I checked all the lineups for names I recognized. Patterson’steam wasn’t registered anywhere on the circuit this year, telling me everything I needed to know.
“I’m glad you found your fit, man,” I tell him sincerely.
Renner turns and clasps hands with Connor and slaps him on the back. “Hey, Coach. You look good out there. You guys still, uh, like together?”
“Hell yeah,” I answer. “You think I’m letting that one get away?” I laugh.
“Please,” Connor says, rolling his eyes. “You really think there’s anyone else out there who can tame your wild ass?”
“My ass is only wild about you,” I tease.
“I’m glad to see that some things never change,” Renner says with a laugh.
Leaning into Connor, I press my lips to his ear. “You always give me the best ride of my life.”
CONNOR
It started out as a joke,but as it turns out, jacking off on a poster of Vox is quite fun. He’s due home from the store any minute. I cooked last night, so tonight it’s his turn, and while he was making an extra stop, I stayed at the office to root around until I found a stack of this season’s promotional materials…including this twenty-four-by-forty-eight-inch poster of my boyfriend.
Spread on the floor of our small, cozy house on the outskirts of Telluride, I spread my knees wider and stroke my hard cock lazily, not wanting to get too ramped up before Vox gets home.
Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long before the sound of the garage door opening makes my heart race.
“Daddy!I’m home!” Vox calls. The sound of groceries hitting the counter alerts me to his location.
Obnoxious little shit.
I say nothing, knowing he’ll come looking for me in the silence.
“Connor?” he shouts, moving closer to my spot in the living room.
Still, I stay quiet.
“Baby, where are y—oh, fuck.What have we here?”
I shrug, making eye contact as my pace increases on my cock. “Payback.”
Vox throws his head back in laughter. “Been sitting on that one a while, have you?” he asks.
“Only about ten minutes, actually,” I tease.
Vox moves to stand next to me and cups my chin, gently forcing my face up toward him.
“Wouldn’t you rather spill into a mouth that can suck you dry?”
“I plan to come more than once tonight,” I tell him, not breaking eye contact, but squeezing harder as I stroke faster, my hips thrusting forward, lifting my ass off my heels.
Vox lets go of my face to unbutton his pants and pull his own cock out to stroke it in time with my movements.
I have to admit, having the real Vox Montgomery in front of meismore appealing than spilling by my own hand, but he seems to be enjoying the show, and that’s hot, too.
As soon as the first bead of precum is visible in the firelight, I feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Vox taunts, reading me so well.
“Yeah, hotshot, I’m so fucking close.”
“Hurry up and get your revenge then, so you can fuck the living, breathing version of the photo beneath you,” Vox says, his voice low.
