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My brain doesn’t compute what he’s doing at first. I never even allowed myself to consider this possibility during my teenage fantasies. There was always something dominating about Fantasy Connor that wouldn’t allow him to get on his knees for me. But Fantasy Connor was not Real Connor, and I’m quickly realizing that I might have never known Real Connor at all.

Real Connor pulls my shorts and boxers down in one swift movement. I gasp when my cock springs free. His breath is hot on the tip before he licks the precum beading from my slit. I have to clench my teeth until they hurt to stop from crying out. Connor’s hands roam my chest and stomach as he takes me into his mouth. I bite my lip, tasting blood when Connor swallows me to the root in one go.

His fingertips ghost over my nipples as he licks and sucks, head bobbing between my legs. Holy shit, I never imagined Connor giving such an enthusiastic blow job.

I prop one foot on the coffee table and plant my hands in his hair while he sucks me with expert skill. His head is nestled comfortably inside the triangle of my legs. My shorts pool around my ankles. He moans around me, making it so hard to stop myself from echoing him.

Anyone could come down here at any second and catch Connor on his knees in the living room, enthusiastically sucking my dick. But I can’t make myself care enough to stop him. He wouldn’t be doing this right now if he didn’t want to.

Still, as much as I want this to last forever, the longer he’s down there, the more chance we have of being caught.

“Connor, please,” I whisper.

He moves faster, sucks harder, hands moving from my chest to my hips to pull me closer, holding me in a vice-like clamp. I have to put a cushion over my face to mask my moans. I tug his hair tight to warn him I’m close. When he keeps going at the same pace, I pull the cushion off my face long enough to tell him, “I’m gonna come.”

It only makes him double his efforts. One of the hands tightly gripping my hip slides down to cup my balls. His fingers slide down over my taint until they reach my ass. He only has to ghost a touch over my hole for me to lose it.

I bite the cushion pressed against my face to stop from making a sound.

Connor’s mouth is warm and wet as it milks me dry. He’s still lapping me up when I start to shudder and push him away.

I’m dazed as I try to catch my breath and listen to my heart rate steady itself. My head’s pounding and my skin tingles all over. No one has ever given me a full-body orgasm like that from a blow job.

“Wow,” I say when I can manage words again.

Connor crawls back up onto the couch beside me. A low laugh rumbles through his chest. “Yeah.”

He looks blissed out, like he’s the one who just got the best blow job of his life. His hair is a mess from where I was pulling at it. His lips swollen and his clothes rumpled.

I pull my pants up, realizing I’m still sitting here with my dick out. Connor must have swallowed my cum. He must have licked me clean. My face floods with heat as I right myself.

“How did you get so good at that?”

“Practice?” he says with a coy smile.

“Don’t. I hate everyone you’ve done that to.”

“You asked.” He laughs. “We’re lucky no one came down her and caught us.”

I think of Scout upstairs in bed and that guilt threatens to come flooding back. But then I glance at Connor and he’s watching me with desire in his eyes, licking his lips. His cock straining against his pants.

“Can I—” I gesture to the tent in his sweats.

He shakes his head.

“Not now. We got lucky.”

“But—”

“It was good for me, too,” he says, eyes traveling to my shorts as he licks his lips, like he’s thinking about my dick and getting off on it. I’ve never had someone worship my dick before.

11

CONNOR

When I get off the ice, there are a ton of messages waiting for me on my phone. A couple from my boss in Palo Alto, asking for an update and if I’ll be ready to come back to work by the date we discussed. A message from Damien Rogers, asking if I’ve found an agent yet and if I’ll be able to give him an answer about the ECHL in two weeks’ time.

It’s all too much. I can’t decide my entire future right now.