Inappropriate – Part 4: In the Penthouse Suite with the Boss

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The hot water was, indeed, relaxing as I sat down next to Victor. The jets were on full blast, so neither of us could see beneath the water.

“Mmm,” I groaned, allowing my body to relax.

“It’s nice, isn’t it? I’ve considered getting a jacuzzi installed in my office, but I’d probably never get anything done.” We both laughed. Outside of work, Victor was pretty funny. And charming. And handsome, and generous, and sweet. For the most part.

I was struggling to separate my attraction to him from his generosity. But it was hard to separate. He seemed to be the kind of guy to make his person feel special. And now, it seemed I was his person. This was all moving so fast, and I felt like I had no time to catch up.

“Now, tomorrow…” Victor said, his voice barely carrying over the sound of the jets. “We’ll have separate cars. And obviously, please don’t mention our night together to anyone. Your new clothes came from your new paycheck. I’ll speak with HR about potential salary, too, while I’m thinking about it. And don’t worry, any salary would more than cover what you’d be making with overtime.”

He had this way of sprinkling favors in with other important details. It was giving me whiplash, but I couldn’t latch on to any of his points fast enough. Is that intentional? I wondered.

“Okay,” was all I managed to reply.

But then, under the water, I felt Victor’s hand on my bare thigh.

“You know, I never properly thanked you for this morning. I have to say…” He squeezed my knee. “You’re very talented with your mouth.”

As if it wasn’t already, my face got really hot.

“In fact,” he continued, “I actually got a bit insecure about my own skills… and that’s part of why I didn’t reciprocate. But I promise you I’ll work on it. Perhaps you can give me lessons.”

I was hard. I was rock hard in the jacuzzi imagining Victor swallowing my load.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I replied. And I felt that way, truly. I didn’t expect head every time.

“Ah, but you haven’t seen your face when you cum. I want to make that happen often.” And then his hand slid from my knee to my dick, grabbing hold.

So I reached under his arm toward his groin, and he was hard, too. And then we started slowly stroking one another beneath the water. It was heavenly, truly, having the jets on my back and a hand on my dick. The hot water was perfectly relaxing, and Victor’s cock felt nice in my hand.

“Don’t move,” he said suddenly. And then I felt him climb up onto my lap, facing me. He wasn’t heavy at all, especially in the water, and he had his knees on the jacuzzi bench on either side of me. That’s when I realized our dicks were touching.

He wrapped his arms around my neck and shoulders, and he leaned in to kiss me. As our tongues danced back and forth, I felt him reach up and remove my hair tie. My cascade of hair fell down around my shoulders, and his fingers immediately started gliding through. He grabbed a fistful and gave it a gentle tug, shoving his tongue deeper into my mouth.

Our hard cocks were dueling, pushing against each other. Victor’s hips were grinding into me, and his kisses were hungry and aggressive. I ran my hands up and down his back, enjoying his weight on me. His mouth tasted like wine, and I was sure mine was the same.

As though he read my mind, he pulled away.

“Do you want a drink?” He asked.

“Uh, sure,” I said.

“Let me page someone,” he said. Then he reached next to the jacuzzi for a small back object that looked like a remote control.

He pushed a button, and a voice came from it like a walkie-talkie. “Yes, Mr. Tanner?”

My eyes widened, and Victor continued, “Yes, could you please send up two bottles of sauvignon blanc?”

“Of course, Mr. Tanner.”

He set the remote down and turned his attention back to me.

“What is that?” I asked, still staring at the remote.

“Oh, just a great feature of these rooms. It’s direct communication with the front desk. We’ll have wine in about… two minutes?”

“Jesus,” I breathed.

And, just as he predicted, the elevator beeped, indicating someone was arriving. And I panicked.

We were both naked, and Victor was seated in my lap. There was no denying what we were doing. But Victor didn’t seem to care. To him, these employees weren’t a threat to his privacy. If anything, they were tools he used to maintain it.

In walked a hotel employee with a white apron around his waist. He had a bottle of wine in each hand, and he brought two crystal glasses.

