Loving Jacob
An M/M Contemporary Romance
Loving Jacob
Chapter One
Chapter One
Five Years Earlier
Malcolm
stood in the hallway, gritting his teeth and reminded himself that an office
fling with a man who had to be at least ten years his junior was out of the
question. He and Penny had long since relinquished any pretense of monogamy in
their marriage and reached an amicable agreement to conduct their affairs
discreetly out of respect for their son and their friendship. Fucking purple-eyed
twinks in the elevator at work? Not discreet.
He
kept his gaze focused on the gleaming silver metal of the doors as the elevator
made its excruciatingly slow way up to the third floor. His glance flicked to
the reflection beside his. The younger man stood casually, shoulders propped
against the wall, licking pink lips. His purple gaze in the hazy reflection was
focused…fuck…on Malcolm's obvious erection beneath his dark dress pants. Discretion. Discretion, he snarled at
his libido. There will be no casual
hookups with people from the office, he warned his eager cock. He shifted to
the side slightly, hoping to hide the evidence of his arousal from the other
man. Damn it. That kid had the sexiest eyes he'd ever seen. He wanted like hell
to see them glaze over as he fucked the tight ass hinted at by the khaki pants he
wore. He didn't go much for the intimacy of face-to-face encounters, but for
the sight of those eyes and that mouth in the throes of orgasm, he'd make an
exception. His tendency toward quick casual encounters disguised his preference
for male partners and kept word of his homosexuality from getting back to his
parents, his partners in the firm, and out to the public.
A
law office, like any other place of business, was a microcosm of the world at
large. Malcolm knew from being on the receiving end of gossip from his secretary,
Marge, that every action and interaction between employees was fodder for the
gossip mill. Being the subject of water cooler gossip lacked appeal and
offended his sense of dignity, as did the knowledge that he apparently couldn't
control his urges around the tech guy.
He
threw in the towel and gave up the fight against his attraction to the young man
from the technology department when he caught that sultry purple gaze on his
cock for what must have been the hundredth time as the slight young man brushed
against him in an intentional teasing slide while he tried to exit the elevator
on the second floor.
Impulsively,
Malcolm grabbed Jacob's hand and pulled him back inside the otherwise-empty
space. He kept that small, soft hand locked in his own as he allowed the heavy
metal doors to slam shut and the elevator to rise to his own floor. There he
slapped his palm against the button that prevented the doors from opening. He'd
had all the titillation he could stand. Malcolm swept the young man into his
embrace. He tilted Jacob's head upward with one hand and dropped his mouth
passionately, almost brutally, to kiss the other man. His other hand tangled in
the black curls that had taunted his senses over the past weeks. He forced the
soft pink lips apart, then swept his tongue inside. Instantly he was absorbed
in the heated, slick haven of Jacob's mouth. The honeyed sweetness drew him
further in and his tongue eagerly sought the textures and flavors that had been
hidden there. Fuck. He could drown in
the wet heat he found behind those soft lips. It was addictive. Jacob didn't even
try to escape the kiss; he seemed to be doing his best to encourage it. He
brushed his tongue against Malcolm's, sweeping it gently along the roof of his
mouth, seeking and finding the sweetest spots. Both men were panting heavily
when their lips parted.
Malcolm
pulled back and spoke harshly. "Is that what you're after, little boy? You
want a quick fuck in the elevator to start the week off right?"
Jacob
gasped and tried to pull away, but Malcolm wouldn't let him. "No! Well,
yeah, but that's not all I want." The young man seemed a bit dazed and
shook his head as though to clear it. His shaking hand rose to push through the
tangled black curls that Malcolm could picture so easily coiling around his
cock while Jacob knelt on the dull gray carpet sucking him, as he had every
intention would happen very shortly.
"Well,
that's all I'm offering. Take it or leave it." Malcolm drew his hand down
the length of his cock, which had pulsed to aching life during that elevator
trip. Jacob wore light spicy citrus cologne that seemed to linger in Malcolm's
nostrils long after any encounter between them had ended, and being in the
elevator with the sexy younger man had a predictable effect on his dick.
