Chapter 30
Connor
After working Vox open with three fingers, I finally ask, “Do you want to come like this first, or are you ready for my cock?” He’s riding my hand like the shameless, greedy cockslut I was hoping he’d be.
He’s also listened to my instructions better than I thought he would, and now I want to give him whatever he wants.
“Your cock, please,” he begs for about the hundredth time in the last half hour. “Please,” he says again, “I need it.”
Removing my fingers from his ass, I slap my dick against his hole, teasing him, loving the wet sound it makes when my flesh meets his.
“Get on your back,” I command. I want to be able to watch his face because I’m a hair’s breadth away from coming completely unhinged, and the last thing I want to do is hurt him.
I’ve done enough of that.
Vox scrambles to his back, his eagerness making me smile, and his face steals my breath.
“Hips up,” I tell him, replacing the pillow I pushed out of the way earlier when I flipped him over.
There’s nothing like having a man as beautiful, powerful, and talented as Vox place his trust in me. Normally so sure of himself, but now begging for me.
Forget snowboarding; this is the highest high I’ve ever felt.
I gently push his knees toward his chest. “Hold your legs here for me,” I tell him as I reach over for the lube. “Do you want me to wear a condom?” I ask, holding my breath as I wait for the answer.
His eyes flash to mine.
“No.”
Thank fuck.
I coat my cock quickly, place my right hand on the underside of his left thigh for balance as I use my left hand to line myself up.
I’m ready to come just from seeing my dick against his hole, but the second my tip begins to disappear, my head falls back, my eyes fall shut, and I stop moving.
“No, no, no, don’t stop,” Vox whines beneath me.
I rub his leg. “I just need a second. You feel too fucking good. You’re gonna make me come before I’m ready.”
Vox begins writhing, trying to push himself further down on my pulsing cock. I move my hands to his waist to try to hold him still, but as soon as I have him under my hands, my hips thrust forward, pushing me in deeper.
Vox and I let out simultaneous moans of pleasure.
I pump my hips twice more when Vox lets go of his legs and plants his feet back on the mattress. He grabs my forearms and slides his fingers down over my wrists. When he reaches my hands, he laces our fingers together, and the gesture has me damn close to professing my love for him.
I squeeze his fingers as I use his grip for leverage, rocking my hips back and snapping them forward again.
His mouth is hanging open as he watches my hips slam against him, and he raises his hips to meet me.
“Fuck, baby, I can’t hold back much longer,” I warn him.
“Then don’t,” he says breathlessly.
Unclasping one of my hands from his, I use it to stroke his cock, but as we barrel toward our orgasms, I need both hands.
“Take over for me,” I pant. Looping my arms back under his knees, I push his legs up and open again, gripping his thighs, pulling him into me as I push myself into him. “Oh, fuck, you feel so good, Vox. You’re so fucking tight. I could stay in your ass forever,” I babble.
“Connor, I’m about to come,” he warns.
“Let me see it. Paint those perfect abs for me.”
“Oh, fuck. Ah…shit…unh…unh…ahhh…” he groans through his release, his ass clenching around my dick as every muscle in his body goes rigid.
“You milk my cock so fucking good, baby, I’m about to shoot my load so deep in your ass. Are you ready?”
“Yesss,” Vox says with a victorious sigh as I grunt through the most intense orgasm I think I’ve ever had. While I was edging Vox, my own dick was painfully neglected, and my balls had been producing cum nonstop for the last forty minutes.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I groan as pulse after pulse sends more of my DNA inside of him. I push as far into him as I can get, wanting to ensure my mark stays with him for days.
As the last shudder leaves my body, I notice Vox has gone completely still; his breathing is even, and his jaw is slack.
I think I fucked him into a coma.
Slowly sliding out of him, I make my way to the bathroom and do a quick cleanup job of myself before getting a warm washcloth for Vox. I haven’t taken care of someone like this in a long time, and even when I did, the physical acts were never accompanied by the emotions I’m feeling now.
Vox is still passed out when I reenter his room, gently trailing the washcloth over his freshly abused hole. I clean up the lube on his cock and the cum on his stomach, and am just coming back with a glass of water for him when he opens his eyes.
“I didn’t know you could actually fuck a person into REM sleep,” he says with a smile, his voice deep with lust and fatigue.
I laugh as I hand him the glass of water, my heart pinching in my chest.
“Drink this. I probably dehydrated you as well.”
“Not just me. I think there’s at least half a gallon of your bodily fluids in my ass.”
Taking a seat on the bed next to him, I run my fingers through his hair and kiss him before confirming, “At least.”
He chuckles and rolls to his side, throwing his arm across my waist.
“Stay?”
“Vo—”
“I know it’s a bad idea,” he says, cutting me off. “But the team is still on break. No one will be here, Grey included.”
“I don’t have a toothbrush,” I say lamely.
Vox throws his leg over mine. “I have an extra from the dentist.”
I allow myself to wrap my arms around him, reveling in the scent of him and the sex that permeates the air around us.
“I’m going to get really attached,” I confess, knowing it’s already too late.
“I already am,” Vox replies, knocking the breath from my lungs as he plants his chin on my chest, looking up at me. “So, stay. Tomorrow we can grab first chair and spend the day boarding together. We’ll figure out the rest as we go.”
Fuck, that sounds perfect.
I’m getting more comfortable on the mountain around others, but there’s a lesson Vox and I haven’t gotten to quite yet because I really don’t want an audience until I gain more confidence. Tomorrow would be perfect for it.
