me toward his bed.
I sit on the edge, and he drops to his knees on the floor.
My dick sticks right up, needy and so ready. Any hope of Jacobs forgetting the bet goes out the window when he says, “Hmm, how long do you think I lasted?”
Shit. The pain in my jaw suggests a while. A lot longer than I think I’ll be able to hold out.
“I … uh … forgot to time it. Such a shame.”
He smiles. “I’m pretty sure I have a foolproof way of getting you off in under a minute … if you trust me.”
Do I trust him? On the ice, definitely. Off it? Not so much. Trust him with my dick in his mouth? That’s a lot to ask. But for some reason … I do. I want to know what he has planned.
I nod because I can’t find words.
But when he sucks his finger into his mouth, I’m suddenly not so sure.
“Wait …”
He huffs. “Trust, Beck. Pretend we’re playing hockey right now.”
“Dick hockey?”
“Hmm, I’m thinking more like ass hockey.”
“I don’t even know that means, but that might be … uh …”
“Too gay for you?’
“It’s not that.” Is it though? I haven’t freaked out yet, but maybe …
His gray eyes don’t leave mine as he lowers his head and licks over the slit in my cock.
I suck in a sharp breath.
The fucker grins. Then his mouth closes over my dick, and his finger presses against my ass.
I tense immediately, but he doesn’t do anything. His finger rests there, setting all the nerve endings on fire.
The scruff around his lips scrapes against my skin, giving a whole new sensation.
He sucks me into the warm heat of his mouth, and I suddenly forget about the finger lingering near my ass.
Instead, all I can concentrate on is the way Jacobs seems so much more seasoned at this than me.
“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” I croak. “You’re so—”
He sucks harder and pushes his finger in.
I gasp.
Jacobs glances up at me, and all I can do is nod.
The dual sensation on my dick and in my ass is overwhelmingly powerful. It’s different and new, and I can’t think properly. All I can do is feel.
I thought I knew everything there was to sex. What I like. What I don’t like.
It turns out there’s a whole other playground back there I haven’t explored.
“Keep going,” I say.
All is forgotten about trying to outlast Jacobs, and as soon as he works his finger in, he reaches a spot inside me that make me erupt without warning.
“Oh, shit.” I convulse in his mouth, and he takes it all, apparently even better at swallowing than I am.
I need to up my gay game.
As he pulls off my dick and glances up at me, I know he’s about to gloat and be a sore winner.
I can’t make myself care, because I might’ve lost the bet, but I can’t exactly complain about getting the best blowjob of my life.
15
Jacobs
“Geez,” I taunt. “Here I was thinking I’d actually get some practice in.”
Beck’s eyes widen a second before he flops back on my bed. Thank fuck for research. When I was questioning my feelings for Grant last year, I might have fallen down a rabbit hole of researching gay sex, hoping it would give me an answer and to see if I’d even be into it. I didn’t get what I was looking for, but I’m grateful for it now.
It would be a total lie to say I’m not proud of myself, because holy hell I rocked Beck’s world. That shit gives me some serious bragging rights. And while it might not have lasted long, I think my experiment has well and truly been conducted. I like dick in my mouth. And my hand. And, well, in general.
I lick one of Beck’s balls and am rewarded with his rough, lust-drenched laugh. He twitches away from me and crawls backward over my bed until he rests on the pillows.
This is … different. I eye him warily as I stand, but instead of him picking up on the time to get dressed vibes I’m giving off, he tucks his hands behind his head.
“What are you looking so smug for?” I ask.
“Is that a question? You drained my balls.”
“Yeah, I thought the aim of the game was to last the longest, not set a record for quickest release.”
“You totally cheated.”
“Cheated?”
“Yeah, you never told me there was a magic button up there.”
He’s ridiculous.
“Your prostate, you mean? Please tell me this