Chapter 21 Vox
Vox
I’ve never been great at processing, and apparently, I’m still not.
I’m sitting on this couch, openly staring at Connor, wondering what the hell would’ve happened to me if Connor Lang, my biggest role model, the first crush I ever had, and the reason I board the way I do, had been killed that night.
When he disappeared from the public eye, I was pissed, but that anger fueled me to keep pushing, go faster, carve harder, turn sharper.
It gave me the edge I needed to win at all costs because I was hellbent on being better than him, breaking his records, and proving to myself that I could be the best. And Connor is the gold standard when it comes to boarding.
My sudden need to touch him is overwhelming. I need the physical contact as a reminder that he’s okay, but I’m very aware of our current company.
“Um, can I talk to you outside for a second?” I choke out, not really sure what my game plan is here.
Connor nods and excuses us.
I want to tread carefully. This new knowledge does so many things to me, including making me more aware of why he stepped away when he loved the sport, and increasing my understanding of why this coaching job is so important to him.
I don’t want to jeopardize that…but, fuck.
“Vox, I didn’t bring you here so you would pity me,” Connor says, placing his hands in his pants pockets, trying to keep them warm. It’s cold as hell out here, and neither of us put our jackets on before coming outside.
“I know, I just…” I trail off, totally at a loss for words, and when he turns to face me, I can’t stop myself from pulling him into my chest. He stiffens at first, but then relaxes and melts against me.
I can feel the tension leave his body. My arms are around his neck and shoulders, and when his arms snake around my waist, it’s impossible to ignore how good he feels here.
His chest is heaving as much as my own, and when I feel his sob break free, I snap.
Turning my head to the side, I bury my face in his neck, my lips taking what they want.
I didn’t mean to make contact at all, let alone make it sexual.
I just wanted to let him know I’m here, and I’m not judging him or thinking any less of him.
Instead, tasting his skin is making my brain hazy with lust, and all I can think is ‘how do I get more?’
Connor’s moan is accompanied by his hand flying to my ass, and I lose all sense of time and space and where the hell we are as I suck harder on the column of his neck before cupping his face with both hands, panting into his open, waiting mouth.
“Please,” is all he says before my tongue brushes across his lips, parting them easily.
My favorite thing about kissing guys is that they tend to use more tongue than women…
and when I kiss, I like it fucking wet. Connor and I inhale each other, our tongues tangling in a sloppy, all-consuming mess.
I’m plundering his mouth like it’s the treasure hold on a pirate ship, and his tongue is fighting mine for dominance.
He lets me claim victory as he moves to lick my bottom lip while I tongue-fuck his mouth even deeper.
He moans again, causing my own grunt of desire to escape as he subtly grinds his hips into me with one hand still on my ass and the other on the back of my head.
Still nipping and licking my lower lip, I move to do the same to his top one in a movie-perfect French kiss that’s made my toes go numb and has my balls ready to explode.
I’m about to lick a line from the hollow in his throat to the bottom of his chin and cover his neck in hickeys when the door opens.
I jump back so fast I almost knock Louisa to the ground.
“Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” I say, reaching out to steady her.
Through a quiet chuckle, she says, “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just wanted to hand you these,” she says, holding our coats out for us. “I also wanted to invite you to stay for dinner and thought you could use the private moment to discuss.”
I’m not embarrassed about being caught kissing a man. Hell, I do that in front of crowds all the time…but it’s a little nerve-wracking to be caught climbing my coach like a tree on the front porch owned by a woman I just met.
“Thank you, Louisa,” Connor says, finding his voice first, though it’s strained. “We’ll be right in.”
She nods and closes the door without another word.
“I’m sorry,” I say immediately. “Guess everyone’s right; I’m not great at control.”
Connor gives me a sad smile. “You are when you want to be.”
“I really don’t want to be when I’m with you,” I confess, hooking my fingers in the pockets of his pants, pulling him toward me.
My fingertips graze the edge of his swollen cock, and his hips thrust forward as a harsh exhale leaves his lips.
“Vox.” My name is a plea on his lips, but whether it’s to stop or to keep going, I’m not sure. Either way, I don’t want to get him in trouble, and I don’t want to be the reason he suffers more than he already has.
So, I remove my hands.
