Connor cuts his eyes at me. “It is…out here. But your mouth is a balmy ninety-eight degrees.”
I smile before leaning down again, engulfing him a second time.
Pulling hard on the base of his shaft, with my lips applying a decent amount of pressure, I’m committing to this cause. What started as ‘needing a taste’ has turned into a full-on feeding frenzy. I scrape my teeth along his shaft and smilewhen his cock twitches again in response. The feeling of him swelling in my mouth hasmydick hardening.
I hum again, wishing there was enough room for me to squeeze his balls or rim his hole. Since there isn’t, I focus all my attention on his now-rigid cock and the roughly two minutes I have left before we’ll be picked up by the lift house camera.
I bob so forcefully, our chair swings in the air, but Connor’s hips begin rising, meeting my mouth, and his grip tightens in my hair.
“You want me to come down your throat, Vox?”
“Mmhmm,” I hum.
“Having my cum poured inside your ass wasn’t good enough? You want it filling you from both ends, don’t you?” he says above me.
Oh, fuck yes.
“Mmmm.”
Needing this to be quick, I gag myself on his dick to activate my salivary glands. Once I’ve gathered it all in my mouth, I spit on him and bring my right hand around to stroke his shaft while my mouth focuses on the head of his cock. As soon as he groans, I pick up my speed.
I’m going to get him there, I think proudly.
Suddenly, our chair lurches to a stop in mid-air, as they sometimes do. It means either someone fell getting onto the lift, getting off the lift, or dropped a piece of their equipment. Whatever the reason, I’m thankful for it.
“Fuck, baby, that’s so good,” Connor whispers above me. “I’m close, Vox.”
I hum my approval. The mix of cold air and my spit is beginning to chap my lips, but I’ll be damned if I stop now. I suck on the tip a little harder and match the grip with my hand.
It’s not long before I feel him swell that final amount as our chair begins moving again.
“Oh, fuck, baby.Yes…keep doing that.”I know we have to be getting close to the end of our ride, so I’m relieved when he gives me a warning one second before he spills down my throat. “Vox, I’m gonna come.”
I suck him through every pulse, and as I sit up, I can see the roofline of the lift house.
“Feel better?” he asks as he situates himself back in his pants.
With a grin, I tell him, “It took the edge off. Doyoufeel better?”
Connor shakes his head. “Yes, but you’re insatiable.”
“Is that a complaint?”
“Not even a little,” he says with a smile.
We exit the lift and move out of the way for the people behind us, using our unclipped feet to propel us toward the large trail map.
“There’s a great spot up here if you want to grab something to drink when we’re done. Have you eaten at Summit yet?” I ask, pointing to the mountaintop restaurant on the map.
“Nope. Is it any good?”
“Only the best spot on the mountain. Killer fucking views too, especially on a clear day like this.”
Connor nods and bends forward to clip his other boot into place on his snowboard. It’s amazing to watch how easily he’s able to perform the simple act that once haunted him and drove him to his knees.
“Okay. It’s a date.”
A date.
