But there’s another part of him, the wicked part Jacob says he can see in his eyes, that likesthis. He likes making Jacob ache for him. He likes wanting him so bad that his dick throbs like it was crushed in a vicious hand. He knows when they finally doget past this point, it will be amazing, for them both. He wants Jacob’s first time to be memorable. Avery can’t even recall his first, and he sure as hell doesn’t want Jacob to ever forget about him.
* * * *
At quarter to eight, Avery pulls away. “We better get going.” He flicks on the light before Jacob can protest.
Jacob’s shirt is open, his pants unzipped. He grips the seat of the chair as if he’s in danger of falling off. Avery suspects he’s closer to falling than he realizes.
Through his open fly, his white boxers are wet to an almost translucent shade. He’s leaning back in the chair, eyes shut. His breathing comes in quick, hurried pants. “Avery,” he whispers. “Please.”