At this point, there’s no turning back. I’m over the halfway point toward an orgasm, and my body refuses to not see this through.
But a warning is probably necessary.
“Vox, if I do that again, there’s a good chance I’m gonna come.”
I hold my breath, waiting for his reaction.
He plants his hands on the floor by my head and begins shamelessly dry humping me like it’s the competition he’s been trying his whole life to win.
“I’m fucking counting on it,” he says breathlessly.
Are we really going to come in our jeans like horny teenagers?My cum is going to freeze to my skin the second I step outside, but I don’t have time to worry about that because Vox rolls his hips as he pushes into me harder.
My zipper is biting into my dick, but instead of lessening my arousal, the twinge of pain makes it even more electrifying.
“Oh, God, Vox. I’m about to come.”
He rolls his hips again, driving into me as if he were actually fucking me, and that thought sends me over the edge.
Leaning up to bury my face in his neck, I breathe expletives of ecstasy against his skin as I coat my boxers in cum.
“My turn,” he says, straddling my thighs instead of staying stretched out along my body. “But I want your taste on my tongue when I blow.” It takes me too long to realize he’s talking about the mess in my pants, but I catch on quickly when his hands hit the button on my jeans, and I move fast to stop him. “Just a swipe. Please? Can I?” he begs,dismantling my resolve as he continues rocking his hips, seeking friction.
Slowly, I remove my hands and nod in a daze as he unbuttons my jeans, shoves his hands into my boxers, runs two fingers through the mess, and sticks them in his mouth.
“Oh, fuck,you taste so good.I’m…fuck…fuck…fuuuuuck.”
I grip Vox tightly to me as he shudders through his release, but as soon as he’s still, the panic sets in.
“I can’t believe I just did that.” I sayIbecause I’m in the position of authority here. Therefore, this colossal fuckup rests squarely on my shoulders. This evening started with me trying to warn Vox thatGreywas taking advantage of him, and here I am, doing the exact same thing. “Vox, I’m?—”
“I swear to God, Connor. If you say you’re sorry, I’m going to knee you in the dick.”
Against my better judgment, I huff a laugh.
“Okay, I’m not exactlysorrythat it happened, but it shouldn’t have. That was a gross abuse of power, and I hope you know it won’t happen again.”
“That’s the worst news I’ve heard all night,” he says, nuzzling my neck, his body a limp noodle on top of me.
“I just…I can’t.”
“Can’t what?” Vox asks sleepily, propping himself up on an elbow to stare down at me.
“Can’t jeopardize this job, your career, your concentration. The time trials for the Winter Classic are intwodays, Vox. You needa clear head.”
“What if having orgasms like thatmakesmy head clear?” he argues as he slowly starts rubbing against me again.
“Is that…are youhardagain?” I screech.
He smiles. “Getting there. What can I say? I’m good at a lot of things.”
Including driving me to the brink of insanity, I think to myself.
Grabbing his hips, I still his movements.
“Look, I shouldn’t have let it get this far,” I admit. “I don’t regret it, but it can’t happen again.” He gives me a devilish grin, like he just accepted a challenge. “I mean it, Vox,” I tell him sternly, gently rolling him to the side so I can slide out from underneath him.
“I hear you…” he says, but the way he trails off tells me there’s abutcoming.
