Burn Zone (Hotshots 1) - Page 44
“Netflix and chill. Duh.” He patted the couch next to him. “With cake.”
“You wanna watch TV?” Linc struggled to keep up.
“Well, that and the couch sex you promised me. But I figured that stripping down in your kitchen as soon as we were done eating might shock the dogs. Besides, this is classier.”
“Yeah,” Linc agreed even though he could usually give a fuck about class. But it was also more of that “date” feeling that he was still coming to terms with craving, more romantic, what with a single plate of cake to share, sitting too close, one of Jacob’s legs draped over his thighs, fighting over what show to pick.
But he couldn’t argue with how much sweeter Jacob’s lips tasted when they finally got around to the kissing, partway into a show about jungle survival, after they finished off the cake and joked around about the fake parts of the show. After Jacob bumped his shoulder, clear intent in his eyes, and after Linc hadn’t been able to resist another second.
“See?” Jacob laughed against Linc’s cheek. “I am capable of slow. You should be proud of me.”
“Gold star for waiting.” Linc growled as he was the one to go fast, shoving Jacob’s shirt up and off, attacking his collarbone as he pushed him back against the couch. They wriggled out of their clothes between kisses, T-shirts and jeans and boxers all raining to the floor. He’d had a notion of bending Jacob over the back of the couch or maybe having Jacob ride his dick while sitting, but now that they were here, being pressed together like this, skin-to-skin, felt like everything he’d ever needed.
Show forgotten, they made out like a pair of horny teens, hands and lips roving with more enthusiasm than finesse. Even little sensations were thrilling—the rub of their bare stomachs together, the rasp of their fuzzy legs dragging against each other, the strain of his biceps, stretching to wrap Jacob up even tighter. Their cocks bumped and rubbed, random glancing contact, not purposeful grinding, not yet, but it was enough to have them both moaning.
“Fuck.” Jacob’s long fingers dug into Linc’s ass, pulling them tighter together. “Kissing you is a fucking drug. I shouldn’t be this close...”
“Good. Love you close.” Linc started more deliberate thrusts, rewarded by Jacob’s head falling back, eyes glassy, lips parted like another kiss was the one thing he wanted most. And Linc could give it to him, could kiss him until they were both breathless all over again.
“Wait...” Jacob panted. “Aren’t we supposed to be fucking?”
“Are we?” Linc carefully nibbled on Jacob’s neck. He wasn’t sure what his obsession was with that particular patch of skin. Maybe it was how Jacob always shivered. Or maybe it was how he smelled and tasted so perfectly Jacob right there.
“Don’t...want to...leave you hanging.”
“You won’t. We’ll get to the fucking.” And they would, a fresh thrill racing through him at the realization that they didn’t have to cram everything into tonight. They’d have more chances. Shower sex on Sunday. Maybe some late-night hookup next week. More chances to do everything he’d craved for years. “Right now, I want this.”
Linc shifted his weight so he could get a hand between them, stroke them both off. Catching on, Jacob’s hand joined his, creating a tight channel for their dicks.
“Not opposed to this plan,” Jacob groaned, body surging upward to meet their joined hands. “Fuck. Everything about you gets me off.”
“You’re telling me.” Watching Jacob’s face was almost hotter than fucking, a feast for the senses—the heat in his blue eyes, the flush on his pale skin, the tightness around his mouth, the softness of his mouth as he moaned again.
Needing something slicker but not wanting to dash for the bedroom, he brought his hand up to Jacob’s mouth. “Lick.”
“Oh, yeah.” Jacob got his fingers and palm good and slick, each movement of his mouth a reminder of the way he’d sucked Linc off the day before.
“God, that feels good.” His whole body exhaled as he returned his newly slick hand to their dicks, stroking faster now, enjoying the slide of their flesh together. For all his raving about how hung Linc was, Jacob wasn’t that much smaller, maybe not quite as wide, but with a plump oval head that felt amazing against the underside of Linc’s cock.
“Linc.” Jacob’s eyes squished shut. “Wanna come.”
“Yeah. Get there.” Linc had to groan right along with him when Jacob tightened his grip, increasing the slick friction.
“Kiss me,” Jacob demanded as if Linc would deny him that. As if he could ever deny him more kisses. Their mouths met like it had been years since they’d kissed, not a matter of moments. Jacob’s combination of aggression in the way he sucked on Linc’s tongue and softness in the way he seemed to sink into the kiss allowed Linc do what he wanted, but he met him halfway for all of it. His enthusiasm was enough to have Linc panting, body hurtling toward release.
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