"Look,
I'm very busy. I have a few minutes for you now, but…" He let his arousal-roughened
voice trail off, waiting to see if Jacob took the bait. Jacob's purple eyes locked
on his hand gliding up and down, pressing against his throbbing cock behind the
zipper of the black dress pants he wore. That gaze was an added caress that
fired his blood even hotter, and he swore softly. "Fuck. You want it. I
can see it in your eyes, feel it in you every time you come near me."
Jacob
licked his lips, but remained silent. Malcolm flipped open the button of his
pants and began lowering the zipper carefully. The metallic clink of the zipper
filled the spaces between their panted breaths. He spoke harshly. "I have
a meeting with a client in ten minutes. I need to take care of this. You can
watch, or you can help; take your pick."
He
pushed aside the black cotton of the briefs he wore and drew his thick cock out
of his pants, watching that silky pink tongue slick over Jacob's lips again. He
wanted to feel that tongue tracing his shaft and flickering over its sensitive
crown. Slowly he trailed his hand up from his heavy swollen balls to the precum-slickened
head and squeezed gently, his eyes still locked on Jacob's face. The younger
man breathed heavily, eyes hot, molten purple liquid. Malcolm stroked himself
more quickly, silently urging Jacob to his knees, willing him to take his dick into
his mouth.
He
groaned in approval when Jacob dropped to his knees in seeming obedience to the
unspoken command. Malcolm pulled his hand away from his cock and wound his
fingers through the wild black curls that had teased his senses since he'd
first noticed the boy. He used his handful of silky hair to guide the pink
mouth where he wanted it, rubbing the soft, moist lips against his tip before pressing,
gently seeking entrance.
"You
have done this before, right?" He couldn't help asking as the youthful
innocence and enthralled look of wonder in the purple eyes gazing up at him
gave him pause. A blow job from a novice might not be the best idea. He could
wait to feel those sweet lips closing around his cock if he would have the
privilege of teaching this gorgeous innocent how to suck a man.
Jacob's
tongue flicking in a velvety caress, first across his lips, then Malcolm's swollen
crown, vanquished any intention of preserving that innocence. "No teeth…"
was all he managed to choke out before a blazing hot mouth engulfed his
hardness with enthusiasm. Rough swirling strokes of Jacob's tongue along his
crown and under the rim convinced him that giving in to his urges made sense. He
groaned his pleasure as the silken heat of that agile tongue burned wet trails
from the rim of his cock up over the throbbing head and down again to the base.
He jerked, hands pulling and clenching tight in the silky black curls he used to
guide Jacob in a rhythm that set his balls to buzzing and a hot warmth spreading
out from the base of his spine, rocketing up through his aching length to find
release in a series of convulsive spurts of cum that Jacob sucked up and
swallowed without pause.
Enough
experience guided those lips and that tongue to erase any doubts Malcolm may
have had about starting something with Jacob. However innocent Jacob may be, he
was clearly old enough and knew enough to satisfy a lover in this way. Malcolm
felt absolutely certain that this was just the start of something.
As
the aftershocks of pleasure rippled through his body, Malcolm pulled Jacob to
his feet and brought him in for another kiss. Fastening his trousers, he set
the other man aside and pressed the button to open the doors of the elevator. He
strode forward, leaving Jacob gasping for breath as he collapsed back against
the wall of the elevator. He looked over his shoulder and bit back a groan at
the sexy sight of those dazed purple eyes, the wildly tussled black curls, and
the passionate flush on the delicate cheekbones.
"Meet
me here at six." He tossed the directive over his shoulder and hurried
past the empty reception desk to pause at the office suite marked with his
name. That shiny brass plate signaled his only rebellion to date from parental
control. His father, the neurosurgeon, had wanted him to go into medicine and
join his practice. In an unprecedented act of rebellion that had earned him a
few frosty glares, Malcolm had elected to attend law school. Difficult as his
parents had found it to accept, the sight of blood made him physically ill. A
career in medicine was not an option. Being a lawyer was a lot easier than
announcing his homosexuality would have been, and his family had accepted it
before he’d graduated. Law was an entirely respectable career with prospects
for public service and prosperity, after all. His brother became the
neurosurgeon in his place with alacrity. In every other aspect, his life
followed the blueprint the Jenners had laid out at birth for their eldest son: excel
at school and in sports, attend prestigious universities, get married and have
children, and above all, do nothing to embarrass your parents.
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