Page 111 of Hot Streak

“Now, now,” Connor cried out. “God, I’ve never been so ready.”

But Jackson wasn’t quite ready yet. So he forced himself to take his time. Slid in that third finger, working up to a good rhythm, leaning in to lick and suck Connor’s cock every once in awhile, when he couldn’t resist it any longer.

Connor’s cock twitching against his tongue was all it took to make him fully hard again. And he grabbed a condom, batting Connor’s hands away when he tried to help.

“I got it,” Jackson said. “Just lie back and . . .try to relax, okay?”

Connor looked anything but relaxed. He was shaking, even as Jackson leaned in, giving him what he hoped were long, soothing touches along his flank as he positioned himself.

“I’ll go slow,” Jackson promised.

He wouldn’t want to. But he would.

“Don’t you dare,” Connor said, baring his teeth in a fierce grin. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Oh, he meant it alright.

But he hadn’t even slid inside him yet, and already Jackson knew it wouldn’t be just fucking.

“I got you.”

Jackson slid in slow and careful, groaning under his breath at how tight and hot Connor was around him. He’d never felt anything like this before—had barely had any opportunities to do this, and honestly, hadn’t even really wanted to, not with any of those random guys he’d had one-and-done hookups with—but Connor was squeezing him so goddamn perfectly it was probably good he’d already come once tonight, taking the edge off his desire. Otherwise, he was never going to be able to make it last. To make it good for Connor.

Bottoming out, Jackson reached out and took Connor’s hand, squeezing it hard. “Are you good?” he rasped out.

Connor’s eyes fluttered open. The blue had almost been entirely hidden by his dilated pupils. “Oh God, you feel so . . .so fucking amazing,” he moaned. “Yes, yes, yes, please go.”

He did try to go slow and cautious at first, but it was so hard to restrain himself. Not when all he craved was more of Connor’s hot body. He was greedy with need for it, especially when Connor kept egging him on, wanting it harder and faster, begging him from lips swollen from sucking Jackson’s cock earlier.

Jackson tried to stay in the moment. Tried to make an indelible memory every time he gazed down on Connor. The way his head threw back and he groaned. The muscles in his arms and his abs flexing as he took Jackson’s thrusts. His thighs as he thrust back, working Jackson at the same time as Jackson worked him.

He didn’t want it to end. It felt so fucking incredible he wanted to stay hard forever, never leaving Connor’s perfect heat. But then Connor began to lose it, his hand reaching down to play with his own cock, barely gripping it at first, teasing it, and then grasping it harder, giving it one or two thrusts.

Jackson barely had time to register what was going to happen before Connor clamped around him, coming hard, and the look on his face as he did, nevermind the hot clasp of his body, was enough to push him into orgasm right alongside Connor.

It was, hands down, the best sex Connor had ever had in his life.

Drowsily, he thought that he’d have to text Tristan back to say, you were right, it was so good I don’t even care if you say I told you so. And his sister, too. Because yeah, that whole I’m straight delusion was definitely over and done with.

Jackson came back with a washcloth and helped him clean up before settling in bed next to him, arm wrapped around Connor’s shoulders.

“No regrets?” Jackson asked. Like he might have them.

Connor laughed, even as hurt unexpectedly bloomed deep inside him. Why had Jackson asked that? Did he have regrets? Had he not wanted to, and Connor had pushed him into it?

No. No. Jackson had seemed every bit as eager as Connor had. He’d enjoyed every minute of it. Connor didn’t think he’d ever forget the look on his face when Connor had come, clenching around his cock.

He’d never forget it either, but then that was a given.

Connor already knew he’d been changed by meeting Jackson Evans.

What he wanted to know was if he was alone. But with the way Jackson kept pulling away, kept making things difficult when they should have been easy, it made it hard to know for sure.

“None whatsoever,” Connor finally answered. He hated the way he sounded when he asked, “You?”

He could hear the vulnerability in his voice. The way he was begging, without words, for Jackson to say no regrets, none whatsoever.

“No,” Jackson finally said, in a low voice.

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