20. Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Max

J ake got us back to his place in a hurry, me teasing him the whole time, my hand on his thigh, my fingers toying with the sizable bulge in his pants, but never quite giving in. By the time we'd arrived at his place, I was painfully hard just from touching him, lust hot in my veins. He'd spent the last few minutes of the drive squirming in his seat and looking at me with a dark, lustful gaze, and I couldn't get enough.

The second he threw the truck into park, he hauled me in, crushing his lips against mine in a bruising kiss. I moaned into it, opening my mouth to him and sliding my tongue out against his. We kissed like that, brutal, needy, desperate, for a long time. My cock ached, leaking into my boxers as he gripped my hair firmly in one hand. When we were out of breath and panting, Jake pulled away.

"Get your ass inside before I strip us down and have you fuck me right here." His voice was husky and commanding and really doing it for me.

"Someone's turning into a power bottom," I murmured before pressing another kiss to his lips.

"You complaining?"

I gasped and pressed a hand to my chest. "Me? Never."

With that, we scrambled inside, leaving our clothes scattered through the house as we hurried to get to the bedroom. Once we'd reached our destination, we tumbled together onto the bed, shoving blankets aside to make room for us to sprawl out on the sheets. Jake grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some onto his fingers, spread his thighs, and began to prep himself to take me.

My cock throbbed and spilled more precum as I watched him bury two fingers in his hole without hesitation, a groan rumbling from his throat. I lubed myself, stroking my cock slowly as I watched him, the cool liquid quickly warming under my touch. He looked positively sinful, spreading himself open like that, skin flushing with pleasure and need deliciously as he worked his ass open.

After several moments of me kneeling over him, stroking myself lazily with one hand while gripping his thigh with the other as he prepped, he groaned again and pulled his fingers out.

"You just here for the show, or are you actually going to participate?"

I gave him a slow shrug. "I don't know. You look like you have it pretty under control."

He growled and reached for my hand, but I pulled it away before he could get to me. "Get your ass over here."

I smirked. "I don't think it's my ass you want."

A hot breath escaped him. "Then get your big dick over here and fuck me into the mattress."

"Power bottom," I muttered.

"You love it."

My gut clenched as I opened my mouth to respond. The words that nearly tumbled out of me were, I love you. The words caught me by surprise, but it hit me all at once that they were true. My chest was warm, my heart full. I couldn't remember the last time I'd truly been in love with someone, and it felt good. I just hoped he felt the same. I swallowed those three words, instead slapping his thigh. "Roll over," I ordered. "Ass in the air."

Jake complied quickly, proving he wasn't a total power bottom—not yet, at least. I smirked as he did what I'd asked, thrusting his firm, sculpted ass up for me. I dragged the pad of my thumb across his hole and he shivered with need.

"Come on." He groaned and rocked back toward me.

I let out a low, dark chuckle and took my cock in hand, sliding the slick crown along his waiting hole, teasing both of us. I wanted to take him in one swift motion, but more than that, I wanted to make him feel good, to make it last, to drive him wild and maybe hear him beg. There was something incredibly sexy about having such a big, burly construction worker at my mercy, begging for my cock, whining with need, and I relished it.

Jake rocked back again, searching for more. He craned his neck to look up at me from where he was clutching a pillow. "C'mon. Please."

"Since you asked so nicely…" I sank into him, letting my eyes close for a brief moment. His ass was incredible around my cock, tight, hot, and needy. As I pushed in, burying myself to the base, Jake let out a slow, deep groan.

I gripped both of his hips firmly, digging my fingertips into his taut muscle, and slowly withdrew. I held still for a few torturous seconds before pulling Jake toward me, fucking into him hard. He groaned and nodded, which made me pick up the pace, driving into him relentlessly, over and over. The bed rocked, bumping into the wall with each thrust, and our breathing quickly became heavy, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the room.

His body flexed and tightened as I took him, and I relished watching the way his body moved under my control as I drove into him as hard as I could, his back arching, muscles rippling as I fucked him. It spurred me to move faster, drive deeper.

Jake's moaning took on a frantic edge, pitching up, intensifying in volume as I thrust, and judging by the way his hole tightened around my cock, he was close. As good as he felt, I wasn't ready to end things, and I wanted to make him squirm—at least a little. My heart swelled and my chest tightened as I realized I also wanted to see his face tonight, on the heels of my self-revelation that I was in love. To that end, I pulled out completely, my cock throbbing desperately, leaving Jake gasping and rocking back, searching for more.

"What—"

I patted his hip. "I want to see you. Watch you come."

He whimpered but nodded. "How do you want me?"

The question sent lust shooting through me and I groaned softly. I lowered myself to the bed next to him and pulled him in for a kiss. "Ride me?"

Jake wasted no time in straddling me, lowering himself onto my cock while both of us groaned in pleasure and relief. As soon as he was seated and I was fully inside, he leaned forward and kissed me once, deeply, before rising up, pressing his hands to my chest, and taking me like an expert, fucking himself on my aching cock.

