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James drove me just outside of the city in a heavily forested area. The road was winding, and my ears popped from an elevation change as the car climbed higher up. At last, we reached a gate, and it opened for us.
The driveway seemed longer than the drive to it, but at last we approached the home. And home is a massive undersell for what it truly was.
It was massive, angular, and modern. From the front, it looked like a series of interlocking rectangles of various shades of white and grey. And there was a path that lead to something resembling a door.
James helped me out of the car, and he gestured toward the door.
“Thank you, James,” I said with a smile, and he got back into the car and left.
With shaking hands and a racing heart, I stepped toward the door. There was a keypad on the wall to the left, and I input the code, 103166. The front door then opened on its own, so I walked in.
The interior made my jaw drop. The ceilings seemed to be at least thirty feet tall, and it was a very open floor plan. I could see to the farthest wall, and that appeared to be a football field’s length. I took a few steps in, and to my left was a massive kitchen with two stand mixers on a kitchen island larger than my car.
In that moment, Victor’s exorbitant wealth became intimidating. My stomach turned as I wondered, Does he just pity me? Is that what this really is?
Did Victor have a savior complex? Was I just someone for him to treat as a charity until he got bored? I sat down on a strangely oblong stool, and I put my head in my hands.
I’d been flying at light speed along for this crazy ride with Victor, but I feared I was a victim. I had essentially signed my life away. Sure, if I broke it off there would be a nice severance package for four months. That would be plenty of time to find a new job. I could just as easily go back to delivering as a second job, too. I didn’t need a life like this.
But it was nice. The night in the hotel was amazing. The restaurant was perfect. The wine. The jacuzzi. The oral. All of it. And I had so many new clothes, I wouldn’t know what to do with them.
How are they getting to my apartment if I’m not there? I wondered. I decided to ask Victor that when he arrived, among other things. I couldn’t stay if I was just a project for him. Or could I?
With my heart pounding in my throat, I stood up and walked around a bit more. I realized I was in the living room. My own studio apartment could fit inside it about three times. And there was a gorgeous fireplace of sparkling black stone. As I stepped closer, on a plush white rug, the fireplace turned on automatically.
So did a computerized voice, which said loudly, “Welcome home, Victor. Would you like to listen to some music?”
I froze in place; it seemed like the voice was coming from all directions. I’d only seen things like this in movies, but apparently it was real if you had enough money.
“N-no, thank you,” I replied.
I stepped closer to the fireplace, past some Dalmatian-spotted couches. Obviously, I had some Disney movie flashbacks and worried his last name was actually de Vil. While I wanted to explore his mansion more, I got more and more nervous the more I saw. It was so foreign, this life.
He had things I couldn’t even fathom, and he just casually stayed in a penthouse suite for a night on a whim, and I had to fill up my car tires twice a month due to a slow leak. We were so different, it seemed like we’d never be able to understand each other.
But I liked being around him. He was interesting. He made me feel small, but when he talked to me, it was like I was almost as big as him for a moment. He was a suspense novel I couldn’t put down—what was coming next?
Finally, my phone buzzed.
Sorry. Should be home shortly. —V2
In that moment, I felt more relaxed. Even though I wasn’t certain what to do with him, I knew even less what to do without him. But I removed my suit jacket, sat down on the couch, and waited.
Eventually, the door opened. I stood up and turned around, and there he was. My fears melted away, and I felt like a kid again, like my mom just got home.
“It’s good to come home you,” he said softly. I swooned, my knees almost buckling.
“Hi, Victor. Your home is… breathtaking.” I walked back toward the door to him, where he was removing his shoes and undoing his tie.
“Oh, yeah,” he said with such brief nonchalance that I wanted to repeat myself. “It’s nice. But it gets lonely.”
“I’m sure,” I said. My studio got lonely, and I could probably touch three walls at once if I stretched.
“Would you like anything to drink? I have a full bar over there.” He pointed to the area to the left of the living room couch. I hadn’t even noticed the marble bar cart that was next to a literal bar. There were five stools, and Victor began leading me to them.
“Sure, I’ll have whatever you like,” I told him.
“I’m in the mood for a cosmopolitan,” he said, reaching down beneath the bar.
“Actually, where’s a restroom I could use?” I had been so anxious that didn’t realize how badly I had to pee.
