Page 102 of Hot Streak

“No?” Connor lifted an eyebrow, the deliberately innocent look on his face warring with the way he licked his lips. He knew exactly what kind of shit he was saying and the reaction he hoped it would provoke.

Jackson shook his head, trying to clear it. But the roar was undeniable, and it occurred to him that maybe he didn’t actually need to resist it.

Every hookup he’d had since Davy, he’d kept his head—at least a portion of it. He’d been smart and cautious and careful. Never taking too much, never losing himself.

No more.

It was so fucking easy to give in to the need swirling inside him and slide to his knees, pulling down Connor’s underwear with him.

His cock was just as pretty as the rest of him, and so hard it twitched when Jackson leaned in, licking his lips in anticipation.

He glanced up at Connor and didn’t think he’d ever forget the way Connor was looking at him, eyes glazed with desire and affection and a little bit of shock, like he’d wanted this, but hadn’t known how to ask for it.

Like he’d be grateful for any little thing Jackson gave him.

It had been so long since anyone had wanted him like this. That anyone had looked at him with that mingled awe and desperation. Jackson had forgotten what it even felt like to be valued this way.

Connor’s fingers tangled in his hair, not pushing. But just cupping his head, like he couldn’t help touching him. Jackson leaned in and licked up his cock, loving the way Connor moaned at just the tiniest touch.

“More, more, God, just like that,” Connor groaned out as Jackson finally let the head slip into his mouth, sucking on it.

The very first time he’d given a blowjob, Jackson hadn’t anticipated how much he’d love it or how much it would turn him on. Before the first, he’d known, without a single doubt in his mind that he was gay, that he liked and wanted men, but by the end, his certainty had been ironclad.

This wasn’t his first blowjob now, not by any stretch, but there were so things that reminded him so viscerally of that first time. How much he loved the weight of Connor’s cock, the taste of it, the way his fingers scrabbled in his hair when he took him deep. The flex of his thigh muscles as he tried to restrain himself from just taking Jackson’s mouth.

It was all a fucking turn-on, but what turned him on more than anything else?

The words spilling from Connor’s mouth. Dirty talk. Praise. A lot of moans. And underpinning everything was an affection and a familiarity that Jackson hadn’t even realized he’d missed, but he did.

This wasn’t just some anonymous hookup in a bar bathroom.

This was Connor.

He’d wanted him, and now, he’d gotten lucky enough to actually have him.

Curling his tongue around the head of Connor’s cock, he gave a particularly determined suck, then let it slip deeper into his mouth and then deeper still. Connor wasn’t huge, and he could almost take him entirely without gagging. If they made a regular habit of this, he’d learn to take it all.

Couldn’t wait to see Connor’s face when he did.

But for now, Jackson had a few more tricks up his sleeve. He wet a thumb with saliva and slipped it back, behind Connor’s balls. Didn’t press it into him, but just circled his hole, gently at first and then firmer.

Not everyone liked this. Connor might think he would—might’ve offered, but nothing proved the truth like actual experience.

Jackson could feel his hole flexing around nothing, wanting more, and Connor was crying out, and that was all the warning Jackson got before he was coming down his throat, finally losing control of his hips as the last bit of pleasure spilled from him.

“Oh my God,” Connor said, exhaling sharply, as Jackson sank back on his heels, feeling both very pleased with himself—and not nearly pleased enough.

His cock, trapped in his jeans, was a hard inescapable reminder of just how much he needed to come.

Reaching down, Connor pulled up his briefs and shorts and then lifted Jackson to his feet. He was surprised at how unsteady he was, but then with how good that had felt, and how good he still wanted to feel, maybe it wasn’t such a shock.

Before he could ask how that had been—though that had seemed superfluous, considering the wonderstruck look currently on Connor’s face—he kissed him.

Apparently he wasn’t worried about tasting his own come, or anything else, because Connor’s tongue entered his mouth and stroked Jackson’s without hesitation.

If he’d been turned on before, Connor wholeheartedly throwing himself into this, without anxiety or fear, ratcheted his arousal up even hotter.

Connor pressed a palm against his cock, right where he needed it, and Jackson groaned into his mouth. Pleasure rocketed through him, even though there were two annoying layers of clothing between Connor’s bare skin and his cock.

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