Chapter 28
Connor
Vox is everything I’ve ever wanted…which makes it really easy to ignore the fact that he’s everything I’m not allowed to have.
But fuck it, I’m all in.
One taste of him and it was game over. I’ve spent enough time trying to fight this, and I’m done. The urge to claim him, to protect him, is so strong in this moment that I know, with certainty, I’m going to fuck him. And I’m going to make it good for him.
I’d smack his ass for that arrogant attitude of his, but he’s currently sitting on it, so I go for his cock instead.
Without warning or finesse, I fall face-first onto his dick as he lies across his bed.
I’m assuming he’s comfortable enough to get started since he hasn’t protested about needing a shower or a minute to himself, and his time for requests just ran out.
“Connor!” Vox says, his abs flexing in response to my greedy mouth engulfing him all at once as he scoots back on the bed.
Oh, baby, it’s about to get so much more intense than this.
If I wanted to get him off as fast as possible, I’d suck hard and pull fast, using both my mouth and my hand. As it is, I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted him begging, close to tears, writhing beneath me.
It’s been a while, so I gag on the first pass, but I can tell Vox likes it because his fingers tighten in my hair.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he whines above me.
Relaxing my throat, I slow down and revel in the feel of him as his dick blocks my airway. I can feel the head of his cock swelling in anticipation already.
Pulling back a little, I draw in a quick breath and do it a second time.
“This isn’t going to take long if you keep doing that,” he warns.
Instead of answering with words, I scrape my teeth lightly along his shaft. His hips jerk in response to the new sensation, and I smile when a long, low, gravelly fuuuuuuck leaves his mouth. I make sure I get his dick sloppy wet before taking over with my hand.
“Wait, where are you—”
His protest is cut short when he feels my mouth close around his right nut.
Either Vox knew exactly where this was going tonight, or manscaping is part of his normal routine.
His body is the best combination of masculine scents, hard lines, and smooth skin.
The short hairs at the base of his dick trap his natural smell, and I’m in fucking heaven.
Without realizing it, I begin rocking my hips into the mattress seeking friction of my own, but if I’m not careful, I’ll blow before he does.
Sitting up on my knees, I reach for a pillow behind his head and fold it in half.
“Lift,” I instruct, sliding it under his hips. This way I don’t have to lean down quite as far…and I have better access to his hole.
Once he’s settled, I coat his cock in more spit and move to the other half of his ball sac.
“Connor, please.”
“Begging already?” I taunt. “I’ve barely gotten started.”
“You may have just gotten started, but I’ve been ready for a long-ass time, Connor.”
I love it when he uses my name. For so long, I hated hearing my name in bed because I hated myself. But every time Vox says it, it reminds me I’m the one bringing this beautiful, skilled, sought-after man to his knees, making him beg for my cock.
“We’ll get there,” I tell him, right before licking a straight line from his balls to the tip of his dick. I do it twice more before checking for my reward and…there it is. A perfect bead of precum waiting just for me.
Running the flat of my tongue over the head of Vox’s swollen tip, I lap it up.
I’ll never get enough of his flavor, and it feels like an eternity since I sucked him off in that hotel room.
I repeat the languid lick from balls to tip again, and this time, I get more than just a bead.
Swirling my tongue around his crown, I gently squeeze his balls at the same time.
“You’re killing me,” he whimpers. “Go fast, or slow, on just my dick, or just the balls, but please, pick a rhythm and let me get off.”
We’re getting closer, but we’re not quite there yet.
“Is this what you want, hotshot?” I ask, bobbing my head up and down rhythmically on his shaft.
“Yes. God, yes. Keep doing that.”
I know he’s going to be pissed at being edged, but when he has the most intense orgasm of his life, he’ll thank me…once he regains consciousness at least.
I bob three more times, just until I feel his balls grow tight and he gasps his first, “Oh fuck.”
Popping off his dick, I sit back to wait for his ire.
It doesn’t take long.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” he shouts.
“You should be quieter, or you’ll get complaints from your neighbors,” I tell him, feigning a calmness I don’t feel. I know how badly he wants to get off because I know how badly I want him to flood my mouth with cum so I can flood his ass with it.
“Fuck you. I’ll do it myself,” he snarls, bringing his hand to his cock.
I catch his wrist before he can make contact and pin it to the mattress with ease, making me thankful for my mass more than ever before.
“Ah-ah-ah,” I cluck, shaking my head. “That’s for me.”
“Then fucking get to it,” Vox snaps, trying to jerk his wrist from my grip.
“My apologies,” I say with a saccharine smile, knowing I’m baiting him. Moving back between his legs, I trail kisses along his inner thigh, bypassing his balls, and pausing only to blow on them before landing on his other inner thigh, licking, biting, and sucking my way up that side as well.
“Connor,” Vox growls.
“Something you want to say, sweetheart?” I want to laugh, but I’m also so turned on I’m in physical pain. Thankfully, I keep my chuckle to myself. While I am trying to push Vox, I don’t want him to punch me in the face…but it’s a fine line to walk.
