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Karoline left, after bringing us one more bucket of ice, to go home not long after that, and I felt a little less exposed. We sipped cocktails in the hot tub, laughing together.
“So do you get meals like that every night?” I asked as I finished my second drink.
“She gets two nights off a week, but other than that, yes. I’m very fortunate to have found her. Sometimes she’s a bit like a mother to me.”
“You don’t talk about your mom very much,” I blurted. Immediately, I felt bad. “I’m sorry. That was insensitive.”
“No, no,” said Victor, placing a hand on my thigh. “You’re right. I don’t talk much about her. But that’s, unfortunately, because I don’t remember her very much. She got sick when I was about nine, died when I was 12, almost 13, and by 15, my dad was sick of me and shipped me off to Edinburgh.”
“I’m sorry, Victor,” I replied, placing my hand on his. “What do you remember, if you don’t mind me asking?”
He smiled and sat up straight. “Well, I remember Halloween was very special for us, because it was also her birthday. So, back before I knew my dad was cheating on her with anything with tits and legs, he was really fun with both of us. And so Mom and I would always be getting ready for Halloween: all the costumes, the candy, the decorations. And then as soon as we’d finish with that, my dad would take me away to go plan a party for Mom’s birthday.”
I felt a stirring in my chest. This was a very touching moment from Victor that I appreciated.
“That’s actually why that’s my code to the front door. 103166. October thirty-first, 1966, her birthday. It was like, as soon as she got sick, she was already dead to my father. He just stopped caring about her, and he stopped caring about me, too. I wondered if I was just another version of her to him, and once she was gone…” He took a big swig of his drink, as if to mask the emotions that were bubbling up.
In that moment, I realized that maybe Victor was just a broken little boy inside. In a way, he’d lost both his parents at once, as it probably felt like his dad didn’t truly care. Sure, they had all the money in the world, but it was clear there were still some open wounds Victor hadn’t yet healed from.
I lay my head on his shoulder as the bubbles and jets massaged us.
“I apologize if that was a lot at once,” he said softly.
“No, don’t be sorry, Victor,” I told him. “If we’re going to be together, then we open up to each other. I’d rather know everything than live in the dark. I might not understand everything, but I can try.”
His hand squeezed my thigh.
“This is what I meant when I said you’re different, Garrett. You listen, and you care.”
“Of course I care, Victor,” I whispered into his ear. “In fact, I often care too much. And that’s why I’ve been alone for so long.”
“What do you mean?”
“I always end up getting too emotionally invested in people, which a lot of people don’t seem to like, so they leave.”
We were both quiet for a moment before Victor spoke again.
“I won’t leave you, Garrett. I’m not trying to flatter you when I say that I like this life a lot more with you in it. I’d be a fool to let you go,” he said, turning his head and planting a kiss on the side of my forehead.
I really hope not, I thought. Because I knew this one would really hurt, because despite my best interest, and despite the mountain of red flags, I really liked this guy. I liked how mysterious he was, how powerful he was, how he chose to be soft and delicate with me and no one else.
There was still that part of me that worried it was all a manipulation tactic to keep me under his thumb. But was that such a bad place to be? Under Victor’s thumb I got companionship. I got sex. I got delicious food and extravagant experiences. I got a bigger paycheck than I could’ve ever dreamed of. And that worried part of me was at war with the part that was falling for him.
And I was definitely falling for Victor Tanner, Jr.
It was dark outside by the time we got out of the hot tub to dry off. Victor gathered up all the drink glasses and rolled the bar cart back inside where it belonged with a towel around his waist. I followed him, closing the door.
“Let’s play one more round of pool before bed,” he said, mixing us up one more cocktail. “This time… winner bottoms.”
My eyes got wide. “Tonight?”
“I can’t be next to you, naked all night, and not have sex with you. It’s just not fair to my body,” he laughed.
“Deal,” I smiled. He’d won every game we’d played, so it sounded like he wanted to bottom. I’d never have an issue topping Victor.
So we moved to the game room, cocktails in hand, and began. Victor let me break, and I got stripes. Immediately, something was different. Either Victor’s aim was off, or he was missing, because I quickly had three balls in the pockets, and Victor had none.
“What’s going on?” I asked him. “You’re usually a master.”
“I’ve switched hands,” he smiled. I realized he’d been shooting with his left the entire game. Maybe he wanted to top after all.
“No fair,” I teased. “But I won’t complain if I have to bottom tonight…”
So we played the game, and eventually Victor’s competitive side took over, and he switched back to his dominant hand. Quickly, we whittled away balls until we each had one to sink before the eight ball. Both of our towels had slipped off, and we were playing naked.
It was difficult to stave off an erection when Victor was very flexible with his shots, bending over on one leg, just to get the six in the corner pocket. The more I looked at his ass, the more I hoped he won. I wanted to bury myself inside him again.
I managed to get my last ball in first, but I struggled to follow through with the eight. Victor quickly caught up.
