Chapter 31
Vox
It takes Connor two more trips down the mountain before he finally gives me a run for my money. But when he locks in, I have to earn it. I’m good, probably the best there is right now, but Connor Lang is a different beast entirely, and holy shit, it works me up.
“Okay, hotshot,” Connor says once we’re back at the top. “I know you can go fast. Now, I want you to pump the brakes and match my track. Your objective is to stay behind me the entire time. If you pass me, we go again.”
He says that as though the whole point of today wasn’t to spend the entire day on the mountain together anyway.
My ass is fucking sore, but it’s a turn-on knowing the snowboarding king in front of me made me that way.
I’m not sure today is the best day for his lessons since all I want to do is drag him into the trees and fuck him against one, but he seems more focused once we get back to the top of the slope.
Connor takes off down the hill at an agonizingly slow pace. I last sixty seconds before I’m pulling up next to him.
“I could snowboard faster than this when I was still in my mother’s womb,” I complain, throwing my arms behind me. I take off, bending low and hauling ass down the slope.
I’m waiting at the lift when Connor finally makes it to the bottom.
“Okay, well, you failed,” he says with a chuckle. “We’re going back up.”
“This is the most pointless exercise I’ve ever engaged in.” I pout.
“That’s because you think the point is to go fast and be the first one to the bottom.”
“Hellllooooo, that is the point. It’s a race.”
Being on a board in the cold mountain air makes me fucking horny.
Doing it with Connor Lang puts my extremities at serious risk for frostbite because all my blood has been in my dick for the last two hours, and being taught how to be the slowest one down the mountain really isn’t doing it for me when my dick wants to seek shelter in his ass.
I reach gloved hands forward, trying to get them inside his unzipped jacket, when he catches my hands.
“Are you trying to get us caught?” Connor asks in an adorable reprimanding tone.
“I think I need a sex break.”
“You’re murdering my sanity, you know that, right?”
“Well, you murdered my ass last night, and you’re murdering my concentration now,” I fire back. It doesn’t take long for me to realize that was the wrong thing to say because Connor grows deadly serious.
“Vox, you can’t afford to be distracted. Not now, and certainly not on race day. Do we need to put this thing between us on hold until after the competition?”
“Hell no! I’m way more distracted when I’m not getting laid. Which means the only solution is to take me back to your place and fuck me…or let me fuck you.”
His eyes darken at the suggestion.
“Fine. Ace this exercise, and I’ll give you what you want.
” He agrees like it’s some kind of hardship, but I can see the facade cracking the longer he stares at me.
He switches back to coach-speak before he totally loses control.
“You won’t be the only one on the course this year.
Snowboard cross is new for you, and the team slalom event means there will be multiple boarders as good as you out there for that one, too.
When you have additional traffic on a slope, it becomes a whole new game. ”
“So, you want me to trail them the whole way down the mountain?” I ask, not following his logic as we move next in line for the lift.
“No, I want you to learn to anticipate their movements and what turns they’re going to make. If they do manage to get in front of you, you need to know how to pass them safely.”
We get swept up by the lift and begin our ascent back up the mountain.
This particular lift runs mostly along a tree line.
There is a runnable route below us, but no one’s on it.
The moguls are too icy, and there are way better options for today.
I know the people behind us can see our backs, but they don’t know who we are, and the chairs are spaced far enough apart that they can’t make out our words, either.
Unable to stand it any longer, I strip my gloves off and reach for the button on Connor’s snow pants.
“Vox, have you lost your mind?” Connor asks as the wind whips around us. I know I have roughly four and a half minutes before we’re in sight of the lift house at the other end.
“Yes,” I answer truthfully, needing my mouth on him.
“Vox, it’s four degrees out here!” Connor yells in muted horror.
“What’s your point?” I ask, my numb fingers working hard to free his cock.
“There’s no way I’m getting hard up here.”
“You don’t have to. I just want to taste.”
Finally, he relents and helps me by pulling his cock through the hole in his boxers. I groan as I lean over, taking him in my mouth.
The irony isn’t lost on me that at the very start of this season, one slope over, I picked multiple condoms up and wondered how anyone would be trying to get off on a ski lift.
Now I know.
I groan as the flavor of Connor and the soap he used in the shower this morning hit my tongue.
Because his dick isn’t standing at attention, I’m easily able to engulf his entire cock in my mouth.