“Set them right here,” Victor said, barely looking at him. He didn’t even care that we were in a compromising position.

The employee brought the bottles and glasses over and set them, on a tray, next to the jacuzzi.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Of course.” And he immediately turned to leave.

“Wait,” Victor called. “See my jacket, there?” He pointed at the small closet by the elevator, where Victor had hung up his jacket from dinner. The employee pointed at it. “Yes,” replied Victor. “Reach into the left breast pocket, and you’ll find your tip.”

And then we both watched as the man slid his hand inside the jacket, and he pulled out some cash. His eyes got very wide, and all he could say was, “thank you, sir. Thank you, sir.”

And he left.

Still sitting in my lap, Victor reached for the wine and corkscrew, opening both of them. He skipped the glasses entirely, and he handed me a full bottle. I didn’t recognize the label, but it said 1944 on it, so I realized it was 80-year-old wine. And I was drinking straight from the bottle like I’d bought it from the drugstore on my way home from work.

As he chugged a few big gulps of wine, his free hand dipped back under the water and grabbed our dicks together. I was soft now, but he was as hard as ever, and that woke my dick back up. His hand was barely big enough to grip both dicks once they were both hard, so I reached down and helped him, and we stroked our cocks together.

He set his bottle back on the tray and his lips quickly found my neck. My hair was getting wet, but he kept running his fingers through it, all while we stroked together.

“Mmm, Victor,” I breathed. “That feels nice.”

He pulled away before kissing my lips again, and this time, I got more aggressive. I led the kiss, diving my tongue into his mouth, feeling every curve of those perfect teeth.

But again, he pulled away.

“Sit up on the edge,” he instructed me.

So, with hesitation, I climbed up and sat on the edge of the jacuzzi with my shins still in the water. Victor looked up into my eyes and grabbed my hard cock.

“I want you to look at me,” he whispered. And that’s what I did. If he wanted eye contact as he blew me, I’d give him eye contact. He’d already given me so much.

And then I watched as his tongue slithered around my cockhead as he took me in his mouth. I shuddered in pleasure. Somehow his mouth seemed even warmer and wetter than the jacuzzi.

Pretty quickly, I wondered what he was insecure about. He was good. He liked to flick his tongue under my head, and I took note of that—maybe something he liked done to him. But I was quickly distracted by him grabbing my balls, which he gently massaged.

And yet, his eyes, piercing and verdant, stared deeply into mine as he bobbed his head back and forth. He took my length easily, and he seemed to be getting into it, his eyes fluttering opened and closed. I savored the fact that this incredibly wealthy man, who had more power than I could ever dream, was greedily sucking my cock. When I had first met him, this was just a fantasy. And now, it was a reality.

“Oh, shit,” I whispered. “You’re so good.”

I could see the smile in his eyes. He liked my feedback. So I kept going.

“Your mouth is so soft, Victor. You suck dick like a pro. Ohh, mmm.” I was, obviously, playing it up a bit, but the moans were authentic. His eyes were still locked in mine; he was eager to watch my O-face.

He kept squeezing my scrotum, fiddling with my balls. He even took a finger and massage under them, just above my hole. I wondered if he was wanting to explore that as well. I couldn’t imagine saying no to him at this point.

I swallowed down a mouthful of wine, and I set it down next to Victor’s bottle. Then I turned my attention back to the mouth on my cock, and the green eyes attached to it.

“Just like that,” I encouraged him as he slobbered all over my cockhead. The direct stimulation felt good. Very good.

My upper body was starting to get chilly, while the rest of me was quite warm. I was eager to get back in the jacuzzi, but I was even more eager to blow my load. And I was getting closer and closer.

“Mm, Victor, you’re gonna make me cum,” I warned him. I wasn’t sure if he was the swallowing type. But I decided to let him do what he wanted, as long as I wasn’t nutting on some flowers.

His eyes widened, and he sucked even harder, squeezing my balls even harder. And it was all so good that I was suddenly at the edge.

