“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” His voice cracks on the last word, his hands fisting the sheets beside him, shaking his head from side to side.
This orgasm I’m building is going to deplete him in the best way possible. I’m going to ensure that not only will Vox crave this kind of depravity for the rest of his life, but he’ll know only I can give it to him.
“Why are you doing this?” he asks, his body on overload from the back-to-back adrenaline dumps from the on-ramping of his blocked orgasms.
While I wait for his cock to settle down, I straddle his torso, preventing his hands from touching his cock.
Fuck. He looks wrecked…and so goddamn beautiful.
“Because you helped return this part of me to myself, and now, I want to use it to give you the most unforgettable night of your life. One of many, I hope,” I tell him honestly.
“Yeah, well, it should be really fucking easy to remember the night my balls exploded, and I died.”
Smiling, I ask, “I take it your previous partners never played this particular game with you?”
“No. Andgameis a terrible word choice, Lang.Gamesare fun.Thisis torture.”
“Let me prove you wrong.”
“I’d love for you to, but it seems my dick has grown tired of yourgamesand is tapping out.”
Sure enough, Vox’s cock is deflating against his thigh.
Good. Now he’s ready.
“I’m going to let you come this time, but you won’t get a break even though you’ll desperately need it. Do you understand?”
“Connor, I’m a twenty-five-year-old professional athlete wh?—”
“And none of that is going to matter,” I interrupt.
Poor baby has no idea what’s coming.
Chapter 29
Vox
I’m not sure if I want to punch Connor in the face, knee him in the balls, kick him out of my house, or fuck him senseless, but he’s talking a big game, and I’m at serious risk of blue balls if I don’t spill this load soon. It feels like my nuts are stuck in limbo while my dick engages in Jazzercise.Up. Down. Up. Down.
Right now, said dick feels like he’s down for the count, even though my balls are heavier than lead weights. I can’t say I’ve ever experienced this before.
Connor reaches for the bottle of liquid coconut oil he insisted we bring in here with us and sits next to me with his back against the headboard. Spreading his thighs, he instructs me to sit between them with my back to his chest.
Curious, horny, tired, and a little pissed, I do as he says.This better be one helluva show.
“If you try to touch your cock, I’ll edge you two more times before I let you come, got it?”
I nod, getting sleepy with his hard, warm chest behind me. I’m a little embarrassed that I’m pretty sure he missed the boat,and my body is fed up with his antics.So much for being young and in peak physical health.
He rubs the coconut oil across my chest, and although it feels really nice, it lulls me into a really relaxed state, and I’m pretty sure sleep is now imminent.
Until his fingers flick across my nipples. And then back again. And again. This time, he stops to pinch and roll them between his fingers.
Oh, God. We’re awake now.
Connor wraps each of his legs over mine and pulls back, spreading me wide as his fingers continue their assault on my chest.
I didn’t even know I liked having my nipples played with. No one’s ever done it before.
