Page 90 of Goaltender Interference

“Where you want me.”

Jesse snorted quietly. “Well, I always want your fingers or dick in my ass.”

Connor laughed, nipping at his skin again. “I meant mymouth.”

Jesse jerked, lifting his head off the pillow. “You want torimme? Connor O’Shea, I had no idea you had it in you.”

“Hey, careful. Keep your voice down,” Connor reminded him, though he wasn’t actually upset.

“How do you even know about rimming?” Jesse sounded genuinely shocked.

“I have Google on my phone, you know,” Connor shot back, shifting to rest on his heels.

Viv had been uptight in bed, and sure, maybe he hadn’t exactly known a lot about sex with men when he and Jesse started this, but he felt like he’d gotten up to speed quickly. His first blowjob had been awkward and the second not a whole lot better, but he’d enjoyed it enough to keep trying, especially when Jesse seemed to enjoy it so much.

He wanted Jesse to feel good. Helikedmaking Jesse feel good.

“Yeah?” Jesse gave him a slow smile. He kicked off his pajamas, then shifted, lifting his hips up and back before dropping his head. “Show me what you learned, Captain.”

Connor groaned. “Just for that, I should say no.”

“You should’ve said no last summer, and yet, you seem to keep sayingyes,” Jesse said with that quicksilver grin of his.

Connor huffed out a laugh. “You’re not wrong.”

He shifted until he knelt between Jesse’s feet. “You’ll tell me what you like?”

“Do you want feedback or me to be quiet? Because I’m no good at doing both.”

“Quiet then. But tell me if you don’t like something.”

“That I can do.”

Reassured, Connor ran a hand across Jesse’s cheek and tugged. He felt a little dizzy when he stared down at Jesse’s hole. He hadno idea what he was doing but people online raved about it and he might as well give it a shot.

He dropped his head, pressing a kiss to the tight opening, then flicking his tongue across it.

Jesse let out a shaky laugh. “Oh fuck, your beard …”

“Bad?” Connor asked, lifting his head.

“Uhh, no.”

“Thought you were gonna be quiet unless you didn’t like something,” Connor reminded him.

“Told you I’m no good at that,” Jesse muttered.

Oh, Jesse.“Well, try,” he said aloud.

He pressed a kiss to Jesse’s ass cheek, making him shiver. So, Jesse liked the feel of his beard, huh? Connor let it brush across Jesse’s skin as he kissed his way over to Jesse’s hole again. He used both thumbs to press Jesse’s cheeks apart, then licked again.

A slow, broad swipe of the flat of his tongue had Jesse squirming under him. So he did it again. And again. He traced the tip of his tongue around Jesse’s hole, then flicked it. Jesse moaned.

Chuckling, Connor kept it up, trying to figure out what Jesse seemed to like best. When he dipped the tip of his tongue inside, Jesse made a strangled noise and Connor shifted, stretching out over Jesse’s back.

“I really am gonna have to get you a gag, aren’t I?” he teased, pressing a kiss to the side of Jesse’s neck.

Jesse whimpered, his face mashed into the pillow.

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