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Brief summary: Garrett was sought out by the very wealthy Victor to work under him. Victor, however, had other plans, and now the two men are in a relationship they must hide. There are other things hidden as well.
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“Is my car okay to be sitting in the garage for two days?” I had a mouthful of salad when I remembered my car.
“Of course, Garrett.” Victor sat across the table, blotting the corner of his mouth with a napkin. He looked particularly handsome in his khaki colored blazer and the shirt beneath, unbuttoned just far enough to be sexy but still acceptable in public. “We don’t call a tow truck unless it’s clearly abandoned. The attendants are quite vigilant.”
“Do they know… about us?” I thought about how friendly the man was who welcomed me back that first day.
“They’re not stupid, so I’m sure they’ve put the pieces together.”
“And what’s stopping your father from figuring it out? Or the rest of the people in the office?” I wasn’t sure why I was starting to panic about these things.
They’d been gnawing at the back of my mind since the start. But I wanted to believe that Victor’s resources were enough of an impenetrable fortress for our privacy.
“No need to worry about all that. My father won’t figure it out. And unless you or I make it obvious, no one at the office cares enough, other than the few gossips. And no one would believe them, anyhow.” He popped a tomato into his mouth.
But what if they do? I took a drink of wine to calm my nerves. They’d gone away about ten minutes into the helicopter ride, but they’d caught up to me, apparently.
“And,” I blurted, nearly choking on my wine, “what about my apartment complex? Even when you take your name off my lease, you still donated to them. So won’t TannerCorp financial records show that?”
“Babe,” Victor lamented, “stop. It’s okay! Remember, one: I’m the CFO, and I oversee financial records anyway. And two: TannerCorp gets tax write-offs for donations, and my dad encourages me to look for opportunities for community outreach. So it won’t even raise an alarm. Trust me, every base is covered.”
With my wine still in my hand, I nodded.
“I know. I trust you. I’m sorry.” I looked down at the table, trying to read hidden words in the shadows on the linen.
“You don’t need to apologize.” As he spoke, I looked back into his eyes. The flicker of the candle between us reflected in them, as though they were dancing.
“Today has been really great, Victor. Breakfast, the pool, the gym, the helicopter… and now this beautiful dinner? I can’t thank you enough.” Perhaps it was my second glass of wine and the rapid comedown from the adrenaline high, but I started gushing.
“I made a note on my calendar in the car,” Victor replied. He pulled out a small, leather-bound booklet from his breast pocket. “I wrote on today’s date, ‘the best day with G.”
I felt myself blush. Then a question popped into my mind.
“Why do you sign off on things ‘V2’? Like text messages and stuff.” I figured it was because he was the second Victor.
“Well…” He leaned forward on his elbows. “The obvious reason is that my dad was V1. But the reason it stuck was because my mom used to make us lunches, like paper bag sack lunches, every day before work and school. Even though we had chefs, my mom still insisted on making our lunch. And she’d label the bags V1 and V2. It was funny because I eventually figured out she made the same thing for both of us, but she still labeled the bags, and so I had a lunch that was for me.”
I realized I was holding my breath listening to him. The more he spoke about her, the more I realized how profoundly losing her had affected Victor. He missed her. He was sad he couldn’t remember her as well.
“Do you ever… visit her?” I asked.
“You mean her grave? No, I don’t. It’s been a few years,” replied Victor.
“Where is she buried?”
“Out East. The Tanner family has a large set of burial plots in a private cemetery in Boston.”
You should go see her, I wanted to say. I knew sitting by a headstone wouldn’t bring her back, but it might do Victor some good to be closer.
I kept that in the back of my mind as something to encourage later.
“Do you ever visit your dad?” He asked suddenly.
“No,” I replied. His death was so conflicting for me. I was devastated to lose a father; and yet there had been a sense of relief that made me feel guiltier than anything. But with him gone, I thought I’d no longer had to worry about what he thought or felt about me. Little did I know, he’d be following me like a bloodhound.
A server came with more wine, breaking the tension. We changed the subject and quickly finished dinner. Malachi was waiting outside, and we made our way back up to Victor’s home.
As we walked in the door, it was clear Karoline had left for home. But she’d left some food that would just need to be heated up should we get hungry later.
I followed Victor back to the bedroom where we stripped down. I assumed we were going to change, but Victor grabbed me and pushed me up against the full-length mirror in the closet. He started to kiss my neck, rubbing his hands up and down my torso.
