17. Leo

17

LEO

I was on my knees, taking Jacob's cock into my mouth.

And it felt like fucking heaven.

He was right about me being a mess for him. I was a complete fucking mess right now, covered in his come and mine. But I was also a mess for him, emotionally, my thoughts swirling together as he pumped his cock between my lips, the tip of him touching the back of my throat. I wanted him so much it felt like I was going to break into pieces if he didn't want me, too, if he used my body like his own little playground and then tossed me aside like I was nothing.

Fuck.

I really shouldn't have been thinking about that right now. I should've been enjoying the moment, letting Jacob take complete control until it was over, letting Jacob turn me into even more of a complete mess?—

"I love fucking your mouth," Jacob groaned above me, as he grabbed onto the back of my head, forcing me to take even more of his shaft. "It feels like your mouth was made for my cock."

I wanted to nod in agreement, but all I could do was moan around the size of him, my tongue licking across his tip. I moaned again when I felt my own cock throbbing between my legs, shamelessly straining up toward the sky.

Fuck.

I was going to physically combust if Jacob didn't fuck me soon.

"Play with your cock," Jacob instructed, looking down at me. "Play with your cock and think about how good it's going to feel when I'm buried deep inside you, baby."

I reached down for my aching shaft, grateful for the chance at physical relief. I started to stroke myself while Jacob continued, "But don't come. Don't you dare fucking come. I want to be buried deep in your ass when you do."

I whimpered as I steadily stroked my cock, my mouth still full of Jacob's shaft. I tried my best to think of anything other than Jacob fucking me, since I knew that if my mind went there, I was going to explode all over my fingers. By the time I could feel Jacob's cock throbbing between my lips, I was proud of myself for holding out so long, knowing that his come would be landing on my tongue soon enough.

But just before it felt like he was going to come, he pulled away from my mouth.

"You don't want to…?" My words trailed off; my tone filled with confusion. "You just said I had the perfect mouth."

"You do." Jacob smirked. "But that's not where I want to come right now. Wait one second, baby."

Jacob moved away from me, walking over to the dresser before heading back. When he turned back around, I could see that he had a condom and lube in his grip, his eyes trained completely on me. When he made it back over to me, he handed me the lube before he nodded toward the floor.

"Turn around. Bend over as far as you can go," Jacob started. "And get yourself ready for me."

"Wait." I was still confused by what he wanted right now. "You want me to?—"

"I want you to finger yourself. I want to watch," he continued. "And then, I'm going to fuck you until you can barely take it anymore. Sound good?"

"Yes, sir." I felt my cheeks turning red as I moved into position for him, lifting my ass in the air. A few seconds later, and I'd spread some lube across my fingers, already moving them toward my waiting hole. I cautiously slipped one finger inside of me, gingerly sliding it in and out of my tightness as I could feel Jacob's gaze burning a hole right through me.

Just then, I felt his hands on either side of my ass, spreading my cheeks even further, like he wanted to get an even better view. I quietly whimpered, feeling way too exposed, even as I slid a second finger toward my entrance. I continued to finger myself for him, stretching my tight hole open, just as I felt Jacob's fingers pressing even deeper into my skin.

Without saying a word, Jacob suddenly moved my fingers away from my hole, entirely, replacing them with the tip of his huge cock. He then slowly slid every inch of his shaft inside me, my body instinctively shivering with pleasure as he did. A few seconds later, and his fingers were grabbing onto my thighs, as I felt him changing position, his body sliding down toward the floor.

He didn't stop moving until his knees were tucked underneath him, and I was seated on his lap, with his cock fully buried inside me. He wrapped one arm around my waist as he pressed his free hand against the nearby wall for good measure.

And then, he started moving. I gasped at the intensity of it, the way his cock drove even deeper inside of me, each of his thrusts coming fast and quick with no breaks between them. It felt like I was trapped between Jacob and the wall, in the very best way, being fucked so perfectly that I never wanted it to end.

"Jacob! Fuck! Jacob!" I couldn't think of anything else to say, my mind so overloaded with pleasure.

"You keep screaming my name like that and everyone's going to hear you, baby," Jacob groaned. "Is that what you want? You want everyone to hear you being fucked like this?"

"I don't care… I don't care…" I groaned now, too. "I'm yours… I don't care if anyone knows it… I'm all yours, Jacob…"

Just then, Jacob turned my head toward his, kissing me deep. I came for him, in that same moment, my cock spilling against my thigh and the wall. Jacob was right behind me, though, his own cock throbbing inside of my ass as his hips quietly stopped thrusting against me.

We stayed like that for a while, tongues exploring each other's mouths, bodies pressed against each other.

And when we finally broke off the kiss, Jacob held me even tighter in his arms, like he never wanted to let me go.

"You're mine," Jacob said the words so softly that I almost missed them completely.

We were lying next to each other in bed, my head resting against his chest, his arm wrapped around me. We were still naked from earlier, but it didn't seem to really matter, as if we'd gotten so comfortable with each other that being naked meant nothing and everything at the same time.