“Make. Me. Fucking. Come.” He bites the words out as if each were its own sentence.
“Oh, I plan to,” I reassure him.
“Now,” he demands.
I dip low, the angle of his hips on the pillow really gives me the most perfect view of his hole, and I can’t stay away any longer.
I know I’m only making this little game harder on myself by flicking my tongue across his puckered rim, but it’ll serve two purposes: drive us both out of our minds and show him that he who maintains control possesses all the power.
Vox’s thighs slam shut around my head, and this time a laugh does break free.
Joke’s on him. I could tease him in this position forever.
I dip my tongue inside him, swirl it around the rim, make it flat, and lap at his asshole like it’s water in the desert.
He may have my head trapped with his powerful thighs, but I can still feel when he reaches for his cock again.
My wingspan is longer than his and easily long enough to wrap my arms under his thighs.
So, in one quick move, I do just that, planting my hands on his legs, locking them against my chest with the backs of his knees over my shoulders When I sit up, I pull him with me, causing his upper back to land on the folded pillow, his ass is now against my chest, and his glistening, angry, straining cock is aimed right at my mouth.
I don’t even have to bend that far in order to deepthroat him.
He bucks against my hold.
“FUCK!” he yells louder than before as he thrusts his hips forward. From this position, he can’t reach my head to hold me in place, and he’s so fucking horny, he’s mad as hell about it. “If you don’t fuck me in the next two seconds, Connor, I swear to God…”
“Yeah, baby? What do you swear?” I ask, moving my knees closer to his body, increasing the angle at which I’m holding him. I slide my hands from the front of his thighs to the back and push. His ankles are now by his head with his ass on full display.
I can feel the control I’ve worked for slipping through my fingers at the sight of him spread open like this.
“Goddamn, this hole’s so pretty. I can’t wait to push your cum inside of it, paving the way for mine.”
“Yes. Yes, please. God, I want that so bad.” He’s back to whining, which is a good sign. Delirium is right around the corner.
I’m so tempted to finger his ass right now, but I already know he’ll explode on the spot, and I want to edge him one more time.
I rim him with my tongue once more before spitting directly on the bull’s eye and happily watching it drip slowly up his back because of the position he’s in. Then, I lower him so his hips are back on the pillow and he’s mostly lying flat.
“Please tell me this means you’re going to fuck me now,” he pleads desperately.
“Fuck you? I haven’t even opened you up yet,” I chastise.
“Connor, I’m going to die.” He says it so matter-of-factly that I damn near burst out in laughter.
“I promise you won’t. Just a little longer.”
I nip my way along his shaft before taking him to the back of my throat again.
I’m now so turned on, my gag reflex is basically dormant.
Thank God, too, because Vox tries to retaliate by suffocating me with his cock.
He holds me flush against his pubic bone by the back of my head until I tap his thigh, needing air.
His cock is pouring so much precum that for a second, I worry his orgasm has already hit.
“You’re going to pay for that,” I tell him, and fuck is he angry.
“Pay for WHAT? You’re literally killing me! It’s me who should make you pay!”
“Okay, okay. You want to come?” I ask.
He narrows his eyes at me. “You know I do.”
I spit on his cock and stroke him with my hand. Two pumps and he’s trembling beneath me, muttering nonsense.
“Oh…fuck…please…please don’t stop.”
His voice is growing stronger, telling me he’s not yet where I want him. As soon as his cock twitches in my hand, I squeeze the base hard to stop that orgasm in its tracks, just like the first one.
Vox’s hips buck violently, but my hand doesn’t slide or allow any more friction.
“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” His voice cracks on the last word, his hands fisting the sheets beside him, shaking his head from side to side.
This orgasm I’m building is going to deplete him in the best way possible. I’m going to ensure that not only will Vox crave this kind of depravity for the rest of his life, but he’ll know only I can give it to him.
“Why are you doing this?” he asks, his body on overload from the back-to-back adrenaline dumps from the on-ramping of his blocked orgasms.
While I wait for his cock to settle down, I straddle his torso, preventing his hands from touching his cock.
Fuck. He looks wrecked…and so goddamn beautiful.
“Because you helped return this part of me to myself, and now, I want to use it to give you the most unforgettable night of your life. One of many, I hope,” I tell him honestly.
“Yeah, well, it should be really fucking easy to remember the night my balls exploded, and I died.”
Smiling, I ask, “I take it your previous partners never played this particular game with you?”
“No. And game is a terrible word choice, Lang. Games are fun. This is torture.”
“Let me prove you wrong.”
“I’d love for you to, but it seems my dick has grown tired of your games and is tapping out.”
Sure enough, Vox’s cock is deflating against his thigh.
Good. Now he’s ready.
“I’m going to let you come this time, but you won’t get a break even though you’ll desperately need it. Do you understand?”
“Connor, I’m a twenty-five-year-old professional athlete wh—”
“And none of that is going to matter,” I interrupt.
Poor baby has no idea what’s coming.