“Let’s make this great day even better,” he growled. It didn’t take long before both of us were rock hard. I felt his cock pressed against my hipbone as he continued to lick and kiss me. I felt him sucking on my collarbone in a way that almost hurt, but this time, I didn’t stop him.
He pulled away and quickly spun me around so I was facing the mirror, and then I felt his hands on my ass.
“Bend over. I want dessert.” This low, gravelly voice of his was making me sweat a bit, and I hungrily followed orders. In the mirror, I saw the red mark of a hickey on my collarbone that Victor had left, like a necklace or a ring to show I was his.
I bent over so my face was nearly touching the glass, and Victor dropped to his knees and buried his tongue inside me. I moaned, fogging up the mirror, and Victor’s tongue slithered around my asshole like a snake. He started to get his jaw going, really slobbering all over my ass, making me feel dirty in the best way.
“Stay here,” he told me. And in seconds, Victor was back with the lube. He put some on his fingers, and those fingers were soon massaging at my ring. I breathed in and out, relaxing until his fingers popped in.
“Are you gonna breed me, Victor?” I made eye contact with him in the mirror.
“Garrett, I’m going to try and get you pregnant.”
My mouth started watering, and I arched my back with my hands on my knees. I listened as Victor lubed up his cock, and I soon felt the familiar pressure of a thick cockhead trying to enter me. It went in, and Victor took his time sliding all the way in, moving his hands to my hips.
“Oh, wow,” he breathed.
“Mmm?” I looked in the mirror at him, feeling his cock stretching my insides just right.
“I forgot how good it feels being inside you.” He pulled back and slid in once more. I felt the thick mushroom head brush past my p-spot, and I shivered.
“Please, fuck me, Victor,” I huffed, already getting into it.
Victor didn’t respond with words. Instead, we locked eyes in the mirror, and he started rocking his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of me. It was slow for now, growing more and more enjoyable as I relaxed and accommodated his girth.
With each moan, I was fogging up the glass of the mirror. I tried not to look at myself as he fucked me, and so I held eye contact with Victor. He looked so sexy as he thrusted into me, his strong arms holding my hips for support. My own cock was leaking drops of precum onto the floor of the closet.
He started going a bit faster now. There was a light slapping sound that was now audible, and I felt as his heavy balls swung forward and hit mine.
I had to steady myself with a hand on the mirror in front of me, and soon both hands were on the glass as Victor began truly pounding his big cock into my tight hole.
“Ohhh,” I groaned. “Mmm, yeah.”
“Good boy,” Victor growled. “Take this dick, baby.”
I looked in his eyes, and his eyebrows were furrowed; he was biting his lip as his hips hammered me. Each time his cockhead pressed on my prostate, I let out a whimper, and it was getting quite loud in the walk-in closet, with clothes strewn about at our feet.
“Fuck!” He grunted, his hands gripping my hips tighter.
“Ohh, yeah!” My eyes were fluttering closed, and I kept fogging and smudging the mirror. But as Victor’s perfect cock was in me, I felt powerful and strong and… sexy.
“Look in my eyes as I breed you,” he huffed.
“Yes, sir,” I replied. I moved one hand to the center of the mirror. And with the other, I grabbed my precum-slick dick and stroked in time with Victor’s thrusts.
“Ohh, ohh,” he moaned, his eyes staring directly into mine. “I’m gonna fill you up with my load like the little slut you are!”
“Yeah? Make me feel naughty, Victor.”
Suddenly one of Victor’s hands grabbed hold of my hair, and his hips slammed even faster. Then as he held me like that, I watched his face twist.
“Ohh, here it comes, baby!” And then, like that, I felt his hot load flooding into me, and l I could hear were Victor’s loud, orgasmic moans and the sound of his skin slapping against mine.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I yelped. Victor’s eyes widened as he watched me cum. The first rope of my nut splattered onto the mirror, and I almost lost my balance due to how intense the waves were hitting me. “Ahhh!”
And then there was only the sound of heavy breathing as Victor slid his cock out of me. He spun me around again and wrapped his arms around me.
“You’re so sexy, Garrett. I can barely keep my hands off of you.” He kissed my cheek, my neck, my head. “I didn’t hurt you, pulling your hair, did I?”
“No,” I replied, nuzzling up in his arms. I realized my cock was still leaking a bit of cum, and it was definitely getting on him. But we walked to the shower again.
“Normal day tomorrow at work, right?” I asked as Victor scrubbed my back.
“Yeah, pretty typical. Where do you plan on staying tomorrow?”