“Oh, fuck!” I grunted, and then I was cumming. My hot load sprayed into his closed mouth, but his eyes stayed wide open, studying my face as waves of pleasure overtook my entire body. “Mmm,” I groaned.

Then Victor reached up to milk my cock out onto his tongue, still looking at me, and I could see my entire load in his mouth. But then be surprised me and stood up to face me, and his mouth was on mine.

I quickly realized he was passing my load over to me, and then he sat back down. I swallowed my own load, and I dipped into the water with him.

“Fuck, Victor, that was incredible,” I told him honestly. “You made it sound like you weren’t good at it. But I’d say you’re quite good.”

He just smiled. “Sometimes it’s important to undersell yourself,” he said with a wink. “Helps manage expectations.”

That definitely gave me a chuckle, and we took a minute to drink some more wine. I was almost drunk at that point, and the hot water was doing me no favors. I definitely wanted to get Victor off again, but I was tipsy and overheating.

Fortunately, he said, “I think we should move this elsewhere.”

“Yes, please,” I said. “Maybe 102° is too hot for me.”

He giggled, and it was adorable. We both climbed out of the jacuzzi, and there were towels nearby. I wrapped mine around my waist and started to put my hair back up.

“No, don’t,” he said, grabbing my wrist gently. “Leave it down. Please. I like it.”

“Oh,” I said, blushing again. “Okay.”

I worried about dripping all over the floor, but Victor, towel loosely around his waist and still semi-hard beneath, walked to the bedroom where the walk-in closet was. So I grabbed our wines in both hands and followed him. In there was a California king bed, and I watched as Victor dropped his towel to the floor and lay down on the bed. I set the wine on one bedside table, and I looked over at him.

His cock sprang back to life, and he slowly stroked himself, still staring into my eyes.

He really likes eye contact… I thought. I wonder if he stares at everyone, or just the ones he wants to fuck.

“Get over here,” he said with a soft smile.

So I dropped my towel and climbed across the ocean of a bed to him, between his legs. And like before, I wanted to make him feel good. He really earned it this time.

Immediately, his hands were in my hair, before I even licked the head of his dick. But I got to work, my head supported by Victor’s small hands. He started moaning right away, and I realized how much he had been holding back in his office. I had no clue how much just yet.

“Ohh, yeah,” he huffed, practically massaging my scalp. “You’re such a good little cocksucker.”

While it was borderline demeaning, I liked hearing him say that. As my boss, it was important t for me to do a good job at whatever he wanted from me. And now he wanted head.

I deepthroated him, and he must have really liked it, because the hands on my head suddenly held me in place, and Victor began to thrust his hips up, sliding his cock even deeper down my throat. He fucked my face like that for a moment, until I had to tap out to catch my breath.

But I got back to it, and he seemed to really enjoy fucking my throat, because he was getting very verbal, groaning and swearing as his hips pushed his cock deeper down.

“Fuck, yeah!” He grunted. “You better take this fucking cock, you dirty cocksucker! Take my fucking cock!”

And without warning, he was blasting his load down to my stomach. My eyes watered as he held me in place, and I felt like I was going to pass out. But I held on, and eventually, his cock slid back far enough for me to gasp for breath. I felt his hands let go of my hair, and I pulled away, panting.

Victor was still looking in my eyes, an exhausted smile on his face.

“Now, there are two bedrooms. I’ll let you decide where you’d like to sleep tonight.”

Is he testing me? I wondered. And what would be the ‘right’ answer.

“I mean, I’d like to sleep wherever you sleep,” I said. Was it the best idea? Maybe not. But I hadn’t slept in the same bed with someone else in a very long time, and the idea of closeness was like a drug relapse, and I just wanted a hit.

He smiled. “I’m sleeping in here,” he said. And he climbed under the covers, saving plenty of room for me.

So I crawled next to him, and he put something on the enormous television.

“I hope you don’t mind cuddling,” he said. “I think being an only child made me crave intimacy of any sort.”

