Chapter 29
Vox
I’m not sure if I want to punch Connor in the face, knee him in the balls, kick him out of my house, or fuck him senseless, but he’s talking a big game, and I’m at serious risk of blue balls if I don’t spill this load soon.
It feels like my nuts are stuck in limbo while my dick engages in Jazzercise. Up. Down. Up. Down.
Right now, said dick feels like he’s down for the count, even though my balls are heavier than lead weights. I can’t say I’ve ever experienced this before.
Connor reaches for the bottle of liquid coconut oil he insisted we bring in here with us and sits next to me with his back against the headboard. Spreading his thighs, he instructs me to sit between them with my back to his chest.
Curious, horny, tired, and a little pissed, I do as he says. This better be one helluva show.
“If you try to touch your cock, I’ll edge you two more times before I let you come, got it?”
I nod, getting sleepy with his hard, warm chest behind me. I’m a little embarrassed that I’m pretty sure he missed the boat, and my body is fed up with his antics. So much for being young and in peak physical health.
He rubs the coconut oil across my chest, and although it feels really nice, it lulls me into a really relaxed state, and I’m pretty sure sleep is now imminent.
Until his fingers flick across my nipples. And then back again. And again. This time, he stops to pinch and roll them between his fingers.
Oh, God. We’re awake now.
Connor wraps each of his legs over mine and pulls back, spreading me wide as his fingers continue their assault on my chest.
I didn’t even know I liked having my nipples played with. No one’s ever done it before.
“Feel good, hotshot?” Connor breathes against my ear.
“Yeah.” It really fucking does.
My hips begin to move as my cock wakes back up.
I’ll be damned.
Looking down, I watch as one of Connor’s oily hands dips low, strokes my cock once, dips lower, tugs on my balls, and dips lower still, running two fingers over my asshole, which he can easily reach thanks to how wide he has my legs trapped.
Subconsciously, I try to push my ass toward his hand.
“Good boy,” Connor praises in my ear, and I’m shocked all to hell when my dick darts upright like he’s doing a jumping jack.
Guess I have a praise kink. It would make sense, I suppose.
Wanting to please him and see if I can draw the words from him again, I chase his fingers once more.
“That’s it, baby. You’re gonna be the perfect little slut for me, aren’t you?”
“Hell yes,” I breathe, unsure when this massive role change happened between Connor and me.
“You’re going to let me stuff this pretty hole full of my cum?” One of his fingertips barely gains entry, but it’s enough to make me whimper like a kicked dog.
“Yes. Yes, anything you want.”
“What if I want to spread you wide and watch it drip from your asshole before finger-fucking it back inside?”
“Do it.”
My orgasm is brewing, and I already know it’s going to be unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I feel it everywhere: at the base of my spine, low in my stomach. The bottoms of my fucking feet are numb, and my fingers are tingling. Hell, even my hair is sensitive.
“Connor,” I say, not knowing what to ask or tell him.
“I’ve got you,” he reassures me, seemingly aware of what I’m experiencing, but a second later, he moves his legs, freeing mine, and climbs out from behind me.
Before I can protest, he walks me through it.
“I’m going to catch as much of this as I can in my mouth, but don’t you dare hold back.
If I start drowning in cum, you keep on coming until you’re drained of every fucking drop. Understand?”
Holy shit.
I nod.
Connor leans forward and pinches my nipples, still slick with the oil.
“Play with these while I’m working.” Then, he’s trailing his hands down my abs and over my thighs from his new position in front of me before settling between my legs and pulling my hard-as-granite cock into his mouth.
This time, he sucks in tandem with strokes from his hand, and I’m certain I’m going to come so hard I’ll blow a hole through the back of his skull.
‘Don’t you dare hold back,’ he’d said.
I couldn’t even if I’d wanted to.
The orgasm he pulled from me back in that hotel room was intense simply because of who he is, where we were, and the risks we were taking. But this? This is a level of sexual skill and knowledge I didn’t even know existed.
“Come on, Vox. Give me what I want,” he says, popping off my dick for the briefest of seconds.
Both of my hands fly to the back of his head, and my hips buck, thrusting my cock into his mouth. He doesn’t gag; he just hums his contentment like this is everything he’s ever wanted.
“Oh, shit, baby. I’m about to…oh, fuck! Oh! Fuck! FUU—” My sentence is cut short when I lose the ability to speak, thanks to the intensity of my orgasm. It feels like my soul is being ripped from my body, and I’m not sure these tremors will ever subside.
It goes on forever.
My left quadriceps is cramping. Every muscle in my body is on fire.
