Chapter 35
Vox
Our cuddling is cut short when my stomach rumbles, causing Connor to jump into action. He hops off the bed before I can stop him.
“I totally forgot about dinner. You must be starving. I’ll go relight the grill. Take your time in here, okay?”
He grabs my chin and presses a featherlight kiss to my lips, then leaves the room.
I inhale Connor’s pillow, allowing his scent to wash over me, calming my reeling mind.
Several emotions are warring within me, and I need to get a grip.
I need to be consumed by something else before my mind explodes.
I don’t want to think about Grey, my contract, my good-for-nothing father, my team, the Winter Classic, and I definitely don’t want to think about losing Connor.
The only solution I have for that, though, is to get lost in him instead.
I make my way outside onto his small patio. He’s rubbing his hands together and holding them over the closed grill lid.
I don’t know what to say, so I let my body do the talking as I move in front of him, grab his jaw, and sweep my tongue across his lips.
Let me in.
I need you.
Distract me. Please.
Reading me well, Connor grips my waist but pulls his head back. “You want to do dinner later?”
Nodding, I cup him through his thin pants. He must be freezing.
He turns the knob on the grill, takes my hand, and pulls me back inside the cabin. We only make it as far as the kitchen before he turns back around to face me.
“What do you need from me?” he asks. “Anything. It’s yours.”
“I just need you,” I confess, surprised by the amount of truth in that statement.
“Then take me.”
Tonight, I want to call the shots. Control is a funny thing—giving it, taking it, having it, needing it, losing it, craving it. It’s a versatile concept that has been at the center of my season this year.
But right now, I want it.
Feeling a little unhinged after the time apart from Connor, the unannounced visit from Grey, and the news he carried, I issue a plea.
“Tell me if I’m too rough.”
“I will,” he confirms right before I begin frantically working his pants and boxers down his legs next to the island in the middle of the small kitchen.
“Kick your shoes off,” I tell him, already seated on the linoleum floor as I work his pant legs over his feet.
As soon as they’re clear of his legs, I toss them aside and tap the inside of his ankle, making him widen his stance. Then I’m on my knees, about to bury my face in his ass when the glint of something silver catches my eye.
Spreading his cheeks, I’m greeted with the sight of the end of the plug he’s wearing. I smile as I press on the end with my finger.
“This all for me, baby?”
“Figured you might be in a hurry based on our conversations earlier today.”
“Fuck, that’s hot, Connor. Knowing you prepped yourself for me has me so fucking hard.” Not to mention, precum is soaking the front of my boxer briefs. “Do you like it when I press like this?” I ask, pressing in and up on the end, driving the plug in and down.
“Oh fuck. Y—yes,” Connor whimpers.
“I want to revisit this. I want to edge you with it as the most beautiful payback of all time, but not tonight.” I slide the plug out a little and then push it back in.
My cock jerks in response to Connor’s perfect asshole clenching around the toy.
“Tonight, I need to devour you. I need to hear you scream my name, and I need to paint your insides, claiming you in a way that makes me certain no one can take you from me.”
Just like his declaration of falling for me, I’m not entirely sure I meant to say all of that out loud, but it’s true, and it’s out there now, so I might as well own it.
But it’s enough to make him twist around, his fingers diving into my hair.
“Hey, look at me.” When our eyes connect, he says, “No one’s going to take me from you. I’m not going anywhere until you order me to leave.”
Nodding, I gently pull the plug from his ass and replace it with my tongue. The taste of the coconut oil he used remains, and I feast on him like a king at a banquet. If he’s moaning, I can’t hear him over my own sounds, and I wedge my face deeper.
Finally needing to come up for air, I ask, “Any chance the coconut oil is close by?”
He stretches his long arm down the island and passes the bottle back to me, making me laugh.
“Do you have one of these in every room?”
“Pretty much, yeah, but this is the kitchen, so until now, that was the one I used for cooking.”
“What a sacrifice,” I tease. “I’d hate to waste it.” I tip the bottle of liquid oil upside down at the top of his crack and watch as it cascades down his body.
Catching it with two fingers, I shove the oil inside, groaning as my fingers are enveloped in the heat of his ass. I can only stand to pump them twice before my greedy mouth takes over again.
His flavor is exactly what I need, and I slow myself down enough for another drag of my tongue over his hole, moaning my satisfaction.
I press my face into him as far as I can go, but I already know it won’t be far enough. I need inside him. All the way inside him.
“I know it wasn’t much of a warm-up, but—”
“I’m ready,” he pants, pressing his ass back toward me.
I slick my cock up really well and line up to his hole, preparing myself to fuck him raw. Something I never do. Something I’ve never done.
This definitely makes him mine.
I slide in easily, thankful I don’t hurt him, but as soon as his body pulls me into him, I’m at risk of blowing my load.
“Jesus, fuck, Connor. This ass is so tight, baby.”
Reaching around him, I wrap my fist around his dick and pound into his ass so hard that it drives his cock forward in my hand.
It’s like I’m fucking him twice at the same time.
“Ohmy…ohmygod,” Connor breathes, matching my rhythm with his hips. I stand completely still for a few seconds, watching in awe as he fucks himself using my cock and my hand, until my growing need for release consumes me.
Guiding his own hand to his erection, I place both of my hands on his hips, gripping hard as I pound into him, relentlessly.
“Are you gonna come with me, baby?” I manage to ask Connor.
“I’m alr-already…oh…fuck, Vox…yes.”
God, I love his staccato syllables when he comes.
With a roar, I explode inside him. Wave after hot wave of pleasure tears through me as I hold on to Connor for dear life.
“I can feel that,” he says as his ass causes aftershocks to ripple through me. “I can feel the head of your cock swelling inside me. Shit, that’s so fucking hot,” he says, his arms giving out as he lays his heaving chest on the island.
I place kisses along his spine, rubbing circles into his hips where I’m sure he’ll bear a different kind of mark from me tomorrow.
“Thank you,” I whisper, resting my cheek against his warm back.
“I think that was for both of our benefit,” he says, making me smile.
“Let me clean you up.”
I slip from his body, but keep him bent over the island just to watch the evidence of my orgasm leak from him.
My energy drains from me with every drop of cum that hits the floor.
After cleaning Connor, the floor, and myself, I’m too tired for a full meal. My arms feel heavy, and I just want to slip under the covers and hold Connor close to me.
“What are you thinking?” he whispers.
“How much I just want to shut the world out and drift to sleep with my head on your chest.”
“Four more days, hotshot,” he tells me. “Four days until the competition, and then we don’t have to hide, and you can fall asleep in my arms every night.”
Four more days.