Page 153 of In Too Deep

Jake chuckled.

His own bloody words, thrown straight back at him.

Cocky bastard.

So Harrison held his gaze and brought out the voice Jake had already discovered he responded particularly well to. The one that silenced an incident room without Harrison ever needing to raise it. “I said more.”

Jake’s smile vanished.

And he pushed his fingers deeper, finding that same spot again as his other hand closed around Harrison’s thigh. Once. Twice. Again.

Harrison fell back onto the pillow. “Yeah. Fuck. Like that.” Pleasure rolled low and hot, and he tightened his fingers in those dark curls, guiding that wicked mouth back to his cock. “Come here. Put your mouth on me.”

“Christ.” Jake shuffled into a better position. “You really do know exactly what you want.”

“Yeah, I do.” Harrison waited until those blue eyes lifted to his. “You.”

Jake’s eyes darkened, then he closed his mouth around Harrison again. And with his fingers working him in a steady rhythm, he sucked him deeper into his throat, and Harrison’s control faltered. He had to grip the sheets as he fought the urge to raise his hips and fuck Jake’s mouth.

God, he wanted this.

Needed it.

He hadn’t realised quite how much he’d missed it.

Then the heat vanished.

Jake pulled off, getting up on his knees, breathing hard. “You want me?”

Christ, after all that? Course he fucking did.

“Yeah.” He glanced down to Jake’s cock brushing his thigh, hard and waiting, leaking at the tip. “I do.”

“I can use condoms if you need. I have some.”

Harrison shook his head. They’d already covered the practicalities. “No. Just you.”

Jake searched his face. “You sure?”

“Get inside me, Jake.”

A smile tugged at Jake’s mouth, then he reached for the lube again. His hands weren’t quite steady as he slicked his length, but there was nothing uncertain about the way he reached for Harrison afterwards. And he hooked one arm beneath his thigh, then the other, and dragged him firmly down the mattress to spread him wider.

Fuck.

Yes.

Harrison tilted his hips. “Slow.”

Jake settled between his thighs, lining himself up. “Slow it is, then.” He pushed forward.

And God…the first press of Jake’s cock against his entrance made Harrison’s breath catch. Then the pressure built as Jake eased into him a little at a time. Christ, it was almost too slow. But Harrison had asked for it, and the bastard was apparently going to make him stick to it.

So Harrison flung his legs around him. “Push in. I won’t break.”

Jake swallowed hard, then eased in the rest of the way until he was buried to the hilt. He stopped there, and for a moment neither of them moved. Harrison could feel every inch of him, eyes locked on Jake as they both tried to breathe through it.

“Fuck, Jake…” Harrison breathed.