Maybe that’s why I’m so mad. He’s everything I was, and a reminder of everything I’ll never be again.
In a steady voice I envy more than anything, Vox asks, “Are you done?”
I nod my head once, too embarrassed to meet his eyes now that my rant is over.
He throws all the foil packets on the nightstand, grabs my arm, so I’m sitting upright, my legs hanging over the edge of the bed, and my feet planted on the floor. Standing between my knees, he forces my face up and holds me in place.
“I’ll give youonepass for being an asshole because you shared something important with me tonight, and I can only imagine it’s left you feeling a little raw. But you just used it. Next time, you fuckingtalk to mebefore you lash out and say stupid shit you’ll regret later,” he says, claiming all the authority in this interaction. Vox is the one with all the power here, and he fucking knows it. He lets go of my chin and grips me by the roots of my hair instead, tilting my head back even further as he presses in closer. “We’ve been dancing around each other forweeks,Connor. The tension between us is higher than a jet’s cruising altitude. The looks we share could melt Ricochet. When you pulled me from practice but wouldn’t tell me where we were going, I simply wanted to be prepared in case weended uphere.” He waves a hand between our naked bodies, letting go of my hair. Then, he plants his hands on either side of my hips as he leans down, getting in my face. “The onlyopportunityI want is this one, right here with you. Those packets are forus. And for the record, I didn’t sleep withanyonethe night of the time trials because I was too busy trying to make you jealous so you’d get your head out of your ass and give in tothis.”
Oh.
Well, fuck.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt. The response is severely lacking, but it’s where I need to start. “I’m sorry for what I said. I’m sorry for how I acted at practice this afternoon. I’m sorry for ruining this time together with my insecurity and jealousy.”
Vox’s eyes turn darker than a moonless night.
“Do you want to make it up to me?” he asks.
“More than anything,” I breathe, running my hands up his sides.
“Then put your head on the pillow, get comfortable, and lose the words ‘no’ and ‘stop’ from your vocabulary.”
Finally, I smile as I throw Vox’s own words back in his face.
“Yes, sir.”
Chapter 23
Vox
Lust takes over as soon as the words leave his mouth. Connor Lang is naked beneath me, offering himself to me, and it’s far more intoxicating than my hormone-driven, fourteen-year-old adolescent brain could have ever imagined.
Despite the quick mood change for the necessary heart-to-heart, Connor commits to whatever happens next by locking his hands behind my neck and pulling my mouth down to his.
“Fuck, this is a terrible idea,” he says again, echoing the sentiment he shared earlier as he slides back on the mattress with his head on the pillows as I instructed.
He’s not wrong.
“Too bad I want you too much to give a shit,” I reply, planting one hand on the mattress and using the other to grip the headboard for leverage as I drag my cock along his, while rolling my hips at a torturously slow pace.
The move elicits the most delicious groan from him. He’s wound so tightly—every muscle in his body is tense—makinghim seem larger than life. I may be slightly taller, but there’s no denying Connor has far more mass.
I watch his face as I roll my hips again. My eyes stay transfixed on his, but his are watching our cocks. Since I’m holding myself up, our chests aren’t connected, and he can see every thrust.
“Does that feel good, baby?” My voice is low and definitely gives away how close I am to already blowing again.
“Fuck, yes. Please,” Connor begs. “Make me come.”
His eyes are half-lidded in pleasure as he looks up at me.
Grabbing one of the lube packets, I slide down his body, sighing in relief as soon as my mouth comes in contact with his cock. His flavor could drown a man.
Clean, heady, masculine, with a hint of hotel bar soap.
Despite my bravado and big talk, it’s been a while for me. I was casually hooking up with Kat for months before she started seeing someone, and it’s been a ghost town below my belt ever since. I’ve missed the feel, taste, and sight of a man beneath me, and I’m consciously pumping the brakes; otherwise, I risk this being over way too fucking fast. Connor’s plea was clearly for me to make him comesoon, but what he doesn’t know is that I declined Renner’s earlier invitation to hang out and now plan to take my sweet-ass time, torturing us both.
Steadying the base of Connor’s cock with one hand, I bask in his scent as I bring my lips down over the tip.