“Head down there,” he said pointing to a glass hallway. “It’ll be on your left. You won’t miss it.”
So I ventured down, alone, to the hall. It was like an aquarium, glass on all sides. But the rooms that branched off weren’t glass, so I couldn’t tell which was the bathroom until I passed the door. I walked in and closed the door behind me, and again, my jaw hit the floor.
The bathroom was as elegant as the hotel room had been. There was another jacuzzi in the middle, a humongous rainfall shower with stone walls, and a toilet and bidet lining the walls. I quickly relieved myself in the toilet and washed my hands.
When I exited the bathroom, Victor was walking toward me with a drink.
“Careful. I make them strong,” he said with his trademark smirk.
I took a sip—he didn’t lie. We walked back to the living room, and Victor sat down on a stool by the bar.
“Do you maintain this whole place?” I asked. It seemed like even cleaning it would be a marathon.
“Oh, no, I have a full staff. But I gave them the night off.” He took a sip of the pale pink drink.
I marveled at how large the place was from every angle. That’s when I noticed a pool, through a back window, illuminated with neon LEDs. There was an adjacent hot tub, too. This man really loved to sit in hot water.
“What would you like for dinner?” He asked into his glass as he took another sip.
“Oh, uh… I don’t even know, to be honest. What are the options?”
“Well, my chef, Karoline, lives very close, and I told her I’d pay her double tonight if she cooked for us. Or we can order a pizza. I’m no stranger to a good, greasy pizza.”
How human, I thought.
“I’m fine with pizza, actually,” I said.
“Perfect. I’ll order one. Sylvia?”
I almost asked who he was talking to, but suddenly the robotic voice echoed, “Yes, Victor?”
“Sylvia, please place an order to Morelli’s Pizza for two large pizzas. One pepperoni, and one—“ He turned to me and whispered, “do you mind pineapple?”
I shook my head.
“One Hawaiian. And an order of breadsticks.”
“Got it,” replied the voice. “Your order has been placed. Would you like delivery updates?”
“No, just please make sure the gate opens for the driver. And let me know when they’re at the door.”
I couldn’t believe what was happening, but yet, here it was. He had a robotic assistant that controlled various parts of his home and could connect to internet. I had a Google speaker that had to sit at an angle to work right.
“Sylvia was a gift from one of my father’s friends. But my dad couldn’t stand it, and they installed it here instead.” He finished his cosmo and started chilling a fresh glass to make a new one.
I quickly downed mine and placed the empty glass next to his.
“Do you need me to do anything?”
“No, just relax. Let your hair down.” His eyes flashed up as he said that, and he smirked. So I reached up and took out my hair tie.
We sipped our second cosmos and chatted as we waited for the pizza. It arrived within an hour (and one more drink), and he set the boxes down in the kitchen.
We sat on the strange stools and chowed down.
“I’m glad you like pineapple. Could’ve been a dealbreaker,” he said with his mouth full.
I laughed. I almost asked, What would be the legal ramifications? But I decided against it.
“Here,” he said. He suddenly wielded a wooden pizza paddle, and he placed the two remaining halves of the pizzas on it. “Could you open that little drawer behind you?”
So I turned around and pulled the nearest drawers only to realize it was a pizza oven. It wasn’t terribly hot, as though it was only just lit. I stepped aside as Victor placed the pizza in.
“I hate to let it get cold. But I wanted to give you a tour before it gets too dark outside.”
“Won’t it burn?”
“Oh, no I won’t let that happen,” he said. “Sylvia, set a timer for fifteen minutes. Ping it into whither room I’m in, please.”
“Got it. Timer set.” The voice startled me each time, despite her friendly yet automated tone.
And the tour began. It was much more in-depth than his tour of the office, and we started down the hallway with the bathroom. Each room we passed was unfathomably larger than the one before.
“Down here I have the bathroom, the laundry room, the linen closet, the sauna…”
My head was spinning. This was just one hallway—albeit a long one. And then the hallway emptied into another open-space room like the living room. There was a pool table on one side, a pool table on the other side, and there was even a small bowling lane with pins and everything.
“This is my game room, of sorts,” explained Victor.
“Why do you need two pool tables?” One was green felt, but the other was a vivid blue.
“In case I throw a party. But that would require friends, so I haven’t thrown any parties.” He smiled at me.
