Page 120 of Fall Line

I grunt my release and watch in awe as my cum splashes across Vox’s gorgeous face on the poster. I run two fingers through the mess just to smear it across his lips on the paper before bringing them to his lips in real life.

He wastes no time sucking my fingers into his mouth, groaning as he licks them dry.

“Fuck, Connor,” Vox moans. He rarely uses my first name, but it always makes me smile when he does.

“Did you like that?”

Instead of answering me, he returns with a question of his own. “You want top or bottom tonight?”

“Top,” I answer immediately. “Defiling your picture was so much fun that now I want to defile the real thing.”

Standing up, I pull Vox to me, driving my fingers into his all-brown hair. He took the purple out shortly after officially signing with Fall Line Boards, and I have to admit, I like it better.

“Dinner?” he asks, making me smile as I remember the words he once spoke to me.

“Fuck dinner. I’m eatingyou.”