. He was absolutely perfect as far as Jacob was concerned.
Killian chuckled. “We’ll shower in a little bit. I just need to catch my breath.”
Jacob’s stomach sloshed, anxiety creeping back in. “Well, since we’re just lying around, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Uh-oh. The last time you said that, there was a litter of kittens in our bathtub,” Killian reminded him.
“And you loved each and every one of them until we found them a good home,” Jacob said, refusing to sit up and look at Killian. Why was this so hard? It wasn’t like they hadn’t discussed this before, even if it was in abstract musings instead of concrete assurances.
“You know how we’ve been talking about starting a family?” Jacob asked.
Killian’s stomach rose and fell beneath Jacob’s head as he took a big breath and blew it out. “Well, I know you’re not going to tell me you’re pregnant, so what’s going on, baby? Why do you sound two seconds away from telling me you’re leaving me for another man?”
Jacob finally pushed himself into a sitting position, turning to face Killian, sitting criss-cross applesauce between his spread thighs. He opened his mouth to talk but ended up just biting his lip and looking away. He’d practiced this a million times yesterday, but now, it was like the words just wouldn’t come.
Killian used his thumb to pull his abused lip from between his teeth. “Talk to me. What’s happening here? We’ve talked about starting a family. If you’re ready to actually start making the phone calls, we can do that.”
“It’s not that,” Jacob started. “I mean it is that, but not that specifically. Like, yes, it’s about starting a family but not about, like, a surrogate or adoption. Well, it’s kind of about adoption—”
Killian cut him off. “Baby, you’re babbling. Talk to me. What did you do? There’s not a pile of babies at home in our bathtub, right?” he teased.
Jacob looked up at Killian with wide eyes. “No, of course not. I didn’t do anything…yet.” At Killian’s stern look, Jacob gave a big sigh. “Okay, you know how I’ve been working with Rebecca down at the center, right?”
“Uh-huh,” Killian said carefully.
“So, over the last few months, Rebecca has been working with a teen girl who hasn’t had the best life, and she’s had problems with drugs and was living on the streets off and on, and she even had a baby at sixteen…”
Killian’s brows made a run for his hairline. “You want us to take in a teenage girl?”
Jacob frowned. “What? No. I mean, maybe someday, but that’s not… Just let me get this out.”
Killian gave him a look. “I’m trying, baby, but you’re really going around your ass to get to your elbow with this story, and you’re scaring me a little.”
Jacob’s heart was hammering against his ribs, and his mouth was like paste. He hadn’t expected this to be so hard. He didn’t want to hurt Killian, but he wasn’t sure how he’d feel about what Jacob was about to propose. “I’m not trying to scare you. I’m trying to protect you.”
“I’m a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier. I can take care of myself. Unless you’re trying to tell me you fell in love with that teenage runaway, in which case we have much bigger problems than my reaction to the news.”
Jacob rolled his eyes at the absurdity of the idea, but he didn’t miss Killian’s sigh of relief. “So…this girl…Natalie. She’s been in and out of the center for the last few months, showing up here and there, going to the free clinic to get her methadone and get tested because she’s been turning tricks for money. Then she just disappeared. Until five days ago.”
Killian’s rough palms gripped Jacob’s calves, squeezing reassuringly. “What happened five days ago?”
“She OD’d,” Jacob said, blinking back tears.
“Jesus.”