“Alright,” he said, circling around the table like a hungry shark. “If I make this trick shot, I bottom. And I want to add some stakes. I also get to pick where we do it.”
“Where? What do you mean?”
“There are several rooms you haven’t seen in this house, Garrett.” He turned his attention to the table. “Eight ball, this side pocket, off that back corner.”
I watched as he leaned down, feeling the table and his pool cue like he did my body. My face felt flushed, and then the eight ball was in the side pocket.
“You win,” I said, walking up behind him. He turned around, and I saw he was hard.
“I guess I do, don’t I?” He grinned. Our lips met, and I softly pushed him back against the pool table. He lifted himself up and sat on it, wrapping his legs around my waist.
“Where do you want to do this, Victor the victor?” I kissed his neck and felt his fingernails dig into my back.
“Right here,” he breathed in my ear. “Right now.”
“Perfect,” I said. And then I pushed his chest down so he was flat on his back on the blue felt of the table. I fluttered kisses down his chest, his torso, his stomach.
I pulled back, standing up, and I lifted Victor’s legs up to my shoulders. Then I squatted down so I was looking directly at Victor’s ass. I wanted to taste it so badly, so I dove right in with my tongue. He tasted like the hot tub water, but I could still taste him.
“Ohh, Garett,” Victor’s moaning voice came from above me.
At this angle, his balls were basically resting on my nose, but I took that as an opportunity to lick and suck it all. I went back and forth between taking both big balls into my mouth at once to licking circles around his pink ring. He had his hands in my hair, which had been down all evening and was definitely still wet from the hot tub.
After a moment, I couldn’t ignore the hard cock that was inches away, so I swallowed that down, too. His thick head slid down my throat, and I heard him gasp and grunt.
“Mmm! Oh my god!”
Meanwhile, I was definitely leaking precum on the floor. Growing eager to fuck him, I questioned if my saliva would be enough lube.
“I should grab the lube,” I said.
“Quick, quick, please,” Victor hissed, stroking his cock. “It’s in the nightstand.”
So I ran, a string of precum preceding me, to the bedroom. I found the lube quickly and bounded back to Victor. He had scooted back just a bit on the table so his legs were up. I got a gorgeous view of his hairless ass, smooth balls, and hard cock.
I squeezed some lube onto my hand and rubbed it all over my dick. I reached over for one of our towels and wiped my hand off before walking up to Victor to kiss him. The pool table was the perfect height, and Victor lay back, his ass resting on the lip of the table and lifting his hole to the exact level of my cock.
So I wasted no time and lined my cockhead up and began to push into Victor, who stared at me from the table. His mouth opened slowly into a wide smile as I plunged in, ever so slowly. His tight hole felt so soft, so warm, and once I was all the way in, I had to catch my breath.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “You’re so tight, Victor.”
“Maybe you’re just really big,” he said as he smiled up at me.
“You’re bigger than me.”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t,” he replied with a laugh. “But that certainly doesn’t make you small. Trust me; you’re literally inside me.”
I laughed, too.
But I couldn’t stop my body’s desires, and I began to pump my hips. Slowly at first, I slid in and out, the tight muscles of his ass squeezing every inch of me. I had my hands on his hips, and he held onto my wrists, softly gasping with each of my thrusts.
I sped up a bit, not necessarily intending to pound him. Despite the rawness and slight taboo of doing it on a pool table, it still felt romantic, like a buildup of emotions and physical arousal at the same time. I had learned early to not equate sex with love, but there was something special about Victor that I couldn’t ignore.
With my right hand, I grabbed his cock and started to jerk him, a thick bead of precum spilling down. He moaned and bit his lip, tightening his grip on my left wrist. His green eyes were half-open, but he didn’t break eye contact as I kept pushing into him.
“Do you want me to put a load in you, right on this pool table, Victor?” I asked with a sly grin. The sensuality of the whole moment was getting to me, and despite wanting to last much longer, I knew I probably wouldn’t.
“Yes, please, Garrett,” he breathed, moaning between each word as I kept stroking his dick.
I sped up even more, still not quite slamming into him, but his tightness was extremely intense, and I couldn’t get enough. I could feel my balls tightening as an inevitable orgasm crept up. So I jerked Victor’s cock faster, too, matching my thrusts.
“Ohh, Garrett,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.
If not for the angle and height of the pool table, I would’ve kissed him. But that could wait. I could kiss him all night. For now, I had a job to do: to get us off together.
The building sensation inside of me was reaching the point of no return, and I grunted out, “I’m gonna cum!”
Victor’s eyes snapped back to watch my face as I finally reached my release. I jerked his cock wildly, and my eyes slammed shut as I erupted rope after rope, pulsing wave after pulsing wave, of the most intense orgasm of my life inside Victor.
“Ahh! Ohh, fuck!” I yelled, my hips and hand taking over.