“I ought to go home. Wash some clothes and wear some fresh outfits to work that people haven’t seen yet.” I’d love to stay with Victor, but it didn’t make much sense for me to get that upset over my own living situation if I wasn’t even there half the time. But there was still a way. “You can come over again, if you want.”
“I think I just might,” Victor whispered into my ear.
The two of us just stood under the rainfall shower for a while. It was very relaxing after quite the day. Once the dryer was on, Victor held me again. It wasn’t too late yet, but I just wanted to lie down for a bit.
“Would you like to sit in the hot tub with me?” Victor asked. “We can have a few cocktails before bed.”
“That would be lovely. Suits or no suits?”
I watched Victor walk, naked, out the side door of the bedroom and down the path. So I followed him, and we got in the hot tub after Victor darted inside for the bar cart. He mixed up a few cocktails, standing up in the tub so the waterline just barely covered his penis.
We sat and drank, recapping our nice day together.
“I still can’t believe you took me in a helicopter today! That was so incredible.” I was practically giddy as I remembered the amazing adrenaline high.
“I liked our workout in my gym this morning,” he whispered after taking a sip.
“Oh, yes,” I replied. “That was quite the display of fitness prowess, Victor. I was very impressed. And very turned on.”
The way he used his arm strength to ride my dick was something I’d have a hard time forgetting. But it was something I’d definitely keep in my mind for my solo play times.
Before long, it was dark, and we soon headed to bed.
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“Garrett, hello!” Ashli greeted me as I walked in for Victor’s morning coffees. We’d been driven in our separate cars, and I took the coffee shop as a detour to not arrive at the exact same time.
“Hi, Ashli! Great to see you.” She quickly got started on the drinks. She wrote VT on the cups as she always did.
The bell of the door jingled behind me as another customer walked in. Ashli hollered over her shoulder, “Welcome to Brewbie’s!”
“Good morning, Ashli,” came a voice behind me. The other customer was a woman who was familiar enough to know her name.
Ashli whipped her head around, and her eyes got wide.
“Hi, Lisa… It’s been a while…” She kept a poker face, but I knew exactly who was behind me.
“Yeah, Tanner fired me for no reason. But he gave me good severance, so that way I wouldn’t sue.”
I stared right ahead as Ashli uncomfortably finished the drinks.
“That’s a bummer,” Ashli replied to her as she set my drinks in a cup holder.
In my mind, I was wondering if Lisa would recognize me. I smiled at Ashli, quietly thanking her, and I tried my best to keep my head down. But Lisa gasped when she saw the coffee cups.
“You’re… that delivery boy.” She eyed me up and down. “You delivered my food, and then Vic was a real jerk about my tip. Then he fired me the next day…”
“Oh, uh,” I stumbled over my words, desperate to leave the coffee shop.
“And now he’s got you doing the bitch work? Hmm. Strange.” It was like she was putting a puzzle together in her mind.
“I just saw a job posting,” I lied. “Did t realize I’d be working for him until the interview.”
“Huh. Well, better you than me, I suppose. Good luck, kid. You’ll need it in spades.”
I left Lisa and Ashli and made my way to the office. I dropped one coffee off at my desk, before Paulette even arrived, and delivered the others to Victor. He smiled, in the middle of an important-sounding phone call, and I made my way to my desk.
After a sudden day off, there were more administrative tasks to square away than usual, and so the day flew by. By the time I was clocking out, I realized I hadn’t planned anything for dinner. But I knew he liked Hawaiian pizza.
Are you coming over tonight? I texted him in the parking garage.
Yes please -V2
I smiled seeing him type that. I wondered what his mother was like. It seemed all the parts of him that I was falling for had been inherited from her, so I could only bet she was a wonderful person.
I drove home and tidied up my apartment. As I waited for him, I had the urge to go down to the leasing office, but I abstained and resolved to check the following day. I wanted to give Victor the chance to make right before I freaked out again.
Done at office. I’ll be at your place in 20 -V2
The message made my heart skip a beat, and I took that opportunity to offer us a pizza. I had some wine in my fridge that I pulled out, too.
Victor arrived fifteen minutes before the pizza. This time, I wasn’t so insecure about what my apartment did and didn’t have. Instead, I just enjoyed my night with Victor, eating pizza on my bed in our underwear.
When it came time to settle in for bed, Victor gave me a lap dance. His hips moved much more gracefully than I anticipated, and I was rock hard by the end.
“Well, what do we have here?” He said, yanking on the waistband of my briefs. My hard cock popped out, and Victor swallowed it down in one go.
“Mmm, flip over so I can taste yours,” I hissed.