Page 95 of Goaltender Interference

When Connor finally pulled away, his face was flushed. “Hey, do you want me to make you come again?”

“What a dumb question,” Jesse teased.

Eyes crinkling at the corners, Connor shook his head, then reached for the conditioner and squirted some in his palm.

And then Connor was tugging at Jesse’s cock, strokes sure and strong. With his other hand, he teased between Jesse’s ass cheeks, tentatively exploring there. “Still too much?” he whispered.

“No. Keep going.” He was a little sore but it felt good, like the ache after a good game or hard workout. There must have been a little lube or some of Connor’s cum remaining, because Connor was easily able to push inside.

Jesse moaned.

Connor kissed Jesse hard, tugging his cock in rhythm with his strokes, the backs of his fingers rubbing right up against Jesse’s prostate. It lit him up from the inside out, everything going supernova in his head, whiting out everything but the feel of his orgasm and the tight band of Connor’s arms holding him up.

Connor swallowed Jesse’s shout with a kiss, aiming Jesse’s cum right at his own cock. After the final aftershock had passed, Jesse dropped to his knees and licked it off.

“Shit, Jesse …” Connor said, panting. “I don’t know if I can come again so soon.”

Determined to try, Jesse responded by taking Connor into his mouth and sucking hard. He dug his fingers into Connor’s firm ass cheeks, loving the low groan he let out when Jesse encouraged him to fuck his mouth.

“Fuck, I can’twaitto do this after I slide that toy inside you,” Connor said gruffly, combing his fingers through Jesse’s wet hair.

The room was growing steamy, the heat making Jesse even more lightheaded. Or maybe it was the picture Connor painted with his words.

“Would you like that?” Connor asked. “Would you like it if I filled both your holes? I could start out slow, just a little buzz, enough to keep you right there on the edge and?—”

He let out a strangled noise when Jesse hummed and sucked harder, forcing him deeper into Jesse’s throat.

“Fuck, you do like it, don’t you?” Connor babbled. “You want it so bad.”

And Jesse did. He wanted everything Connor had described. Connor was still talking, but Jesse couldn’t even focus on the words anymore, too intent on making him come. He wanted Connor to fuck him, come inside him, then finger him until he was so sensitive he couldn’t take any more. He wanted Connor to eat his own cum out of his ass and …

“Jesse,” Connor rasped, pressing Jesse’s head against his groin until he felt the tickle of damp red curls brush his lips. He choked a little when Connor came down his throat, his hips stuttering as he emptied into Jesse, much less cum than earlier, but enough that when Jesse drew back, it landed on his tongue.

After Connor pulled back completely, Jesse swallowed, watching the way Connor’s eyes grew dark and heavy-lidded. He brushed his thumb against Jesse’s lower lip and Jesse kissed it.

Connor reached down, hauling him to his feet, pressing him against the shower wall to kiss him deeply.

Buzzing, Jesse kissed Connor back, overwhelmed and happy all at once. How was it so good with Connor every time?

How did it keep getting better and better?

Jesse was still dazed when Connor helped him dry off, threw a fresh towel over the still-wet spot on the sheets, then tucked him into bed.

“I like this hotel,” Jesse muttered sleepily. “Great turndown service.”

Connor laughed and kissed him. “Hey, I should probably go.”

“Don’t want you to,” Jesse admitted, patting the bed beside him. “C’mon, crawl in with me.”

“It’s late. I should get back to my room.”

“But Graham already thinks we switched.”

“Which means you should head tothatroom.” Connor pointed to the wall the rooms shared.

Jesse shrugged, squinting tiredly at Connor. “Probably. But I’d rather you get in bed with me and we can figure it out in the morning.”

Connor let out a sound that was somehow both annoyed and fond sounding. He tossed his damp towel on the carpeted floor, then fished around for his clothing, pulling out his phone. He did something on it, then tossed it on the nightstand. “Okay. Fine.”

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