Without removing his lips, he shakes his head no, defying me. I’m about to argue with him, fully prepared to enjoy the power play until he grabs my balls with his right hand and uses his left hand to match the rhythm his mouth has found.
We still haven’t moved away from the door.
I’ve not stepped two feet inside this room, and Connor has managed to get me nearly naked. Meanwhile, I can’t see a single inch of his skin beyond his face and hands.
“Connor,” I start, but the words die on my tongue as he simultaneously tugs on my sac and licks my shaft. “Oh, fuck, yes.Do that again,” I beg.
Thisrequest he obliges.
“Connor,” I try again, “Let me touch you. Take your shirt off at least.”
He pops off my dick and looks up at me, his expression severe. “Let me be very clear. You aren’t moving from this spot until I’ve sucked every last drop from your balls. You want me to take my shirt off? Then, stop fucking interrupting me, andcome down my goddamn throat, because neither of us is going anywhere until you do.”
I stare at him in stunned silence for a full five seconds. It’s long enough for the most wicked of smirks to cross his face.
“What’s the matter, hotshot? Coach got your tongue?”
With that, he spits on my cock and dives face-first onto me, resuming the blowjob. When one of his fingers dips behind my balls, my hips thrust forward, causinghimto gag andmeto come violently.
He drinks me down with the fervor of a man trying to pull the last drops from the fountain of youth and leaves me slumped against the door, gasping for air.
“How many times do you think it’ll take?” he asks once he regains his breath.
“For what?” I ask, standing on shaky legs.
“For you to black the fuck out from coming so hard?” he asks as I kick off my boots and the rest of my clothes.
Not as many as you might think if you keep talking like that, I think.Out loud, I reply, “Only one way to find out.”
Chapter 22
Connor
The entire time I was checking into this hotel, part of me still believed I wouldn’t go through with it, but as soon as I heard the stairwell door open, watching through the door’s peephole as Vox emerged, everything changed.
I knew I was willing to risk it all.
Getting Vox off first had been non-negotiable. Selfishly, if he changed his mind about all of this, I wantedonetaste of him that I could remember forever.
But here he is, stark naked in front of me with miles of tan skin in the middle of winter, his cock, already fighting its way back to life, and a look on his gorgeous face that has me concernedImay black out from pleasure before he does.
“You’re staring,” Vox says in a gruff, low voice, his back to the bed behind him.
“Yeah, well, you’re damn near irresistible when you’reinclothes,” I say, stepping directly in front of him. “Out of them, you’re melting my fucking brain,” I admit, wrapping my hand around his cock once more.
God, I just want to touch him everywhere.
Vox looks at me with nothing but heat and desire in his eyes as I pump him. He’s already hard again.Ah, to be twenty-five.
“Your turn,” he says, tugging at my shirt. As soon as we’re skin to skin, I’m confident I’ll lose my fucking mind, but you know what? Vox can have it.
I rip my shirt over my head as he palms me through my pants.
“Faster,” he demands. Apparently, I’m not getting naked quickly enough for him. The thought that I’m driving him crazy, even afractionas much as he’s making me, makes my cock leak.
Ignoring his demand, I run my hands up his chest, over his shoulders, and back down his sides, marveling at the goosebumps left in the wake of my fingers.
“Let me take my time. This might be the only chance I get to admire you like this.”
