Page 60 of Goaltender Interference

Jesse slid off with a pop, then licked his lips. “Can I play with your ass?”

Connor shuddered at the rough sound of Jesse’s voice. That shouldn’t be so hot to knowwhyhe was hoarse.

“Just like a finger or two?” Connor asked, curious but a little apprehensive.

“Yeah. Or whatever you’re cool with.”

Connor’s heart sped up. He’d seen how hard Jesse had come with something up his ass. It was worth a try, right?

“Yeah. Yeah, do it.” Maybe that was Jesse’s thing and maybe Connor would hate it but he’d definitely regret it if he didn’t try.

“Grab the lube for me,” Jesse said, smoothing his hands up and down Connor’s thighs.

Connor turned, stumbling toward the nightstand. He dug out the bottle Jesse had used the other day, then handed it over. Jesse shuffled into position, then wet his fingers, his gaze never leaving Connor’s when he took him in his mouth again.

The slick heat of Jesse’s mouth wrecked him and, for a moment, Connor forgot all about what else Jesse wanted to do. But he tensed a little when Jesse reached around him, his fingers brushing Connor’s cheeks.

Connor took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax.

When he did, Jesse slipped his fingers inside the crease of Connor’s ass, teasing a little, gliding along his opening.

The feel of it lit up nerve endings in Connor’s body that he’d never thought about before, making his dick throb. He inadvertently pushed his cock deeper into Jesse’s mouth and Jesse made a soft humming noise around him, gaze questioning.

“Keep going,” Connor said with a quiet gasp. “C’mon. Do it.”

Jesse pushed forward, one long, narrow finger sliding in deep. Connor choked, his grip tightening on Jesse’s hair. Fuck, that felt weird. Weird butgood.

He only had hazy memories of what they’d done the night after the wedding but he vaguely remembered this, only now, it seemed like the sensations had been dialed up to eleven, sharp and intense.

Connor clenched around Jesse’s finger, groaning when that only made it feel better. Jesse sucked harder, bobbing over him faster, the muscles in his upper back and arms flexing as he worked Connor over.

“Jesse,” Connor warned, because if Jesse kept this up long, he’d come in no time at all.

But Jesse kept teasing him, working his finger in and out in an overwhelming, twisting slide. Connor’s thighs trembled and he whined in a way that was frankly embarrassing when Jesse pulled his finger out. It was quickly replaced by two digits pressing gently against his entrance.

Connor tensed, head swimming, stomach tight when Jesse teased at his opening for a moment before he gently applied pressure again. Jesse pulled his head away but only far enough to suck at the head of Connor’s dick, teasing along the crown with devastating little flicks of his tongue.

It was so good, so all-consuming that Connor barely noticed what else Jesse was doing until he suddenly had two fingers deep inside him. Connor choked but he could do nothing to stop it.

Nor did he want to. It wasgood. So fucking good.

Connor had never felt anything like the molten heat pooling in his belly, his head swimming, his entire body trembling with the need to let go.

Jesse pulled away with another wet sound.

“Use your hands,” he said roughly. “Fuck my face. Come down my throat. C’mon, give me what I want, Connor.”

Jesse swallowed Connor down again and Connor’s grip tightened on Jesse’s hair before he could stop himself—beginning to thrust in earnest. Jesse made a happy noise, taking him all the way to the root. Connor shuddered, the dizzying feeling of his impending orgasm racing through his groin and spreading across his body, urging him to come.

When Jesse curled his fingers and sucked harder, everything went white in Connor’s head.

He came with a hoarse shout, gasping out Jesse’s name as he emptied down his throat, fucking past the tight constriction there. That molten heat spread everywhere, leaving him panting and shaking.

Time and space narrowed to the feelings in his body, and his balls ached by the time his head finally cleared enough to think again.

“Christ,” he said fervently, still clutching Jesse’s hair.

Jesse made desperate noise, slapping his thighs, and Connor immediately let go. Jesse slid off him, gulping in air. His face was red and his eyes were watering when he wiped at them with his forearm.

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