Page 152 of In Too Deep

Not completely. Christ, no.

He slowed it all down.

He kissed his way down Harrison’s neck with a tenderness at odds with everything else about him, his mouth soft and warm while stubble scraped lightly over Harrison’s skin. Harrison slid his fingers into Jake’s hair, watching him move lower, kissing over his chest, his stomach, circling his tongue over his navel before his lips found the old scar beneath it. Calloused hands followed the path of his mouth, smoothing over Harrison’s waist and thighs until Jake settled between his legs and pressed another gentle kiss to the inside of his thigh.

Christ. Harrison could get used to this.

Then Jake hummed against his skin and closed his mouth around his erection.

And fuck…

Harrison dropped back against the pillow, gathering Jake’s curls in both hands and holding them away from his face so he could watch. The last time Jake had done this, it’d been all frantic urgency, Harrison too far gone to register much beyond the wet heat of his mouth. This time, he had the luxury of watching every slow movement.

Jake took his time. Used his tongue. Drew back before taking him deeper into his throat, and those rough hands held Harrison firmly by the thighs while his mouth did things that made coherent thought increasingly difficult.

Christ. Brodie was right.

That arrived unwanted and irritatingly timed.

But it was true. Jake really was that fucking good at this.

So Harrison leaned back to enjoy it, with absolutely no intention of wasting this moment thinking about Jake doing this to someone else.

Then Jake released him with a wet breath and reached blindly for the bedside drawer. Something clattered to the floor. Harrison almost laughed. Then Jake found the lube and coated his fingers, taking Harrison back into his mouth. Then those slick fingers smoothed behind his balls, circling his entrance, and Harrison crept towards them before he could stop himself.

God, he wanted this.

Had gone too long without this.

Jake lifted his mouth off from him. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Don’t want you to stop, Jake.” Harrison reached down and gripped his hair. “I want you to fuck me.”

Jake’s breath landed warm against his skin as he smiled. “I can do that.”

Then his mouth was back on him, taking him deep as he gently eased a slick finger inside him. He was careful with it, too. Feeling his way rather than assuming. He knew what he was doing; that much was obvious. What he didn’t know yet was what Harrison could take. What he wanted.

Harrison could fix that.

So he reached down and closed a hand around Jake’s wrist. “More.”

Jake flicked his eyes up to meet his, mouth still wrapped around his cock, then he eased another finger inside him. He followed the pressure, pushing further and curled them. Pleasure punched through Harrison so hard, he bucked his hips from the mattress.

“Oh, fuck.”

Jake stilled for barely a beat.

Then did it again.

Harrison gripped Jake’s wrist, keeping him exactly where he was. “There. Fuck. Again.”

Jake obliged, dragging another broken groan from Harrison.

“Fuck, Jake. More.”

Jake pulled off him, his smile brushing the head of Harrison’s cock. “Just enjoy it.”

Harrison looked down.