Face Offs & Cheap Shots (CU Hockey Book 2)

The urge to reach for Jacobs’s hand as we get back to campus kinda sucks. Because blowjobs and handjobs are one thing. This … this is … more.

I’m up for it—in more ways than one. My cock is already hard behind my jeans which makes walking from the parking lot to our dorms mildly annoying, but not as annoying as not being able to do the simple act of holding his hand in case someone sees.

The minute we step onto the elevator and the door closes, I take my opportunity. Our fingers intertwine.

“Nervous?” Jacobs asks.

“Does it feel like I’m nervous?” I move our joined hands over my crotch. Because I’m classy as fuck.

It’s hard to explain why I’m not nervous. I should be. For more reasons than a dick in my ass sounds painful.

I should be nervous about the guys finding out.

I should be nervous about the bigger repercussions of what Jacobs and I have been doing—defining my sexuality and coming … out?

Coming out sounds like the wrong term. It’s not like I’m Foster Grant. It’s not like my attraction to guys—or guy if we’re being specific—is a thing I’ve always known or even suspected. I’m not an LGBTQ advocate, and shit, before I met Grant, I was an ignorant asshole.

It doesn’t feel right saying a switch flipped when Jacobs kissed me because I’m still the exact same person I was before I started seeing Jacobs in a different light.

If someone told me to label it right now, I’d say, “I’m dating a guy, and I like it.”

Is Tophersexual an identity? Because I’d be down for that.

“Beck?”

Jacobs’s arm holds the elevator door open, and I snap out of my distraction of trying to figure out what this is. Because the truth is, I don’t need to know all the answers right this minute.

“Are you sure you’re not nervous?”

I step past him. “Not about this.”

I put my hands in my pockets so I’m not tempted to plaster myself to him until we’re behind closed doors again.

Lucky too because Rossi comes out of his room as we reach Jacobs’s.

Jacobs stiffens.

Rossi looks at us with a weird expression, like he can’t comprehend why I’d be with Jacobs, but he doesn’t question it. “We’re on our way to McIntyre’s if you guys are interested.”

I nod. “Maybe later.”

“Sweet. See yas.”

As soon as Rossi’s gone, I turn to Jacobs. I expect him to freak out, but he doesn’t.

He grabs my shirt and pulls me into his room. “Quick, before any more of them converge.”

I laugh as he closes the door and then slams me against it.

“Is that how this is gonna go, is it?” I rasp.

He pulls me forward only to turn and push me hard against the wall this time. “Yep.”

I smile. “Think I’m not going to at least try to flip this around?” I spin us so he’s the one pinned.

“You wouldn’t be Beck if you didn’t.”

“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.

Not even a sexy croak, but a very high-pitched, unsure sound.

I push through it. “Told you I’d ace this bottoming thing.”

“Can I move properly yet?”

Fucker. “You’re not allowed to call me on my bullshit when you’re inside me. It’s like, the law.”

Jacobs laughs hard.

“And now you’re laughing. Best sex ever, am I right?”

“Maybe if you shut up and focused, we could get this thing going. Then we can decide if it’s the best sex ever.”

“Me? Shut up? I think you’re forgetting—”

Jacobs attacks my mouth, his tongue pushing its way inside and forcing me to be quiet.

The best way to make me silent.

We’re all groans and grunts, hard body against hard body, and when Jacobs does move again, I’m finally able to relax enough for him to go at a faster pace.

My ass responds to every thrust, contracting and releasing, letting him in deeper and deeper.

And when his big hand grips my thigh and lifts my leg to wrap around his waist, he hits my prostate.

“Oh, shit,” I whisper.

He hits it again.

My feet tingle.

I suddenly can’t catch my breath, and Jacobs picks up pace.

I want to push him away and ask for more at the same time. It feels different but amazing, and I break into a sweat trying to take it all in.

My face burns.

Jacobs runs his finger down my face. “You’re hot when you’re all flushed.”

“I’m always hot.”

Jacobs laughs, sending a ripple through me.

I need more. Or less.

I don’t know what I need. All I know is I want Jacobs to keep going.

I throw my head back, and Jacobs lowers his mouth to suck on my neck.

He trembles above me. His big body is sweaty and heavy, and his damp hair tickles my skin.

“More.” I gasp for air.

“More what?”

“I don’t fucking know.”

He chuckles. “I think I know what you might need.”

Sitting up and leaning back, Jacobs grips my hips and pulls me forward with that superhuman strength he has, pushing his dick into me in one hard thrust.

My breath catches, and I let out a strained moan.

“That’s only the half of it,” Jacobs says, sounding more confident than he ever has.

I think my cockiness is rubbing off on him.

And speaking of rubbing off, Jacobs reaches for my cock, and yes, that’s what I need.

The second his fingers wrap around my dick, everything changes. I’m no longer lost in between pleasure and frustration. I’ve found a world of holy fuck that feels good, and I never want to leave it.

Jacobs’s dick in my ass, filling it completely. His hand on my cock, stroking in earnest.

This is the most intense experience of my life.

Cum hits my stomach before I even realize I’ve been sent over the edge. And then my orgasm hits so hard my vision blurs, and I have to close my eyes to stop the room from spinning.

I grit my teeth, and the sounds slipping out of me are downright pornographic.

Jacobs’s thrusts increase, not letting me catch my breath, but when he stills inside me and grunts his release, my breath is taken away for another reason.

He’s so goddamn beautiful when he comes.

His body slows, his cock pushing past my oversensitive prostate two more times before he collapses completely on top of me.

We stay like that for who knows how long, sweating and breathing all over each other.

When he eventually disengages, I wince, both missing the feeling of him being inside me and thankful for the break.

He stumbles toward the bathroom to ditch the condom but comes right back.

Slipping back into bed, he curls up next to me.

“You could’ve brought me a towel,” I grumble.

He pulls the sheet up that’s pooled at our feet and wipes the cum off my stomach. “There. Fixed.”

I snort.

“And you win.” Jacobs still hasn’t caught his breath. “Power bottom of the year goes to you.”

“I’d like to thank the academy and my agent for this award.” I swallow, my mouth dry. “But, you know, that title is still up for grabs.”

I roll onto my side and run my hand up Jacobs’s thigh to his ass and give his cheek a big firm squeeze.

“Sure. Though, I’ll be lucky to get it up again in a week.” His chest heaves. “Shit, I don’t think I’ve come that hard ever.”

“You should be on the receiving end.”

His eyes meet mine. “Can’t wait.”