Page 91 of Goaltender Interference

Okay, so maybe Jesse liked that thought. Inspired, Connor coaxed Jesse to lift his head. “Hey, look at me.”

Jesse blinked, staring. Connor tapped two fingers against Jesse’s lower lip. “Suck my fingers.”

Jesse’s mouth dropped open, surprise clearly written across his face, before he nodded. He took Connor’s fingers in his mouth, wetting them with his tongue before he began to suck. His eyes were wide, gaze needy, and Connor grinned because he was pretty sure he’d unlocked something Jesse was super, super into.

He shifted, feeling the stretch in his shoulder when he settled back, face level with Jesse’s ass again. It was an awkward position, keeping his fingers in Jesse’s mouth as he licked him, but he had a long reach and it definitely quieted Jesse’s moans.

And Jesse clearly loved it.

He sucked harder every time Connor did something he liked, little shivers rippling up and down his spine. Connor lost track of everything but the feel of Jesse’s reactions when he dipped his tongue into Jesse’s hole, using his free hand to keep Jesse’s ass cheeks apart.

Jesse’s skin was warm against his arm, sheened with sweat, and he moved restlessly, seeking more. With every lap of Connor’s tongue, he whimpered around Connor’s fingers in his mouth. Connor stretched, pushing them in a little deeper at the same time he pushed his tongue in.

He tongue-fucked Jesse’s hole until his mouth ached and his beard and mustache were damp with spit. By the time he pulled back, he had to suck in a ragged breath, like he’d skated a hard shift. Connor dove in again, lapping and sucking at Jesse’s hole, loving the way he trembled and pushed back.

Connor’s own cock pulsed with need and he vaguely remembered Jesse had also asked him to fuck him raw. Connor shivered. If that was what Jesse wanted … who was Connor to deny him?

He eased away, Jesse reluctantly letting Connor’s fingers slide from his mouth.

“Why’d you stop?” he said breathlessly, his fingers clenched in the tangled sheets. “It was just getting good.”

“Do you wanna come like that or do you wanna get fucked raw?”

“Fuck me,” Jesse said immediately, craning his neck to look at Connor. “Please. Fuck me.”

Connor reached for the lube. He smeared some on his cock, hissing at the slick pressure of his hand. God, he was so ready for this.

He slicked two fingers, dragging them across Jesse’s hole. “How much prep do you need?”

“Not much. Just a little lube.”

Connor dipped his fingers inside, taking a moment to graze Jesse’s prostate.

“I’m good,” he said in a strangled voice and Connor did it again because he could. Because he liked the way Jesse swore and shook.

Jesse’s knuckles went white as he gripped the sheets tighter. “Get your dick inside me, Connor,” he hissed.

Chuckling, Connor eased his fingers out. He rose to his knees, pressing the tip of his cock against Jesse’s hole. “You want this?”

“Connor …”

Still chuckling, Connor pushed forward, his lube-slick fingers sliding a little on Jesse’s hip.

Without the usual fingering, he felt extra snug, or maybe that was the way everything felt magnified without the condom on. Connor could feel every slick inch and his head swam with the overwhelming pleasure of it when he bottomed out.

Jesse moaned into the pillow again and Connor leaned forward, wrapping an arm around his waist. He hauled Jesse upright, then pressed his clean fingers to his lips again. Jesse swallowed them greedily, sucking hard while Connor used his free hand to encourage Jesse to rise and fall over his cock. His back was warm and a little sweaty against Connor’s chest, and he shivered in Connor’s arms, like he was completely overwhelmed.

Connor kissed his shoulder, smiling, nibbling a little at the skin, tasting the faint traces of salt there. That only seemed to spur Jesse on and he rose and fell faster over him, the slick sounds of their bodies slapping together heating Connor’s blood more.

Connor wanted to get a hand on him, wanted to stroke his cock until he came apart, but it appeared he didn’t need to because a moment later, Jesse clenched around Connor so tight he went lightheaded. He trembled and shivered in Connor’s arms, then slumped back against him.

“You want me to stop or keep going?” Connor whispered in his ear.

He didn’t answer verbally, but he rose over Connor’s cock, then slid back down. He whimpered around Connor’s fingers like it was a lot—maybetoomuch—and Connor expected him to stop.

But he kept going.

Kept fucking himself over Connor’s dick, every muscle taut as he rode him. Connor closed his eyes and buried his face against the curve of Jesse’s neck. Everything narrowed to the scent of Jesse’s skin, the warmth of him in Connor’s arms, and the slick glide of their bodies together. It was all so good, and urgency gathered low in his belly, winding him tighter and tighter until he could no longer fight his release.

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