My abs have contracted so hard they’ve pulled me into a sit-up, and my fingers are curled so tightly in Connor’s hair, I may be ripping it out.
My ears are ringing. I’m sure if my eyes could open, my vision would be blurry.
My mouth is hanging open like it can’t believe what’s happening to the rest of my body, and is stuck in a silent scream of pure ecstasy.
I’m still trembling with aftershocks when Connor rolls me over without saying a word. I vaguely remember something about him wanting a mouthful of my cum for something, and I wish I could open my eyes to see it, but my limbs are heavy, and my eyelids are even heavier.
Once I’m on my stomach, he grips my waist and pulls me up to all fours, but my arms are jelly, and I can’t hold myself. I fall face-first onto the mattress, but Connor has me by the hips, leaving me with my face down and my ass in the air.
I’m literally melting into the sheets, the weight of my torso being supported by the side of my head and neck when Connor’s hands land on my ass cheeks. With his fingertips in my crack, he spreads me open…again.
By some miracle, I realize that I probably need to at least get my forearms under me because something tells me he won’t be holding back once he’s inside me. I quickly eat my words from earlier about being young and a professional athlete.
Connor was right…none of that matters.
I hear a wet plop right before I feel Connor rub something warm around my hole.
My cum.
Holy shit, this man is filthy.
And I am so here for it.
Slowly, my body gets back online. Since he’s not touching my dick, my body seems able to tolerate the sensations he’s creating, but I’m certain I couldn’t handle it if he so much as sneezed on my cock. Not after that orgasm.
“Connor,” I rasp.
“Hmm?” he hums.
When I look over my shoulder, he opens his mouth, showing me how much cum he still has inside, which explains why he hummed his answer.
I huff a laugh. “Sorry about all that.”
Suddenly, a crack rings out.
He smacked my ass.
“The fuck was that for?”
He spits more of my own load onto my asshole and rubs it in. I want to argue or tell him it’s his turn to get off or something, but I can’t. Having him behind me feels too fucking good. I hear him spit once more, and it must have been the rest because he finally speaks.
“That was for apologizing. Don’t do it again.”
“Sorry,” I say automatically, already grinning because I know what’s coming.
Sure enough, his hand lands square on my other ass cheek, and I stifle my groan.
“Oops,” I say, wondering how many times he’ll play along. I’m discovering that not only do I have a praise kink when it comes to Connor Lang, but apparently, I’ve got a spanking fetish as well. “My bad. Sorry about that.”
Instead of spanking me or answering me this time, I feel Connor catch the cum running down my crack and scoop it up, placing it directly on my needy hole and following it with his finger. I dip my head and moan into the mattress.
Connor mimics the sound behind me.
“Fuck, Vox. I’m going to pump you so fucking full, baby.”
Despite just coming my brains out a few minutes ago, my dick is beginning to inflate again. It kind of hurts, but in a good way. The feeling of Connor’s finger sliding in and out of me is overriding the negative discomfort, leaving only uncomfortable pleasure in its wake.
I focus on the changes in his breathing while he continues moving his finger in and out of my ass.
“I’m going to add lube because your cum is starting to dry and is getting sticky,” he says, pulling from my ass entirely.
I hear the bottle cap flip open and the telltale squelch of the gel as he douses his fingers.
“You ready for a second?” he asks, his voice strained, like maybe he’s not ready.
“Yes.”
I breathe through the burn, which is surprisingly slight, considering how long it’s been.
“Oh, fuck, you feel good,” he moans.
I doubt finger-fucking me feels as good as that whole-body orgasm he just ga—
“Shit!” I cry, immediately pushing my ass into him as he swipes over my prostate.
I swear it’s like that spot activates slut-mode.
I drop my chest to the bed, arch my back to give him better access, and reach behind me with one hand to hold myself open for him since one of his hands is currently buried inside me.
“That’s it, baby, spread yourself nice and wide for me,” he instructs.
I could take this kind of coaching all fucking day.
Connor pushes back in, and this time, he leaves his fingers in place, pressing forward toward my belly button, swiping over my prostate like he’s petting a fucking rabbit.
Needing more, I begin to fuck myself on his fingers.
“Connor, please,” I whine.
“Needy again so soon?” he asks playfully. “Did I not make you come hard enough the first time?”
“More,” is all I say. Because truthfully, as fucking insane as that first orgasm was, I want another. My body is already addicted to the intensity.
I had no idea sex could be like this.
Talk about getting knocked off your high horse.
Connor wanted to teach me control, but all he’s taught me is how to lose it while realizing I never had it in the first place.