“Are we staying for dinner?” I ask, changing the subject and letting him off the hook.
“It’s up to you.”
“I’m not ready to go back to my condo yet,” I admit.
“Then we’ll stay.”
Louisa makes dinner early since Connor and I have an hour-long drive back to Ricochet. We spend the time laughing and learning about each other. Louisa keeps throwing knowing glances at Connor and me, but doesn’t mention anything about what she witnessed on her porch.
By the time we leave, I’m full, relaxed, and feeling at peace—which is odd because I normally only find that when I’m alone, and usually not even then.
We’re about ten minutes into our drive when I get a text from Renner asking if I want to hit the gym with him.
Me
I’m off-mountain right now. Tomorrow?
Renner
Sure, man. How’d you get to skip practice? Saw Coach Lang drag you off. Everything okay?
Me
Yep. Coach just wanted to rip me a new one for being awesome and kicking everyone’s ass on Waterfall. Nothing new there.
I read the text out loud to Connor, and his hands tighten on the steering wheel.
“Yeah, I probably shouldn’t have done that,” he says.
After ripping the Band-Aid off earlier, all I can think about is getting my hands back on him, so I reach across the console and put my hand on his thigh.
“But I like it when you go all caveman on me.”
His cock thickens visibly in his slacks, causing me to slide my hand over it, and I smile in the fading light of dusk as my phone dings again.
Renner
Some of us are going to check out that dance club at base village at nine, since we have a few days off and people aren’t leaving until tomorrow. You wanna tag along and show everyone up on the dance floor, too?
Again, I read it out loud. I’m not sure why; it just feels like Connor should know what’s being said.
“Tell him yes,” Connor says, surprising me.
“What? Why? I want to hang out with you,” I argue. I’m in no rush to get back to Ricochet and keep my distance from the man next to me.
“Because if I know you need to get back, I won’t embarrass myself by begging for you to stay with me tonight.”
I send a reply to Renner, turn my phone off, and stick it back in the cupholder as my fingers flex involuntarily around Connor’s shaft.
“Please don’t make me wreck this car,” he says, even as his hips reach for me.
“How am I supposed to pretend like I don’t want this? Want you?” I ask, slowly moving my hand back and forth.
He thrusts upward again.
“The same way I am.” His voice has dropped an octave, making my mouth water.
“We still have two and a half hours before we would have to be back, and now, we’re less than an hour from Ricochet,” I argue.
“Maybe if we get this out of our systems, you know, do the forbidden thing once, then we can go back to focusing on boarding, and I can stop thinking about your dick twenty-four/seven.”
“Are you telling me you want me to pull over so we can fuck on the side of the road?” Connor doesn’t sound like he’s totally opposed to the idea, and my stomach swirls.
“Depends on your definition of fucking, I guess,” I answer honestly. I’m not sure either of us is magically ready to take a cock up the ass right this second. “I was thinking more along the lines of road head…but hell, we can try the other thing if you want.”
The more we talk about it, the more turned-on we both become, and whereas I was fully prepared for him to tell me to fuck off a few minutes ago…I will no longer take no for an answer.
Connor blows out a shaky breath, his cock now fully hard along his thigh.
I wrap my hand around it over the fabric and stroke it once, twice, three times.
“Jesus fucking Christ, this is such a bad idea,” Connor says, now white-knuckling the steering wheel.
But he didn’t tell me to stop.
I tug on my seatbelt so I have more room and move closer to the inside edge of my seat.
The center console in his Volvo CX60 is nice and low, allowing me to lean over it fairly easily.
My hands move to his belt as I dive for his neck, hoping to give him another hickey.
Connor takes one hand off the steering wheel and puts it on the back of my head, holding me to him.
“I can’t…I can’t keep driving,” he says. “Vox…Vox, listen to me,” he begs, causing me to sit up and look at him, my hands stilling on the button of his pants. Disappointment courses through me along with the worst case of blue balls I’ve ever experienced in my life.
“I’m listening.”
“What if we…let’s find a hotel before we get back to town. I don’t want to come without being able to touch you or return the favor. Besides, I want you to come until you black out, not get me off and then waste your load on your hand later.”
“The next exit. Take it,” I demand. Needing this man right fucking now.
