One and Only (Part 3) | Jacob
What the hell was he doing? Ethan didn’t live in his world. Why was he trying to haul him into it?
In the last installment of One and Only
In the first installment of One and Only
The house was a quaint, renovated Victorian. Indicative of the area. Expensive as hell. Ethan had to be doing well for himself. Right now, though—Jacob didn’t care about any of that.
Tonight’s date had brought to his attention that a good-looking guy was staring at him. Todd had wanted to know if they’d dated in the past. It had taken Jacob half a second to recognize Ethan.
Brawny and broody. His dark blond hair was shorter than he remembered. He’d looked fidgety. Everything about him brought on a rush of sorrow—and anticipation.
Jacob’s drumming heart had drowned out every other sound in his head. He’d long since resigned himself to the fact that he would never see Ethan again. And yet—there he was.
He’d been drawn straight to him. Compelled to touch his shoulder.
He was so glad he had.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Ethan whispered against Jacob’s lips.
Ethan took Jacob’s hand and guided him up the stairs to the primary bedroom. The room was full of boxes. Some empty—some full.
But the bed was made.
With all the odds stacked in his favor, Jacob never would’ve bet he’d end up in Ethan Cornell’s bed tonight. It was supposed to be another boring Monday. A dry, incompatible date that was an obligatory formality for what was really a hookup. Another in a long line of them.
Jacob stripped off his clothes and stared at the bed.
He wasn’t sure what to do with himself. Were they going to fall into old patterns? Hands and knees, impersonal fucking. His gut twisted. He couldn’t stand that—to be that distant.
Ethan ditched the rest of his clothes, climbed into bed, and flipped back the covers on the side of the bed where Jacob was standing. “Jacob. Are you getting in?”
There was a nervousness clouding Ethan’s eyes.
This was a big deal for both of them.
Jacob exhaled the breath he’d been holding and joined Ethan in bed. They stared at each other until it became almost uncomfortable.
“Ethan,” Jacob whispered. “What are we—”
“We’re here together.” Ethan crept toward Jacob and pressed him into the bedding. Ethan’s thick, dark chest hair tickled Jacob’s smooth pecs. Jacob ran his fingers through the furry offering.
So much had changed. So much time had passed. So much time wasted.
They weren’t in university anymore.
Ethan’s lips met his—supple and warm. Soft kisses, Ethan’s gentle hands roaming. Such tenderness. They had never engaged in such unhurried passion before. They had been all about having their needs met. The affection in this bed right now—was stunning.
Ethan groaned as he kissed Jacob. His hands weren’t satisfied with one position. There was a subtle shift in their emotions. Jacob could feel it in his gut.
Ethan released his mouth and hovered above him, gazing into his eyes as he stole small kisses. He brushed his fingers through Jacob’s hair. “I’m going to make love to you,” he whispered.
Jacob’s chest rose and fell, desperate to draw any significant breath. Tears pinched the corners of his eyes. That’s exactly what he needed from this man. To feel revered—and loved.
“Tell me what feels good,” Ethan said, then turned Jacob’s head and kissed his neck. More gentle kisses traveled down Jacob’s neck to his collarbone.
Jacob smiled. “There. Just like that … but lower.”
Ethan smirked and laughed. “Challenge accepted.” He licked a line down Jacob’s chest to his belly with his tongue. Jacob raked his hands through Ethan’s hair. He closed his eyes, mouth open, and tipped his head back as Ethan’s mouth encased his lengthening cock.
“I thought you hated that,” Jacob whispered.
Ethan sucked him from root to tip and hummed like he’d been eating an ice cream cone. He took over with his hand and stroked Jacob’s cock. “I lied.”
“Anything else you lied about?”
Ethan climbed back up Jacob’s body. “That I didn’t want to kiss you back then.”
That statement was capped by a mind-decimating kiss that left Jacob grasping for any hold on reality. Ethan had never given him reason to suspect he wanted to kiss him in the past. Aside from the kiss on the base of his neck each night, they’d never even come close.
Jacob wrapped his arms around Ethan’s neck and held him against his mouth. Ethan didn’t need any extra encouragement to increase the pressure. They were lost in each other.
Open mouths seeking, tongues exploring, discovering what they had missed out on all those years ago. Ethan shifted his weight and placed himself between Jacob’s legs. The weight of the grown man, their cocks pressed together—the whole picture wiped away every memory of the detached positions they had used in the past. This was them now. Intimate—intense.
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