I hit the floor first, and Vox lands on top of me.
“Oomph,” he grunts, landing on my chest. “Fuck. I’m sorry.” He shifts his weight, and my exhale is audible. He wiggles again, and my dick swells at the contact.
Fuck my life.
I grab his hips to prevent him from moving around anymore, and he gives me the sexiest fucking grin I’ve ever seen.
“Why do I get the feeling you’re notthatsorry?” I ask.
“Because I’m not,” he says, grinding his hips into me.
“Ungh,” I moan, unable to stop myself.
Vox dips his head, running his lips along my jaw until he gets to my ear. I shudder when his breath tickles my skin as he talks.
“Why do I get the feeling you’re not that sorry about it, either?”
“Because I’m not,” I breathe.
“So those picturesweremeant for you,” he confirms with a seductive smile. “You’re…” he trails off, clearly unsure how to tactfully ask about my sexual identity.
“Gay?” I finish for him. “Yeah.”
“Oh, thank God,” Vox says right before his tongue hits that spot just below my ear, and I snap like a fucking twig.
One arm snakes around his back while the other dives into his hair, forcing his mouth to mine. Ineedto taste him. I need to devour…
“Ahhh,” I whimper as his tongue dips into my open mouth. He’s not gentle, and his teeth sink into my bottom lip. It’s everything I want.
We come together in an embrace so hot we’re about to puthis gas logs to shame as his mouth demands I give him access to every corner of my own. He sucks on my top lip as I use my tongue to trace the underside of his bottom lip until his tongue comes back to tangle with mine.
It’s the hottest kiss of my life.
My erection is now digging into his stomach, and when his hand grazes me through my pants, I pull back.
“Fuck, Vox. I’m sorry. We…we can’t. “
“The fuck we can’t,” Vox says before pulling my mouth back to his.
I groan and grip his biceps, needing to push him away but desperate to pull him closer.
Maybe I could let go and give in if this were just about doing something forbidden, taking something I want under the cover of darkness, never to be talked about again. But with that one swipe of his tongue, I already know I’m a fucking goner for him. His determination, his drive, his skill on a board, his desire for companionship, his fear of disappointment. Fuck, I understand it all.
Once will never be enough, and I can’t have more. If Grey were to find out, I’d be packing my bags, and then what? I’d have to leave Vox altogether, and that thought sours in my stomach because heneedsme.
I try to peel my lips away from his, but when I angle my head, he just takes it as a sign that I want his lips elsewhere, and he dives for the flesh on my neck. Sucking and biting, I know he’s going to leave a mark. Hell, Iwanthim to leave a mark. I wear a neck gaiter around the team anyway.
He briefly nips that spot below my ear again. The one that’s always sent me into overdrive before returning to where he’s branding me.
I’m so hard it hurts, but I can’t roll him off me because there’s a wall to one side and the back of the couch on theother.
Without my permission, my hips push up into him, dragging my erection along his stomach until I hit…
“Oh, fuck, Connor.Do that again.”
His cock.
Which is also hard.
