I wrap my hand around it over the fabric and stroke it once, twice, three times.
“Jesus fucking Christ, this is such a bad idea,” Connor says, now white-knuckling the steering wheel.
But he didn’t tell me to stop.
I tug on my seatbelt so I have more room and move closer to the inside edge of my seat. The center console in his Volvo CX60 is nice and low, allowing me to lean over it fairly easily. My hands move to his belt as I dive for his neck, hoping to give him another hickey. Connor takes one hand off the steering wheel and puts it on the back of my head, holding me to him.
“I can’t…I can’t keep driving,” he says. “Vox…Vox, listen to me,” he begs, causing me to sit up and look at him, my hands stilling on the button of his pants. Disappointment courses through me along with the worst case of blue balls I’ve ever experienced in my life.
“I’m listening.”
“What if we…let’s find a hotel before we get back to town. I don’t want to come without being able to touch you or return the favor. Besides, I wantyouto come until you black out, not get me off and then waste your load on your hand later.”
“The next exit. Take it,” I demand. Needing this man right fuckingnow.
Although we’re notinRicochet Ridge, we’re still close enough that I’ll risk being recognized if I check in, and the last thing we need is anyone knowing we’re here together, so Connor checks in while I wait in the car.
As soon as he’s in the room, he sends me a text with the room number, and I’m out of the car so fast I damn near push the door off its hinges.
When I step out of the stairwell into the hall of the fourth floor, I don’t even have time to catch my breath before Connor grabsmy hand and pulls me into the room. Once the door shuts, he slams me against it, pressing his full weight into me.
He stops just short of kissing me so he can tease me instead. My head falls back against the door as his hands start pulling at my sweater.
“Get it off,” he growls impatiently.
Crossing my arms in front of me, I grab the bottom of my shirt and lift. Connor’s tongue is on my abs as soon as they’re exposed. I throw my sweater to the floor and drive my fingers into his hair as he sinks to his knees.
Whose life am I even living right now that Connor-fucking-Lang is on his knees for me?
He continues licking my skin as his fingers work the fly of my pants open. Pulling them down, I still have my boots on, so I can’t even step out of them, but he doesn’t seem to care. Connor reaches behind me, grabs two handfuls of my ass, and buries his face in my boxer briefs, placing open-mouth kisses all along my shaft.
Greedily, I grip the roots of his hair to ground myself.
The heat from his mouth feels heavenly on my cock, which is jutting straight out from my body and starting to hurt thanks to the tight material it’s straining against.
Letting go of Connor’s hair, I reach down and pull the leg of my boxer briefs up to free my dick from its confines, sighing in relief.
“Not that I expected anything different,” Connor breathes, eyeing my cock, “but it’s fucking perfect.”
I assume he’d spend some time teasing me, working me up more than he already has, maybe give me a few pumps with his hand just to feel the weight of it with no barrier.
But, no.
He latches on with his mouth, and when I look down to see the lips of my fuckingidolstretched around my cock, suckingme into his mouth like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, I damn near go off like a rocket.
I push Connor back by his shoulders.
“Connor, wait,” I say, trying to catch my breath.
“Please don’t make me. I’m starving, Vox.”
Fucking hell.
Planting one hand on the back of his head again, I use the other to feed myself to him. I didn’t take Connor as being quite so submissive, but if his natural desire in the bedroom is to follow orders, I can definitely work with that.
Except that theory is blown to hell a second later.
“Slow down,” I order, trying to stave off my impending orgasm as long as I can. Yes, I can come multiple times in a night, but we don’t have all night. At best, we have an hour or two before he regrets this and pulls away from me again.