I’m really not trying to get him hard; I just want to be this close to him. Take what others can’t have.
It’s probably safe to say we can add cock warming to the list of shit I enjoy with Connor.
His hand lands on the back of my head, and I know he’s taken his glove off as well because I feel his fingers as they begin massaging my scalp.
And his dick twitches in my mouth, coming to life.
I pop off his dick to look up at him. “Thought you said it was too cold?”
Connor cuts his eyes at me. “It is…out here. But your mouth is a balmy ninety-eight degrees.”
I smile before leaning down again, engulfing him a second time.
Pulling hard on the base of his shaft, with my lips applying a decent amount of pressure, I’m committing to this cause.
What started as ‘needing a taste’ has turned into a full-on feeding frenzy.
I scrape my teeth along his shaft and smile when his cock twitches again in response.
The feeling of him swelling in my mouth has my dick hardening.
I hum again, wishing there was enough room for me to squeeze his balls or rim his hole. Since there isn’t, I focus all my attention on his now-rigid cock and the roughly two minutes I have left before we’ll be picked up by the lift house camera.
I bob so forcefully, our chair swings in the air, but Connor’s hips begin rising, meeting my mouth, and his grip tightens in my hair.
“You want me to come down your throat, Vox?”
“Mmhmm,” I hum.
“Having my cum poured inside your ass wasn’t good enough? You want it filling you from both ends, don’t you?” he says above me.
Oh, fuck yes.
“Mmmm.”
Needing this to be quick, I gag myself on his dick to activate my salivary glands. Once I’ve gathered it all in my mouth, I spit on him and bring my right hand around to stroke his shaft while my mouth focuses on the head of his cock. As soon as he groans, I pick up my speed.
I’m going to get him there, I think proudly.
Suddenly, our chair lurches to a stop in mid-air, as they sometimes do. It means either someone fell getting onto the lift, getting off the lift, or dropped a piece of their equipment. Whatever the reason, I’m thankful for it.
“Fuck, baby, that’s so good,” Connor whispers above me. “I’m close, Vox.”
I hum my approval. The mix of cold air and my spit is beginning to chap my lips, but I’ll be damned if I stop now. I suck on the tip a little harder and match the grip with my hand.
It’s not long before I feel him swell that final amount as our chair begins moving again.
“Oh, fuck, baby. Yes…keep doing that.” I know we have to be getting close to the end of our ride, so I’m relieved when he gives me a warning one second before he spills down my throat. “Vox, I’m gonna come.”
I suck him through every pulse, and as I sit up, I can see the roofline of the lift house.
“Feel better?” he asks as he situates himself back in his pants.
With a grin, I tell him, “It took the edge off. Do you feel better?”
Connor shakes his head. “Yes, but you’re insatiable.”
“Is that a complaint?”
“Not even a little,” he says with a smile.
We exit the lift and move out of the way for the people behind us, using our unclipped feet to propel us toward the large trail map.
“There’s a great spot up here if you want to grab something to drink when we’re done. Have you eaten at Summit yet?” I ask, pointing to the mountaintop restaurant on the map.
“Nope. Is it any good?”
“Only the best spot on the mountain. Killer fucking views too, especially on a clear day like this.”
Connor nods and bends forward to clip his other boot into place on his snowboard. It’s amazing to watch how easily he’s able to perform the simple act that once haunted him and drove him to his knees.
“Okay. It’s a date.”
A date.
“Does that make you my boyfriend?” I ask, trying the phrase out on my tongue, and am not as shocked as I thought I’d be to discover I like it…at least, I like it when it applies to Connor.
“Do you want me to be?” he asks, leaving the ball in my court.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Then I am. Glad we got that settled,” Connor says, taking a step toward me. Instinctively, I match his step, putting us so close our noses brush as I dip my head to tease him with my tongue.
The exchange gets more heated until a group of teenagers blasts by us on snowboards, music blaring from a speaker in a backpack, and yells, “Get a room!”
Reluctantly, I take a step back and swallow hard, licking my lips.
“Maybe we should skip the lesson and the drink and just go back to my place,” I suggest.
“We can’t. Not yet. This can’t get in the way of your training, Vox. I want to see if you can anticipate my path down the mountain this time. Your objective is to make the exact same turns I do. Try keeping your board in my exact track,” Connor instructs.