“If I stay tonight, will you let me play coach tomorrow on the slopes?”
He gently bites my pec and runs his fingers through my chest hair. “You can play anything with me. What is it you want to go over?”
“On the off chance someone gets in front of you on the cross course, I want to show you how to get around them when they’re operating in the same three feet of space as you. It’s like trying to pass someone in a NASCAR race. It’s about timing and anticipating their route.”
“Why does everyone think I’m some reckless wildcard when I board?” he asks in a pouty tone. After discovering his response to praise, it’s much easier to see how the critical comments affect him.
“I don’t think you’re a wildcard, nor do I think you’re reckless.
I do think you make some risky moves, but I also think they’re calculated.
You have control when you want it, but I want to teach you to value control, not resent it.
In order to do that, I have to show you what it’s like to have yours taken away and how good it feels to take it back. ”
“Sounds a lot like your antics I just witnessed in bed,” he grumbles.
“Lessons can be learned anywhere.” I smirk at him, trailing my fingers down his side, making him shiver. “I definitely prefer using the bedroom as a classroom when it comes to you.”
“Well, this is me, signing up for all the lessons you’re willing to teach, but in the future, could you give me a heads up if you’re going to edge me? I was legitimately concerned my dick was going to fall off.”
“Did you like it?” I ask, suddenly desperate to know.
“Yes…Well, I mean, once I finally came. That was the most intense orgasm of my life.”
“And that’s just the start,” I tell him, planting a kiss on the top of his head, tightening my hold on him.
Being back on a board feels incredible, and I have Vox to thank for it.
Letting him into the darkest part of my life was terrifying.
Getting into bed with him, even more so.
But it was worth it. Waking up next to him had me envisioning the future, and for the first time in five years, it didn’t look so bleak.
As promised, Vox and I are up and out early enough to catch first chair on the ski lift. We start with a few warm-up runs, and Vox is halfway down the mountain before I even make it off the lift. I bag the first run and stay at the top, waiting for him to return.
When he returns fifteen minutes later, his smirk is too damn sexy for his own good as he smoothly comes to a stop next to me.
“You know, it’s hard to help your performance if you don’t give me a chance to watch it,” I tell him, leaning forward to tighten my toe strap.
It was the wrong thing to say.
When I stand upright, I jerk my head back after almost crashing into Vox’s face, which is now only an inch from my own.
“What the f—,” I start, but he cuts me off, his voice lower than it should be.
“If it’s my performance you want to critique, Coach, you should probably participate instead of just watching…you know, to get the full effect.”
My eyes widen in surprise. Before falling asleep last night, we agreed to give an actual relationship a try, but we also agreed not to mention our relationship outside of his condo and my cabin. “Dammit, Vox. That’s not—”
He shoves his gloved hand against my shoulder, laughing, and my chest cracks open at how easy it is for him to joke around.
“Get your mind out of the gutter, Lang. I meant get your shit together and actually board down this mountain with me.” Still laughing, he adds, “Just because I think you’re hot as fuck doesn’t mean every thought I have is about sex…actually, scratch that. Yes, it is.”
With that, Vox starts weaving through the small crowd toward the steepest run up here, while I’m left standing with my mouth hanging open.
“LANG!” Vox calls out. “Get the fuck over here!”
Although he’s getting along with his teammates, he’s definitely more animated and carefree when it’s just him and me, and I cradle that piece of knowledge close to my heart.
Eventually, I get my ass in gear and board over to him, trying to shake away the thoughts now plaguing my mind, specifically the ones that involve what he feels like as he comes apart in my arms, the way he chokes out my name as he spills his release, and the way I want to do so much more to him, with him, for him.
Thankfully, it’s just bright enough out today to need my tinted goggles, so I’m hoping he can’t see that I’m incapable of pulling my gaze from his mouth. He has a small freckle just above his lip on the right side, and it’s doing nothing to extract me from this debauched rabbit hole I’m in.
“Ready?” Vox asks. Before I can reply, he tips his board over the edge and is almost out of sight a breath later.
I’ll fucking die if I try keeping up with him right now.
My mind is such a mess, there’s no way I can lock in for his kind of speed, regardless of how much ‘like riding a bike’ getting back on a board has been.
Although the physical part of riding isn’t challenging, I’m still working through the mental block, and it’s making me far more cautious and slower than is probably necessary.
Plus, instead of watching where I’m going, I’m imagining Vox spilling down my throat and, fuck, it’s wreaking havoc on my concentration.
When I get to the bottom, Vox is standing with an elbow propped on the sign for the lift.
“Jesus, I know it’s been a minute, but I could’ve slid on my ass and gotten down here faster than that.”
“Yeah, just a little rusty. Let’s go again. I’ll pick it up.”
Vox nods and makes his way to the line.
I stay quiet on the lift, lost in my thoughts, wondering how I allowed this to happen…with Vox Montgomery of all people.
“What’s wrong?” Vox asks, picking up on my mood change. “Is it boarding?” he presses. “I know it’s a little more crowded today because it’s Saturday. Are you doing okay with it?”
The concern in his voice makes it impossible to keep my hands to myself, and I pat his thigh with my gloved hand.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Better than fine, actually.”
When I try to remove my hand, Vox’s glove comes down over mine, trapping it in place.
“Good. Then show me what you’ve got on this next run.”