Page 89 of Hot Streak

Jackson curled a hand around his head, not pushing him but guiding him a little, and then, just when he was really getting into, loving the way he tasted, the way he even felt in his mouth, Jackson dug his fingers into his hair and jerked him up.

“Shit,” Jackson cried and then he was coming between them in long, endless spurts.

“Was that . . .” Connor licked his lips, still tasting the salty-sweet flavor of him there. “Was that . . .okay?”

Jackson stared at him, eyes so wide. “Was that okay?” He started to laugh. “It was fucking incredible.”

“I didn’t know what I was doing, really,” Connor said.

“I know,” Jackson said, and his words practically felt like a caress. “But you did amazing. I’m . . .I’m blown away.”

“It was good then?”

“Come ’ere,” Jackson said and patted the bed next to him.

Connor was surprised. He’d half-expected Jackson to dismiss him from his bed, the moment it was over.

But he didn’t.

He wanted Connor to stay close.

And Connor realized he wanted it too, more than ever before. He’d definitely had his share of hookups in the past, and he’d never wanted to cuddle after.

Just like the mind-blowing kissing and then the equally mind-blowing orgasm, Connor was beginning to think this wasn’t really a guy thing, more like a Jackson thing.

Connor crawled up and wasn’t sure the extent of how Jackson wanted him so just lay next to him, hip to hip, but not touching anywhere else. So they could conceivably just label themselves as adjacent, not actually cuddling.

Jackson glanced over at him. “You alright?” he asked.

He thought that was plenty obvious, though he was already half-hard again. Bless being young and finally getting the guy he’d been lusting after for weeks now into bed.

Jackson’s gaze skimmed over his body, resting finally on his cock, which then gave a helpful—and likely hopeful—twitch against his thigh. He chuckled. “I guess that’s the answer then,” he continued. “No freakouts for you. You’re ready to go again.”

Connor cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Doing that . . .” God, he’d sucked Jackson’s cock with zero shame, he could at least say the word. “Uh, blowjob. That turned me on.”

Jackson grinned. “Yeah?”

“This is where you say, anytime you wanna have a go again, it’s all yours,” Connor teased. But it wasn’t just a joke, either. He wanted to know, without asking straight out, if they were ever going to do this again. Was this just a one-time-only thing?

Based on Jackson’s fierce determination to avoid this situation, Connor didn’t think there was a trail of teammate hookups dragging behind him. Maybe he wasn’t the first or the only, but he knew he was one of very few.

Surely Jackson breaking his normally inflexible rules meant something, but Connor wasn’t going to assume what either of them wanted. He could hardly demand to know what Jackson wanted out of this when he still didn’t know himself.

“And here I thought you were absolutely shit at seduction,” Jackson joked right back.

“Hey, I’m not that bad. I got you into bed, didn’t I?”

Jackson’s eyes softened. “I told you. I don’t do this.”

“Exactly.”

“I mean . . .I only did it once before and . . .” Just when Connor desperately wanted to see the look on Jackson’s face, he turned it away. Like he was afraid of how much it might reveal.

But now he’d piqued Connor’s curiosity. “When? With who?”

Jackson didn’t say anything for so long, Connor thought he might have to ask again, and he didn’t know if he had the balls for that.

Hey, you had the balls to give the guy a blowjob.

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