I breathe through the burn, which is surprisingly slight, considering how long it’s been.
“Oh, fuck, you feel good,” he moans.
I doubt finger-fucking me feels as good as that whole-body orgasm he just ga?—
“Shit!” I cry, immediately pushing my ass into him as he swipes over my prostate. I swear it’s like that spot activates slut-mode. I drop my chest to the bed, arch my back to give him better access, and reach behind me with one hand to hold myself open for him since one of his hands is currently buried inside me.
“That’s it, baby, spread yourself nice and wide for me,” he instructs.
I could take this kind of coaching all fucking day.
Connor pushes back in, and this time, he leaves his fingers in place, pressing forward toward my belly button, swiping over my prostate like he’s petting a fucking rabbit.
Needing more, I begin to fuck myself on his fingers.
“Connor,please,” I whine.
“Needy again so soon?” he asks playfully. “Did I not make you come hard enough the first time?”
“More,” is all I say. Because truthfully, as fuckinginsaneas that first orgasm was, I want another. My body is already addicted to the intensity.
I had no idea sex could be like this.
Talk about getting knocked off your high horse.
Connor wanted to teach me control, but all he’s taught me is how to lose it while realizing I never had it in the first place.
Chapter 30
Connor
After working Vox open with three fingers, I finally ask, “Do you want to come like this first, or are you ready for my cock?” He’s riding my hand like the shameless, greedy cockslut I was hoping he’d be. He’s also listened to my instructions better than I thought he would, and now I want to give him whatever he wants.
“Your cock,please,” he begs for about the hundredth time in the last half hour. “Please,” he says again, “I need it.”
Removing my fingers from his ass, I slap my dick against his hole, teasing him, loving the wet sound it makes when my flesh meets his.
“Get on your back,” I command. I want to be able to watch his face because I’m a hair’s breadth away from coming completely unhinged, and the last thing I want to do is hurt him.
I’ve done enough of that.
Vox scrambles to his back, his eagerness making me smile, and his face steals my breath.
“Hips up,” I tell him, replacing the pillow I pushed out of the way earlier when I flipped him over.
There’s nothing like having a man as beautiful, powerful, and talented as Vox place his trust in me. Normally so sure of himself, but now begging for me.
Forget snowboarding;thisis the highest high I’ve ever felt.
I gently push his knees toward his chest. “Hold your legs here for me,” I tell him as I reach over for the lube. “Do you want me to wear a condom?” I ask, holding my breath as I wait for the answer.
His eyes flash to mine.
“No.”
Thank fuck.
I coat my cock quickly, place my right hand on the underside of his left thigh for balance as I use my left hand to line myself up.