I put one hand on his thigh and took his leaking erection in the other. The deep, rumbling groan he let out told me how much he appreciated the touch. As he rode me, my gaze locked on his, I stroked his cock, which was slick with precum, twisting my wrist and pressing my thumb into the sensitive spot on the underside of the crown.

Jake dropped his head forward to watch me touch him. "Not going to last."

I pulled my hand away and chuckled. "You will if I say so."

"Fuck," he hissed, fucking himself harder and whimpering.

I put my hand on him again, and bucked my hips to crank up the intensity. Jake's eyes fluttered closed as he gasped. I wanted to see him, watch him looking at me, and I murmured a request. "Look at me, baby."

He opened his eyes at once and met my gaze. The moment our gazes locked onto one another, Jake groaned loudly and came, spilling over my fist and coating my fingers without breaking eye contact.

The intense grip of his ass around my cock over and over was too much to bear, especially combined with the desperate, blissful look in his eyes, and I followed Jake over the edge, pulsing my orgasm into him, hot and hard. My hips stuttered as I fucked him through it, continuing to stroke his cock as long as he could take it, before I released him and slowed to a stop. When we were both spent, Jake dropped down to kiss me again before sliding off me and onto the mattress, working to catch his breath.

I got up and hurried to get a towel and clean us up before I settled back down beside him. I lay next to Jake, his arm around my shoulders, my head resting on his chest, and listened to the soft thump of his heart and the rush of his breathing. My chest tightened and I knew I needed to tell him.

"Jake?"

He kissed the top of my head, as he often did when we were holding each other through the afterglow. "Yeah?"

I took a deep breath, bracing myself for his response, just in case he wasn't ready to say it back. "I love you." When he didn't respond immediately, I started to stumble over my words. "I mean, you don't have to—"

Jake squeezed my shoulder, pulling me closer. "That's not just the orgasm talking, is it?" His chest shook as he chuckled.

"No."

"Good." He paused again for a brief second that felt like an eternity. "Because I love you, too." Another pause, longer than the last. "If the show doesn't get picked up, what happens next?"

I let out a low whistle. "I've been lobbying for it hard. Every chance I get, every meeting I have with Doug, we review viewer numbers, sponsorships, subscriptions to the streaming platform. I'm trying. Doug should be calling any day with news. But if it doesn't get picked up… I don't know. They'll put me on some other show, and if we're lucky, I stay on the East Coast."

"And if we're not lucky?"

"I travel wherever they place me for as long as they need. Just like this time." We both fell silent for several minutes. "But… you could travel with me. I mean, construction work is everywhere, right?"

He shrugged halfheartedly. "It's not as easy as just jumping onto any open job site. It takes time to get a client base or find a crew that needs more hands." He was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. "And if it does get picked up?"

"I get to come back to Port Grandlin. Maybe long term." Our conversation was cut short when my phone rang from the floor by the bedroom doorway, where my pants had ended up. "I should get that, just in case." I scrambled up to retrieve my phone and a tight knot gripped my chest. "It's Doug."

Jake sat up in bed, furrowing his brow and frowning anxiously.

I put the call on speakerphone. "Hey, Doug. You're on speaker, just so you know. What's going on?"

"I've been in meetings all day about Heartland Overhaul , that's what's going on. I wanted to call and update you. Do you have a minute?"

I raised my eyebrows and glanced at Jake, whose eyes had widened. "Yeah, sure. Of course."

"Good. Listen, the launch numbers are great. Better than expected. The board execs were really impressed. Between that and your excellent production values—you really chose the right team, by the way—they've given the green light to a series. You're going to spread the work over ten episodes for each location. You've been approved for five more jobs sites. How does that sound?"

My heart was soaring, adrenaline pumping through me. I glanced up at Jake again, whose lower lip was pinned between his teeth. "That sounds great. Yes, I'm definitely on board, one hundred percent." A vibrant smile broke on Jake's face, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

"Great. Tell your team. We'll talk logistics early next week."

"Sure thing, boss." We ended the call and Jake let out a whoop of joy, pumping his fist in celebration. I laughed, tension draining out of me. "Well, that was perfect timing, huh?" I climbed back into bed and Jake pulled me into his lap for a celebratory kiss.

"Move in with me," Jake murmured when we parted.

My eyebrows shot up. "Seriously?"

He nodded and pulled me closer. "Yeah. Seriously."

"Okay." I laughed again, joy rushing through me.

Jake kissed me again, deeply, plundering my mouth with his tongue, and as he did, his cock thickened between us, until he was pressing a very obvious erection against my pelvis. I didn't mind—in fact, my cock wasn't far behind. When we parted, he dropped his voice to a low, husky whisper, his broad hands tightening on my back. "Now, how should we celebrate?" He rocked his hips against me again.

"I think we can find a way," I murmured before sliding my hand to the back of his neck to hold him in for a blistering kiss. And sure enough, we did find a way to celebrate, without even leaving the bed.