Page 47 of Goaltender Interference

Jesse couldn’t claim he had a lot of patience, but watching Connor shift in his chair was a powerful incentive to go slow. So, for a little while, he rubbed the outside of his hole, letting out quiet moans and breathy sighs, his gaze never leaving Connor’s.

When Jesse finally pushed inside, Connor’s lips parted and he gulped quietly.

“Mmm.” Jesse let his eyes grow heavy-lidded, smugly pleased by the reaction. “That feels good. Not as good as your fingers did in Chicago though. Fuck, you had the perfect angle.”

Connor’s breathing sped up.

“Yeah, you like watching me?” Jesse teased, licking his lips while he pushed in deeper. “You like seeing how quickly my hole swallows my fingers?”

Connor cursed quietly, shifting again, and Jesse glanced at his lap. Oh yeah, there it was. That solid bulge pushing at the fly of Connor’s jeans. Fuck, he wanted that inside him.

“Oh, you do, don’t you?” he purred. “Mmm, fuck, I think I might need to add another finger or two if I want it to be as thick as your cock.”

Jesse scissored the digits wide before he pulled his fingers free, watching Connor’s gaze zero in on where he gaped open for a fraction of a second before winking closed. “Fuck, I can’t take too long though,” he said with a sigh. “I feel so empty without something inside me.”

He slicked his fingers again, and this time, he didn’t wait to push all three inside, just went for it. “Fuuuck, yeah, that’s better.”

He fucked himself a little more forcefully this time, pushing deeper, moving faster. He was probably rushing it a little but he could already hear the rough, ragged sound of Connor’s breathing, see the way he wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans before he crossed his arms again.

“The only problem with using my fingers is that it never quite reaches far enough,” Jesse admitted with a gasp. Because he might be teasing Connor but that didn’t mean he wasn’t turning himself on too. It didn’t mean he wasn’t also getting desperate.

Jesse’s cock was hard against his belly now, a sticky trail of pre-cum leaking from the tip. He was tempted to stroke himself but he couldn’t risk coming before Connor gave in and fucked him.

“You know what works better?” he purred, grabbing for the toy beside his hip with his free hand. “This.”

Connor released a shaky exhale.

A little reluctantly, Jesse pulled his fingers free. He rubbed the lube on them across the head of the massager, then added some more, drizzling it carefully along the shaft until it was thoroughly coated. He held up the toy, watching it glisten in the light.

With a wink, Jesse lowered the toy, easing it inside his body. He sighed when it was seated deep. “Nice, huh? It’s not your cock, but it’ll do.”

The chair creaked when Connor shifted again.

“Don’t you remember how good it felt?” Jesse asked breathily, letting his head fall back as he squeezed around the toy. It wasn’t even on yet and it felt fantastic, nudging up against his prostateperfectly. “Yeah, I bet you do. I bet you remember exactly how good it was to have your dick inside me. I know I do.”

Connor let out a strangled moan and Jesse lifted his head to see Connor’s eyes glittering intently.

“But this toy has been good. And I’m about to show you exactly how much I like it.”

He reached for the remote, turning it on, a long, low moan leaving his lips as the vibrations started. It stimulated him from the insideandthe outside, tapping and vibrating and nudging him in all of the right places.

“Fuck, Connor,” Jesse said with a gasp, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. “Fuck it’s so good. God, I try to hold out as long as I can but I can’t stop thinking about you. Your dick inside me. How you pinned me down and fucked me. There’s a reason I named the toy Connor?—”

A clatter filled the air and Jesse lifted his head to see Connor standing, the chair tipped over onto the floor, his chest heaving.

“Jesse …” His voice cracked.

“C’mon, Connor.” Jesse licked his lips. “Just think about it. You could spend all season imagining all of the other people I’m screwing or you can be the one whose name I’m calling out. It’s your choice.”

With a groan, Connor put one knee on the bed. His chest rose and fell in quick, desperate little inhales and exhales. “I’m gonna regret this,” he said roughly.

“No you won’t.” Jesse looked him in the eye. “I’ll make sure of it.”

With one final sound of surrender, Connor surged up and kissed him. He settled his mouth over Jesse’s, plunging his tongue into Jesse’s mouth while he nudged Jesse’s hand away from the toy. “Let me,” he said.

And then he was pressing in deeper, biting at Jesse’s lips and swallowing his moan.

Jesse could feel the rough texture of Connor’s jeans against his inner thigh and the soft brush of his shirtsleeve against his balls as he fucked the toy in and out of Jesse’s body.

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