Face Offs & Cheap Shots (CU Hockey 2)

“You won’t.”

This might be the most trust he’s put in me ever, and for some reason, that feels better than the blowjob.

My hands go to either side of his head, and I guide it toward my needy cock.

He opens his mouth, and I tentatively thrust inside, not hard. Jacobs gives me a nod of encouragement.

When I do it again, holy hell, this is what heaven must feel like.

Heat surrounds my cock, and I groan, guttural and deep.

I push into his mouth over and over again, loving the way his lips look wrapped around my tight skin.

His hand stays at the base until he gains some confidence and cups my ass. He controls my speed, encouraging me to go faster.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant but don’t stop.

His fingers bite into my ass cheeks before he pulls a hand away and reaches between his legs.

I falter because the sight of him jerking off while sucking my cock is possibly the best thing I’ve ever seen.

I go at a slower pace so I can watch, but when he moans around me, sending a vibration right to my balls, I can’t hold back and fuck into his mouth at a speed I worry he won’t be able to keep up with.

He pulls off my cock, breathing heavy. I assume I’ve gone too far, but when he glances up at me with hooded eyes and a familiar look, I know it’s because he’s about to come.

I grip my cock and stroke myself. “Open up.”

His mouth drops open, and I keep jerking off. My balls draw up tight, and I know it won’t take long to push me over.

My whole body stiffens as I come on a shout. I aim for his mouth, but only some cum makes it in there. The rest lands on his cheek, his chin, and nose.

I stare down at him while I come, drawing out my orgasm and seemingly triggering his own.

He wrenches his eyes closed and comes on the ground, while I pull back.

I sag against the wall and try to get control of my breathing.

When Jacobs stands, I wipe my cum from his cheek before he ducks his head under the water to wash it off properly.

Once he’s clean, he pulls back and smiles. “The rest of our second date has a lot to live up to.”

I grin. “I’ll say.”

21

Jacobs

Hands down, dumbest thing I’ve ever done. And sure, I checked the locker room to make sure no one was hanging around, but anyone could have forgotten something or Coach could have walked in. What the hell would they have said to finding me on my knees?

It’s a lingering worry, but it’s getting quieter the longer this goes on. Because when I have my hands on Beck, I struggle to think of anything else.

Do I want the team to know? No, but it’s less about us and more about them. They’re a bunch of morons. All I need is to remember how they behaved with that bite mark to know that if they find out we’re fooling around, I’ll never hear the end of it.

I’m self-conscious as we leave the arena and head for Beck’s car, but no one’s around.

“Did you see how proud Coach is of us?” Beck asks when we get on the road. The asshole wouldn’t let me drive his car, so he has to deal with me directing him. I haven’t told him where we’re going in case he thinks it’s dumb.

But what does Beck love more than friendly competition?

“Maybe we should have been blowing each other sooner,” he says.

“Look, if we need to keep fucking for the rest of the year, I’m happy to make that sacrifice.”

“For the team.”

“Such a good captain,” I say with mock seriousness.

“This way?” Beck asks, flicking on his blinker.

“Yep. And then the next left.”

The restaurant and dinner last night were great, and I loved seeing him let his guard down, but tonight, I want to make him smile.

He pulls into the parking lot and leans forward to read the sign over the entrance. “Balls ’n’ Holes?”

“Mini golf.”

“This place is actually called Balls ’n’ Holes? Tell me this is what heaven looks like.”

I laugh and nudge him to get out as I unclip my seat belt and do the same. When I saw the name of this place online, I knew I had to bring him here for that alone. Who knows if mini golf is any good? But if I’m quickly learning anything, it’s that Beck can make anything fun.

We pay for the standard eighteen-hole game and take the balls and putters out with us.

The whole course is lit up, and I’m glad we waited to come once it was dark because the flashing lights and sounds make the place seem more like a carnival than a boring golf course.

“Have you ever put balls in holes before, Topher?” Beck leads me to the tee marked with a number one.