Although we’re not in Ricochet Ridge, we’re still close enough that I’ll risk being recognized if I check in, and the last thing we need is anyone knowing we’re here together, so Connor checks in while I wait in the car.
As soon as he’s in the room, he sends me a text with the room number, and I’m out of the car so fast I damn near push the door off its hinges.
When I step out of the stairwell into the hall of the fourth floor, I don’t even have time to catch my breath before Connor grabs my hand and pulls me into the room. Once the door shuts, he slams me against it, pressing his full weight into me.
He stops just short of kissing me so he can tease me instead. My head falls back against the door as his hands start pulling at my sweater.
“Get it off,” he growls impatiently.
Crossing my arms in front of me, I grab the bottom of my shirt and lift. Connor’s tongue is on my abs as soon as they’re exposed. I throw my sweater to the floor and drive my fingers into his hair as he sinks to his knees.
Whose life am I even living right now that Connor-fucking-Lang is on his knees for me?
He continues licking my skin as his fingers work the fly of my pants open.
Pulling them down, I still have my boots on, so I can’t even step out of them, but he doesn’t seem to care.
Connor reaches behind me, grabs two handfuls of my ass, and buries his face in my boxer briefs, placing open-mouth kisses all along my shaft.
Greedily, I grip the roots of his hair to ground myself.
The heat from his mouth feels heavenly on my cock, which is jutting straight out from my body and starting to hurt thanks to the tight material it’s straining against.
Letting go of Connor’s hair, I reach down and pull the leg of my boxer briefs up to free my dick from its confines, sighing in relief.
“Not that I expected anything different,” Connor breathes, eyeing my cock, “but it’s fucking perfect.”
I assume he’d spend some time teasing me, working me up more than he already has, maybe give me a few pumps with his hand just to feel the weight of it with no barrier.
But, no.
He latches on with his mouth, and when I look down to see the lips of my fucking idol stretched around my cock, sucking me into his mouth like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, I damn near go off like a rocket.
I push Connor back by his shoulders.
“Connor, wait,” I say, trying to catch my breath.
“Please don’t make me. I’m starving, Vox.”
Fucking hell.
Planting one hand on the back of his head again, I use the other to feed myself to him. I didn’t take Connor as being quite so submissive, but if his natural desire in the bedroom is to follow orders, I can definitely work with that.
Except that theory is blown to hell a second later.
“Slow down,” I order, trying to stave off my impending orgasm as long as I can. Yes, I can come multiple times in a night, but we don’t have all night. At best, we have an hour or two before he regrets this and pulls away from me again.
Without removing his lips, he shakes his head no, defying me. I’m about to argue with him, fully prepared to enjoy the power play until he grabs my balls with his right hand and uses his left hand to match the rhythm his mouth has found.
We still haven’t moved away from the door.
I’ve not stepped two feet inside this room, and Connor has managed to get me nearly naked. Meanwhile, I can’t see a single inch of his skin beyond his face and hands.
“Connor,” I start, but the words die on my tongue as he simultaneously tugs on my sac and licks my shaft. “Oh, fuck, yes. Do that again,” I beg.
This request he obliges.
“Connor,” I try again, “Let me touch you. Take your shirt off at least.”
He pops off my dick and looks up at me, his expression severe.
“Let me be very clear. You aren’t moving from this spot until I’ve sucked every last drop from your balls.
You want me to take my shirt off? Then, stop fucking interrupting me, and come down my goddamn throat, because neither of us is going anywhere until you do. ”
I stare at him in stunned silence for a full five seconds. It’s long enough for the most wicked of smirks to cross his face.
“What’s the matter, hotshot? Coach got your tongue?”
With that, he spits on my cock and dives face-first onto me, resuming the blowjob. When one of his fingers dips behind my balls, my hips thrust forward, causing him to gag and me to come violently.
He drinks me down with the fervor of a man trying to pull the last drops from the fountain of youth and leaves me slumped against the door, gasping for air.
“How many times do you think it’ll take?” he asks once he regains his breath.
“For what?” I ask, standing on shaky legs.
“For you to black the fuck out from coming so hard?” he asks as I kick off my boots and the rest of my clothes.
Not as many as you might think if you keep talking like that, I think. Out loud, I reply, “Only one way to find out.”