“That’s because you think the point is to go fast and be the first one to the bottom.”
“Hellllooooo, thatisthe point. It’s arace.”
Being on a board in the cold mountain air makes me fucking horny. Doing it with Connor Lang puts my extremities at serious risk for frostbite because all my blood has been in my dick for the last two hours, and being taught how to be the slowest one down the mountain really isn’t doing it for me when my dick wants to seek shelter in his ass.
I reach gloved hands forward, trying to get them inside his unzipped jacket, when he catches my hands.
“Are you trying to get us caught?” Connor asks in an adorable reprimanding tone.
“I think I need a sex break.”
“You’re murdering my sanity, you know that, right?”
“Well, you murdered my ass last night, and you’re murdering my concentration now,” I fire back. It doesn’t take long for me to realize that was the wrong thing to say because Connor grows deadly serious.
“Vox, you can’t afford to be distracted. Not now, and certainly not on race day. Do we need to put this thing between us on hold until after the competition?”
“Hell no! I’mwaymore distracted when I’m not gettinglaid. Which means the only solution is to take me back to your place and fuck me…or let me fuck you.”
His eyes darken at the suggestion.
“Fine. Ace this exercise, and I’ll give you what you want.” He agrees like it’s some kind of hardship, but I can see the façade cracking the longer he stares at me. He switches back to coach-speak before he totally loses control. “You won’t be the only one on the course this year. Snowboard cross is new for you, and the team slalom event means there will be multiple boarders as good as you out there for that one, too. When you have additional traffic on a slope, it becomes a whole new game.”
“So, you want me to trail them the whole way down the mountain?” I ask, not following his logic as we move next in line for the lift.
“No, I want you to learn to anticipate their movements and what turns they’re going to make. If theydomanage to get in front of you, you need to know how to pass them safely.”
We get swept up by the lift and begin our ascent back up the mountain. This particular lift runs mostly along a tree line. There is a runnable route below us, but no one’s on it. The moguls are too icy, and there are way better options for today. I know the people behind us can see our backs, but they don’t know who we are, and the chairs are spaced far enough apart that they can’t make out our words, either.
Unable to stand it any longer, I strip my gloves off and reach for the button on Connor’s snow pants.
“Vox, have you lost your mind?” Connor asks as the wind whips around us. I know I have roughly four and a half minutes before we’re in sight of the lift house at the other end.
“Yes,” I answer truthfully, needing my mouth on him.
“Vox, it’s four degrees out here!” Connor yells in muted horror.
“What’s your point?” I ask, my numb fingers working hard to free his cock.
“There’s no way I’m getting hard up here.”
“You don’t have to. I just want to taste.”
Finally, he relents and helps me by pulling his cock through the hole in his boxers. I groan as I lean over, taking him in my mouth.
The irony isn’t lost on me that at the very start of this season, one slope over, I picked multiple condoms up and wondered how anyone would be trying to get off on a ski lift.
Now I know.
I groan as the flavor of Connor and the soap he used in the shower this morning hit my tongue. Because his dick isn’t standing at attention, I’m easily able to engulf his entire cock in my mouth. I’m really not trying to get him hard; I just want to be this close to him. Take what others can’t have.
It’s probably safe to say we can add cock warming to the list of shit I enjoy with Connor.
His hand lands on the back of my head, and I know he’s taken his glove off as well because I feel his fingers as they begin massaging my scalp.
And his dick twitches in my mouth, coming to life.
I pop off his dick to look up at him. “Thought you said it was too cold?”