Suddenly Victor yelled, “Unggh!’” And I managed to open my eyes and watch as he hit himself in the face with a thick spray of cum. I kept looking every last drop out of him, feeling his ass muscles contract with each orgasmic wave. My knees were nearly buckling as my own orgasm subsided with my slowing thrusts.
Both of us panting loudly and sweating, we looked into each other’s eyes with exhausted smiles. I slid out of him, still trying to catch my breath, and he propped himself up on his hands.
“I’m glad I won,” he smiled.
“So am I,” I said. I grabbed his hands and helped him to his feet. We inspected the felt for stains, but we’d managed to keep it clean, somehow.
I handed him one of the towels, and he wiped himself off. We went to shower together, and he held me close the entire time. I liked it, feeling wanted by someone who had everything. He kept saying I was different and special, and I was starting to believe he felt that way.
As the warm air came down on us, he leaned in and whispered something into my ear.
“What?” I yelled over the sound of the dryer.
The air turned off, and Victor shrugged.
“Tell me!” I whined.
“I just told you where we’re going tomorrow. But I guess if you didn’t hear me… it’ll just have to be a surprise!” He winked at me, and we walked out of the bathroom.
He led me into his walk-in closet, and took two hangers off one of the racks. They were matching black silk pajamas. On the chest of one was an embroidered pocket that said V2. The other said GM.
“Are these…?” My jaw was gaped open.
“I had them made after your first time over.” We slipped them on, and they were softer than a cloud.
“I want a snack,” he said.
So we walked out to the kitchen, where Victor pulled out some leftover Polish desserts. We greedily scarfed several down, and Victor suggested a nightcap. So he mixed us up something, and we took it to bed.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he said softly.
“Thank you,” I replied, rolling to face him. “You really do make me feel special.”
“Because you are,” he smiled.
“So can you tell me where we’re going tomorrow?” I traced my fingers along his chest.
“Mmm, no,” he giggled.
“Please?” I whined.
“You’ll find out tomorrow. But I promise, you’ll like it.”
“Fine. I trust you,” I sighed.
“That’s good,” breathed Victor. “Smart.”
We sipped the rest of our drinks and cozied up watching a movie. Before long, we were dozing off, so we stripped out of our pajamas, and Victor instructed Sylvia to turn off the lights, which happened instantaneously.
We rolled over so I was spooning him, and we soon fell asleep.
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“Garrett,” Victor’s voice woke me. I hoped my eyes to see him sitting up. “We have to get ready.”
“Hm?” I blinked a few times, and I sat up to see people, dressed in all black, going in and out of the walk-in closet. “What’s going on?” I asked.
“They’re taking bags to the car. Let’s get in the shower, okay?”
Finally fully awake, I said, “I’m naked.”
“It’s fine, Garrett.” He hopped out of bed and walked toward the shower. I even noticed he was semi-hard. So I swallowed hard and crawled out of bed, running past one of the people.
Victor closed the bathroom door behind us.
“They’ll take your bag last,” he said. “So you can pick out what you’re wearing on the plane.”
“The p— the plane?” I thought I’d heard him wrong.
“Yes, my jet leaves in an hour. We’re going on a little excursion. I’ll give you more details once we’ve reached cruising altitude.” He winked and turned the shower on. Before he got in the shower, he walked over to the toilet. “I hope you don’t mind if I pee in front of you.”
“Not at all,” I said, stepping under the water. I peed, more subtly, too, wondering if he’d notice. But it was a morning after a night of drinking, after all.
Victor flushed and joined me under the water, and we quickly washed ourselves. After that, we brushed our teeth. The room was empty when we walked out, and I grabbed my outfit from my bag. Victor then called for someone, who took my bag away.
Once we were both dressed in casual clothes—Victor’s dark jeans looked very expensive, and I assumed his shoes were designer—he asked, “Are you ready? Karoline usually packs a little lunch for the drive and flight.”
“I guess so,” I chuckled. I didn’t really have much choice, although I still probably would’ve chosen Victor.
So we got in the car to drive us to an airport. Victor’s jet was large, but he claimed it was the smaller model compared to his father’s. Walking up the stairs felt so exclusive that I began to question if I even belonged. But Victor held my hand as we walked to two reclining seats near the back of the plane, with a full table in front of them.
He had an attendant on the flight with us, as well as his driver, Malachi. As the flight departed, we were instructed to keep our seatbelts fastened, but before long, we were allowed to walk around. The attendant, Jenny, offered us some drinks, and we happily expected.
I was awestruck for most of the flight, as I’d never even dreamed of seeing the interior of a private jet. Once we reached cruising altitude, I demanded Victor tell me where we were going.
“Fine,” he smiled. “We’re headed down to San Francisco. I have a business meeting on Sunday, and so you’re attending as my assistant.”
“But it’s Saturday,” I said, hardly registering everything he’d said.
“We’ll have some fun today. Business tomorrow.” He smiled and placed a hand on my knee.
“Okay…” I breathed.
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