“Fuck.” Jacob was already breathing hard, body way closer to the edge than he liked. “If you’re serious about fucking, you might wanna slow down.”
“You’re giving me lectures about speed when I’ve got your dick in my mouth?” Linc pulled back to speak, jacking Jacob with his hand. “Mr. Faster-Faster-Faster? You want slow?”
He tortured Jacob with featherlight teases from his fingers and a few well-placed licks undoubtedly designed to ensure he had no brain cells left to answer with.
“Just...saying...if I come quickly...too sensitive to fuck...need time.” At least that had been his experience in the past, but then Linc had gone and made all his past experience with fucking totally irrelevant the night before, redefining what good felt like.
“Noted.” Linc went right back to sucking, same speed, same rhythm, even deeper suction now, intent clear. And hell if Jacob could continue to hold back. His head fell against the soft gray fabric of the couch, legs spreading wider to give Linc more access. Unlike how he’d jerked himself off while blowing Linc, here he got Linc’s undivided, single-minded attention, and it made it impossible to hold anything back. Every sensation was magnified—the bite of Linc’s fingers into his hipbone, the heat of his mouth, the friction of his tongue, the deviousness of his touch, delving lower, finding still-pleasantly-sore nerve endings from the night before.
He reached for Linc’s head but received a stern look before his hands even connected. “Hands behind your head. I’ll get you there.”
“No worries there.” Jacob’s voice was shaky now, as wobbly as his insides. He complied, not sure how he felt about the strangely vulnerable posture, except his cock seemed plenty on board with the command, dick pulsing as soon as he laced his hands behind his neck.
And Linc was as good as his word, doubling down, fingers rubbing, mouth pulling hard and approving noises escaping as Jacob let go of everything other than this right here. Every doubt, every uncertainty, all replaced by need and moans, until climax was slamming into him, not able to do much more than a muttered warning. Linc didn’t stop, sucked him right through the aftershocks until the attention was just this side of too much. But still he held the position, didn’t shove at him, waited to see what Linc wanted. Trusted Linc not to push him too far.
Wise decision, because Linc released him with a series of gentle licks and touches that only magnified the last waves of pleasure. Then Linc flopped down next to him on the couch, cock already out and in his fist.
“I can...help.” Jacob licked his dry lips, tried to find more of a voice.
“Good.” Still in bossy mode, he grabbed Jacob’s hand, brought it to his cock, but kept his own there too, guiding the rhythm and pressure. It should have been stifling, but instead it was hot, the way Linc kept all the control for himself, even as his head tipped back, low growls and grunts filling the room.
“Later...gonna fuck you...right here.” Linc’s voice was a raspy promise.
“Yeah, you are. Come on,” he urged, his own body responding to the tension in Linc’s.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He squeezed Jacob’s hand tighter, increasing the pace as his body stiffened and came all over their joined hands.
“Mmm. Damn.” Jacob stretched when Linc released his hand, bumping their shoulders together, not exactly a cuddle, but needing to keep contact with Linc, not break this spell. But then Linc groaned and pulled off his T-shirt, used it to clean off both their hands and gave him a pointed look, evaporating a lot of those good feelings.
“Now we talk.” Linc’s tone was resigned and his eyes were distant.
“Do you have to sound like I dragged you into getting off? Pretty sure that was you enthusiastically participating.”
“It was.” Linc sounded pained. “But we’ve gotta get a few things straight. Can’t keep fucking around and hating ourselves after and still doing it again.”
“Speak for yourself. I don’t hate myself.” Jacob scooted away as he zipped up his fly. God, could Linc make him feel worse? The last thing he wanted was Linc upset. “It’s just sex. Sex we’re long overdue on having. And okay, I was wrong about once being enough to get it out of my system, but I’m not going to beat myself up over that, not going to feel guilty for wanting you, for ending up here. There are plenty of things I regret, plenty of shortcomings I’d like to correct, but not this.”
“Fair enough.” Linc exhaled hard.
“But you do.” He didn’t make it a question. “You hate yourself for wanting me, and for what? Some promise you made more than half of a decade ago?”
It was dicey, even alluding to Wyatt, but it had to be done. However, that didn’t stop the sour feeling in his gut or his sudden need to study Linc’s bare white walls.