Page 156 of In Too Deep

Harrison’s cock jerked against his stomach.

Jake saw it, and he closed his hand around him to stroke him in time with his next thrust.

“Fuck, Jake.” Harrison tipped his head back. “Keep going. Right there. Just like that. Fuck—”

“Come on, Harry.” Jake tightened his grip on him. “Lose it for me.”

Harrison did.

His orgasm tore through him, wrenching a cry from his throat as his whole body clenched around Jake. He barely registered the mess across his stomach, only Jake’s hand still on him, Jake inside him, Jake still moving as every last shudder worked through his body.

Christ.

This.

He’d wanted this.

Jake swore above him, the rhythm of his hips finally falling apart. “Harry… Oh, fuck, Harry…”

Harrison opened his eyes.

Jake was barely holding on.

So Harrison reached up, gripped the back of his neck and pulled him down until those blue eyes met his again.

“Come on, Jake.” Harrison held his gaze. “Now.”

Jake came apart with a deep moan.

His body shuddered through one final thrust, then another, before the strength left him altogether and he emptied himself inside Harrison before collapsing onto him with a strangled groan, burying his face in the curve of his neck.

Harrison held him.

Never wanted to stop holding him.

After a while though, Jake lifted his head, looking thoroughly wrecked. “You alright?”

“Mm hm.”

“Sure?”

“I’m fairly certain you’ve rendered me temporarily incapable of anything more complicated than breathing.”

Jake’s mouth pulled into a smug grin. “That good, were I?”

“Don’t ruin it.”

Jake snorted and lowered himself over Harrison again, warm and heavy, drifting one hand lazily along his thigh.

Harrison wrapped an arm around him and closed his eyes. Jake’s heart hammered against his chest. His skin damp, his breathing not quite back to normal, curls tickling Harrison’s chin every time he moved. And the room was too warm, smelling unmistakably of sex, and somewhere beneath them the mattress had developed an irritating squeak that would probably drive Harrison mad under any other circumstances.

Right then, he couldn’t think of anywhere he’d rather be.

Jake shifted. “I can get off if I’m crushing you.”

“If you move, I might have you arrested.”

“That what shagging a detective’s like, is it? Threats from the boys in blue if I don’t perform to expected standards? You gonna whip the handcuffs out?”