Like we'd seen it all a million times.

"What?" I turned to look up at him. "What'd you just say?"

"You're mine," he repeated, his tone serious. "I think I… I think I want you to be mine . Even when we're out of this lodge. Out of this snowed in situation. I want…"

Jacob stopped himself for a moment as he closed his eyes. "Fuck, Leo. I don't know what I'm doing. I've never even asked anyone this before. But I… I just want you to be mine. When I think about someone else fucking you, it drives me insane. But when I think about someone else getting to kiss you, getting you to smile for them and only them… it feels so much worse."

"If you wanted me to be yours, why didn't you say something sooner?" I pressed. "Maybe when I was freaking out about you not wanting me?—"

"Wanting you isn't the problem, Leo," he cut me off, before he let out a loud sigh. "I just don't know how I'm going to keep you."

"What do you mean?"

"I've never been in something serious before, you know that. And your world is much more fast-paced than mine. I don't want you to get bored of me. I don't want to slow you down. And I don't want to fuck this up."

"You're not going to fuck anything up, Jacob," I murmured. "If anyone's going to fuck this up, it's going to be me."

"You? How?"

"By being a needy sub," I joked, before my tone shifted into something more serious. "By being weird and insecure. For example, even though you just fucked me within an inch of my life, some part of my brain still wonders if you'd like me better if I bulked up a little, showed a little more muscle?—"

"Those are the kind of thoughts we'll just have to spank out of you. Or fuck out of you." Jacob smirked. "I think once you realize that I can't keep my fucking hands off you, you'll realize that you're absolutely perfect to me."

"You're absolutely perfect to me, too." I smiled up at him, as warmth bloomed in the center of my chest.

I love you, Jacob.

I gritted my teeth together to prevent the phrase from coming out of my mouth.

What the hell was wrong with me?

Jacob had just gotten to a place where he could admit he had feelings for me and wanted more, and I was going to ruin everything by saying that I loved him?

"Do you like weddings?" Jacob's question snapped me right back to reality.

"What?" My pulse started to race uncontrollably. "I don't think I understand—um?—"

Fuck.

If Jacob was about to ask me to marry him, I knew that I was going to say yes, even though we'd only known each other for a week. It would've been a risky move, but at this point, I felt like my life without him would've been the riskiest move, of all. Besides, I was pretty good at planning things, and if I needed to plan a wedding in the span of a few months, I'd be happy to do it?—

"Parker, one of my best friends, is getting married," Jacob went on. "He gave me a plus-one to invite someone, but I didn't think I'd have anyone to invite. No one serious, anyway."

Jacob ran his fingers across my back as he finished with his thoughts. "Anyway, I was thinking that you could be my plus-one, for the wedding. I know that's kind of an intense situation since we barely know each other, but?—"

"Yes. A million times yes." I turned my head to press a kiss against Jacob's chest. "I'll be your plus-one, Jacob. Just… send me an e-vite with the address and dress code and I'll be there with bells on."

Jacob went quiet for a moment before he spoke again. "Is that something you've ever thought about? Getting married?"

"What? Me? No?" I said, sarcastically. "I definitely don't have an entire binder at home dedicated to my ideas for the perfect wedding or anything. Who would even have something like that?"

"So, you've given this some thought, then?" Jacob grinned.

"Maybe. Just a little bit."

"Tell me about it."

"You want me to pitch you my big, grand wedding ideas?"

"Just the parts that matter the most to you." Jacob shrugged. "Like, location, I guess? Ceremony stuff?"

"Okay…" I hummed, as a million thoughts ran through my head. "I want to get married somewhere with a view. Just, something memorable to look out at. As for the ceremony, the most important thing is that I'm surrounded by family and friends, something intimate. I don't need hundreds of people showing up to my wedding, just to eat the food and never talk to me again."

"Well, don't count out their gifts. Hundreds of people showing up means hundreds of air fryers," Jacob joked.

"Ah, yes. Hundreds of air fryers. Exactly what I need," I joked right back. "Seriously, though. I just want something beautiful and meaningful. Oh, and not too cookie-cutter, because if someone else has the exact same wedding as me, then, what's the point?"

"I get that." Jacob nodded along with his words.

"What about you, Jacob? Have you ever thought about what kind of wedding you'd want?"

"Not really, no," he admitted. "I just figured whenever it was time for me to get married, I'd let whoever I was getting married to handle all that stuff. I'm pretty much just going along for the ride."

"Oh my God. You're the perfect groom." My eyes went wide. "The kind of guy who'll just say yes to whatever to make his partner happy? God, whoever you end up married to is going to be so fucking lucky."

Jacob didn't say anything after that, only offering me a small smile. I returned the expression as I pressed my head deeper against his chest, closing my eyes as sleep suddenly overwhelmed me.

As I suddenly felt like maybe I was the luckiest person in the world.