“That’s fine by me,” I said to him. And to my surprise, he rolled over and lay his head on my chest. My hair, wet at the ends, rested just inches from him, and I started to put it up. But again, he stopped me.

“I’m sorry. You can do what you want, I suppose, but I quite like how you look with it down.”

“Well, thank you,” I replied. I didn’t feel attractive, with my hair up or down. But he seemed to like it. “Do you want me to wear it down at work, too?”

“I’ll leave that up to you.” His hot breath on my chest was relaxing, and so I slid a hand up to play with his hair.

“Ooh,” he shuddered.

And then, as though I’d injected him with a sedative, he fell right asleep. Both of us had finished, maybe, half of our bottles. Not wanting to waste it, I reached as far as I could without disturbing Victor, and I managed to grab a bottle.

I turned my head off to the side, and I took several big swigs of wine. I was definitely drunk by the time the bottle was empty, but I knew that I didn’t have to worry about driving myself to work.

But how do I get home? Even drunk me was worrying about some details, but the rhythmic heavy breathing of Victor’s slumber was relaxing me enough for my eyes to close. All the lights in the room were still on, but I dared not to move and wake Victor.

Eventually, I was fully asleep.

And when I awoke, I was being spooned by Victor, his hands wrapped tightly around me. I was definitely hungover, and I really had to pee. Unsure if what time it was, I tried to wriggle from Victor’s arms. Only then did I feel the erection pressed against my ass. It felt nice, to be honest. And if we had lube, I could’ve seen myself bottoming right then and there.

But my bladder was full, and I had to get up. I finally got out of his arms and rolled off the bed, stumbling to my feet.

“Mm,” he grumbled from the bed. “Where are you going?” His voice was gravelly with sleep.

“Bathroom,” I said.

“Come back soon,” he whispered, eyes closed again.

So I quickly zipped to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. The bright white lights were jarring, and I caught my naked reflection in the mirror. My hair was wild and untamed, since I usually slept with it up or in a ponytail. The rest of my body was plain, uninteresting, average. But Victor seemed to like it. At least he said he did.

I peed, washed my hands, and walked back to the room and the bed, where Victor was asleep on his stomach, his ass uncovered. I imagined sliding my tongue into it, maybe even my dick. But I held off and climbed back in bed, draping an arm over him.

I assumed he had an alarm, so I let myself fall back asleep.

It wasn’t long before an alarm went off, and our day began.

“Shower with me,” Victor said. “We’ll saye time. The cars arrive in 30 minutes.”

I was still hungover, so I hobbled to the large glass shower where a nude Victor was already washing himself. He handed me some soap, and I cleaned myself as though I were in a locker room shower.

But without me realizing it, Victor had come up behind me, and I felt as he slid his arms around me.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Good morning, Garrett. Thank you for a very nice night. I see you finished your wine.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“I hate to waste it,” I said.

He let go, and we finished showering. There was part of me that wanted to get him off again, but I had a brand new suit to put on. We dried off and got dressed, and we made our way down together. He ushered me to one car, and he got in the other.

On the drive, I got a text from him.

Would you like to come to my house after work tonight?—V2

My heart raced. He invited me over.

I’d love to!

Perfect. He replied. I’ll have a car in the garage ready for you. I’ll give you the code to my front door in case you arrive first.

My eyes got wide. That was unexpected.

——

By the end of the work day, I’d all but forgotten about being wined and dined by Victor, Tanner, Jr., but then I remembered we had something planned at his place, where I’d never been. I wondered what it might look like, if it was near his father.

The phone on my desk rang, and I picked it up. It was Victor from his office.

“The car is waiting for you. My code is 103166. Ten, thirty-one, sixty-six. Text me if you forget. I’ll be home soon, but my dad needs me in the boardroom.”

“Okay, thank you, sir,” I said, hoping not to draw any suspicion.

But I quickly tidied up my desk area and prepared myself to leave. I took the elevator down to the parking garage, and as expected, James was waiting.

“Mr. Middleditch,” he said, nodding as he opened the door.

“Thank you, James.”



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