Face Offs & Cheap Shots (CU Hockey #2) Read Online Eden Finley

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Funny, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: CU Hockey Series by Eden Finley
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 82508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
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“Damn right.”

I press my mouth to his, hot and demanding. I want him to overpower me and fight back, and he doesn’t disappoint.

We wrestle our way toward his bed, losing our clothes along the way.

By the time Jacobs manages to get me beneath him, we’re both writhing and breathing heavy.

“Fuck!” he hisses and leans up on his knees in between my spread thighs.

I reach for his cock, which is harder than granite with precum dripping from the tip. I want to sit up and lick it off, but Jacobs doesn’t let me.

He presses down on my chest. “Stay right there.”

“But—” I stroke him.

He shudders and stills my hand. “I know I usually have more than one round in me, but I want your ass now, and if you keep doing that, I’m going to come all over you.”

Damn, I want that. But I want him in my ass more.

I go to roll over, but he stops me again.

“Stay there. I got you.” Jacobs leans over the bed and pulls out lube and a condom from his desk drawer.

Shuffling down the mattress, he stares up at me as he licks along my cock and then engulfs all of me at once.

My back arches. “Shit.”

He works me over with his mouth, and I don’t even hear the lube bottle opening, but then his finger is there, filling me in the way I’m getting more and more used to.

I welcome the intrusion. Welcome the burn.

But this time, he pushes a second finger in.

It’s tighter, bigger, and a mini freak-out over his dick fitting up there causes me to pause.

He senses it and lifts his head. “You all good?”

His fingers move in and out of me, and I slowly adjust.

I nod.

Jacobs’s gray eyes stay on mine while he stretches me out. The intensity of his gaze should make me self-conscious, but it makes the whole thing hotter. His attention on my pleasure, making sure I’m comfortable, adds to what we have even if I still can’t label it or begin to define it.

I do know sex has never been like this before. This close. This … intimate.

I’m aware of his every move—his every breath.

His touch is tender and mindful, but his confidence surrounds me and fills me with trust.

Trust in him. Trust in us.

Jacobs jerks my cock with his free hand while his fingers inside me work in time with his strokes.

Every hit of my prostate loosens me up a little more until I’m not sure I can take it much longer.

“I’m ready,” I breathe.

“Are you sure?” He hits my prostate again, and I almost come.

“Yes! If you keep going, I’m going to blow.”

He grins and sits up, reaching for the condom.

His fingers leave me, and I miss them already, but it is giving me a chance to compose myself.

Maybe that’s not a good thing though, because as he lines up his dick and the head pushes past that tight muscle, I’m too focused. Too aware.

Shit, this is gonna hurt.

I fuse my eyes shut.

“Hey, bab—eww, wait no.”

My eyes fly open. “Huh?”

He starts to laugh with his dick still poking at my hole which pushes him in a tiny bit deeper, and I wince again.

“I was about to call you baby until I remembered that’s your sister’s actual name, and gross.”

“And there goes my boner. Thanks.”

Jacobs leans over me. “Trust me, I’ll get it back. You just need to breathe and relax, okay?”

I eye him warily because right now he’s barely got the tip in and I’m thinking oh, hell fucking no.

His hand goes between us, and he strokes my now only half-hard cock.

Shake it off, Beckett.

You have to beat Jacobs at something. He’s mastered BJs. Be the best damn bottom ever. Become one with bottoming. Be your carefree, fuck the consequences self and take dick like a champ.

“Teddy, look at me.”

I do as he says, and I get locked in his gaze.

“Breathe.”

When I do, I feel more of him move inside me. Only this time, I don’t fight it.

“Like that. Keep looking at me.”

His face is so telling, and I think I’ve found a new favorite expression—one full of lust. I’ve seen him scowl, I’ve seen him smile. Hell, I’ve even seen his turned-on face multiple times now, but this right here … there’s a controlled strength behind his hooded eyes.

A strength I’ve seen on the ice.

Jacobs eases inside me and stops when he’s buried to the hilt.

He hovers above me, and I can’t resist cupping the back of his head and bringing his mouth down on mine.

His kisses are exactly the type of distraction I need.

Our tongues tangle, and when he moans, my hips respond by lifting off the mattress and making him move inside me.

“You feel amazing,” he murmurs, rocking into my body in small thrusts.

“Duh.” I was trying for confident, but my voice cracks at the end.


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