“Anyone could walk in and see you fucking me?” He finishes the thought, and the rough edge to his voice tells me the idea doesn’t repulse him. “Maybe that’s part of what makes it hot.”
I groan, my cock throbbing at his words. “We don’t even have—”
Before I can finish, Jacob reaches into his pocket and pulls out several foil packets. Condoms. And small packets of lube.
I stare at them, then back at him, a laugh of disbelief escaping me. “You came prepared.”
“I came hopeful,” he corrects, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “And maybe a little desperate.”
Something possessive unfurls in my chest. Jacob Mancini, the undefeated champion, the man everyone fears, desperate for me. For my hands, my cock, my control.
“Turn around.”
Jacob complies immediately, turning to face the door again. I press against his back, my hands sliding down his sides to his waist, then around to the front of his jeans. I work open the button, drag down the zipper. His breathing grows heavier as I push his jeans and underwear down to mid-thigh, exposing his ass.
“Spread your legs,” I instruct, as far as the jeans will allow. He obeys, bracing his hands against the door.
I tear open a lube packet with my teeth, coating my fingers. My free hand grips his hip as I bring my lubed finger to his entrance, circling slowly.
Jacob groans, pressing back against me. “Don’t tease.”
“Patience,” I murmur, continuing to circle without pushing in yet. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I can take it,” he insists.
“I know you can.” I press my lips to his neck, just below his ear. “But that doesn’t mean you have to. Let me take care of you.”
He stiffens at the words, then relaxes with a shudder as my finger finally breaches him. I work it in slowly, feeling the tight ring of muscle gradually yield. Jacob drops his head forward, a low moan escaping him as I push deeper.
“Good?” I ask, already knowing the answer from the way his body responds to me.
“Yes,” he hisses, pushing back for more. “Another. Please.”
The plea surprises me, coming from this man who seems incapable of vulnerability with anyone else. I add more lube, then press a second finger alongside the first, stretching himcarefully. Jacob’s breathing grows ragged as I work him open, scissoring my fingers, preparing him for what’s to come.
“You’re so tight,” I murmur against his shoulder.
Jacob makes a sound I’ve never heard from him before—half whimper, half moan—when my fingers brush his prostate. “Fuck. Right there.”
I press against the spot again, feeling him clench around my fingers. “Like that?”
“Yes,” he gasps. “Don’t stop.”
My own cock strains against my jeans, untouched and leaking. I rut against his thigh, seeking some relief as I work a third finger into him. Jacob takes it eagerly, his body opening for me, hungry for more.
“You’re so greedy,” I say, amazed at how quickly he’s adapted. “Your body just sucks my fingers in.”
“Because I want you,” Jacob replies. “All of you. Please, Riley. I’m ready.”
The desperation in his voice nearly undoes me. “Get on the bed,” I say, withdrawing my fingers. “Take off your clothes.”
Jacob doesn’t hesitate. He kicks off his jeans and underwear, pulls his shirt over his head, and moves to the bed in what seems like one fluid motion. His body is magnificent—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, powerful thighs, his cock hard and jutting proudly from a nest of dark hair. He gets on all fours in the middle of the mattress, looking back at me over his shoulder.
“Like this?” he asks, and the vulnerability in the question makes my chest ache.
“Perfect,” I say, already stripping off my own clothes. My cock springs free as I push down my underwear, the tip glistening with precum.
Jacob watches me, his eyes dark with want. “Hurry up,” he urges. “I need you inside me.”