button on his shorts and lower the zipper. His bare cock springs free, and my gaze gets stuck on it. Swollen and desperate-looking, the reddish head leaks precum as I give him a stroke.
“Commando?”
“Yup. I knew tonight was going to end this way. Less obstacles.”
“Who knew you were smart as well as good at hockey?”
That adorable frown line I love so much creases his forehead. “I feel like there could be a compliment in there somewhere, but I’m struggling to see it.”
I laugh and give his cock another hard stroke.
“Fuck, who cares,” he breathes. He closes the gap between us again and kisses me while I jerk him slow but firm.
I moan.
Our bodies are pressed against each other, and when I move my hand over him, I feel it on my cock through the material of my jeans.
I could come like this.
No. Hold out.
I can’t catch my breath.
I pull away from his mouth and try to get my body under control.
Ooh, idea.
“So, what are the stakes here?” I ask.
“Wha?” Jacobs is barely listening. He’s too busy rolling his hips and sliding his cock in and out of my hand.
“I bet I can make you come faster than you can get me off.”
Jacobs huffs. “Does everything have to be a competition with you?”
“Nope. That’s a Jacobs-specific thing.”
“Oh, now I feel special.”
“And I’m about to make you feel so fucking good.” I drop to my knees.
His shorts are around his ankles, his shirt still on. I lift the hem so I can get a good look at what I’m working with and let out a loud breath.
Anticipation and ego mix with my nerves at the sight of his cock. I’ve glanced at this thing a million times but never really took notice. It’s a lot more intimidating being eye to … eye with it.
Jacobs covers my hand on his dick with his own and moves it.
Oops. I might’ve stalled for a second.
“What, you scared? What happened to ‘it’s so small you can’t even see it’? Different story now it’s going down your—”
I cover the head with my mouth to shut him up.
It works.
Well, it changes the topic anyway.
“Holy fucking, shit fucking fuck.”
I’d chuckle if I wasn’t trying to concentrate so hard.
And, okay, it’s not as magically hot giving instead of receiving. It’s weird.
I’m conscious of my teeth and trying to take more in my mouth, breathing through my nose, and moving my hand on the part my mouth doesn’t cover.
But when I glance up at Jacobs through my lashes and see him staring down at me with hooded eyes, his lips parted while he tries to suck in air, and the way his chest heaves … okay, there’s the magic.
It’s just as hot from this angle.
As much as I want to explore and take my time, I have a bet to win. I suck him deeper but still not far enough. I might be too amateur for deep-throating yet.
So I think of what feels good for me and try to replicate it.
I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, and a salty taste hits my tongue. Right direction, then.
I do that again and move my hand to cup his balls.
His cock is hard as steel and feels heavy in my mouth.
“Oh God. Oh fuck.” His hand flies into my hair and grips tight.
Bingo.
The more noise he makes, the more confidence I get, and I suck him as deep as I can.
“Beck …”
It’s not the first time my name’s been called out during sex, but the deep rasp of Jacobs’s voice makes it the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
“Beck.” His hand tightens, and when the first spurts of cum land in my mouth, I’m taken off guard.
Guess he was trying to warn me.
I swallow as much as I can, but there’s a lot. Or, it feels like a lot. I keep my mouth on him, but cum dribbles out the side and runs down my chin.
Eventually Jacobs stops trembling, and his hand releases from my hair.
As I stand, I wipe my mouth and smile smugly.
Jacobs laughs. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“It’s not being conceited if I have the goods to back it up.”
Jacobs reaches for my chin and leans in. “You missed a spot.” As he kisses his own cum off my skin, I almost lose my composure.
“Fuck, my turn.”
It’s Jacobs’s turn to be smug. He reaches for my shirt, while I go for my pants.
He gets rid of the rest of his clothes, and when we’re both naked, he pushes