“How often do you bowl?” I pointed at the lane.
“Rarely, to be honest. I spend a lot of time at work, and when I’m home, I’m usually just in the hot tub or drinking at the bar.”
I was impressed, of course, but I had more I wanted to know than just what was on the tour. But he walked us down another hall to a series of large rooms.
“This is—well, these are—the master bedroom. They’re all connected. Listen.” He stopped.
“What, Victor?” We were frozen, just outside of a door.
“I know this is all excessive, okay? I understand it’s extravagant and extreme. All the ‘ex-‘ words you can think of. I’m honestly a little embarrassed…” For once, his eyes weren’t glued to mine. Instead, they were fixed on the floor.
“Embarrassed? How do you think I feel? Your living room is bigger than all the homes I’ve lived in combined. My car was used by two owners before me. I have a degree in a field I’ll never get a job in, and I had to deliver food across Champion, Washington, just to make ends meet. You have no reason to be embarrassed.” I felt slighted, almost. How dare this man act like he had anything to be embarrassed about.
“Well, that’s exactly what I mean. It feels like I’m bragging, like I’m flashing my wealth and materialism at you. I must look like a caricature of a rich person.” He grabbed my arm, and we made eye contact. “But this life isn’t all the glamor and fun or the shiny toys.
Not if you don’t have someone to share I. It with…”
“Okay, but why me?” We started to walk back to the game room, where Victor leaned against the blue pool table.
“Why not?”
“Well, if you wanted me, why did you have to give me a job? Doesn’t that complicate things? Like, if you wanted to try to date, couldn’t you have just… asked me?” I wondered if there would still be contracts in place if that were the case.
“Well,” he thought for a moment. “I don’t think my family would approve of our relationship just yet.”
“But… you said they didn’t care that you were gay.”
“And that’s not the problem, Garrett. I’m sorry.” He didn’t explain more, but my brain put the pieces together.
“It’s because I’m… not like you, isn’t it?” I wasn’t wealthy or important.
“I don’t want to excuse them, but the Tanner family has had money for generations, and they get very protective about who they let close to them. Any previous potential relationships were quickly sussed out and squashed by my father’s people—either financially or through intimidation.” He stood up to face me. “And I don’t want that to happen again. I’m 34 years old, and I should be able to do whatever I want with whoever I want.”
I agreed with him on that point, but I wasn’t feeling good about myself. Even if Victor claimed he didn’t believe it, I was beneath him.
“And…” He cleared his throat. “I caught my father with a few secretaries. And he knows that. So—and this is awful, I will willfully admit it—if I’m sleeping with my secretary, then he has no room to talk. So that’s why I hired you first. I’m sorry that it complicates things, but it seems like the only way to make it work for now.”
I believed him in the moment. He seemed genuine enough.
But then, suddenly, came a beeping sound. It was the alarm.
“Did you want more pizza?” He asked me.
“Uh, sure,” I said. So we headed back into the kitchen, and he pulled out a slightly darker pizza. It was perfectly hot but hadn’t burned, so we had a few more pieces.
After dinner, he asked if I wanted to see the pool. I obliged, eagerly, and Victor took me out a sliding glass door that I had perceived as just a window. The pool desk was expansive, lined with hedges and trees. The sky was darker now, a softly deep blue as night crept in to overtake the sunset’s glow.
“Here,” he said. “You should get in the hot tub. I’ll go grab us something to drink.”
“I don’t have a suit,” I said.
“I know. I’ll be right back!”
And he left me. Luckily, I could see his every move—and the fact that he kept looking at me and smiling. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. We were naked together in the jacuzzi the night before. So what was different about this?
So I did it. I took my shirt off first, folding it neatly and placing it on a nearby pool chair. Then I removed my shoes and socks, and then my pants. I stood now in just my briefs, and the chill of the night air crept in. I was eager to get in the hot tub to warm up, and I had one article of clothing remaining.
I looked up and saw he was watching me, shaking a cocktail over his shoulder. He winked at me and nodded, so I slipped my underwear down to the ground. His smile got bigger, and he dramatically shook the cocktail like a silent film star.
The cold hair hit my balls, and I couldn’t stand there any longer. I stepped down into the hot water, and it was heavenly. I watched Victor through the window as he put fresh ice in two glasses and brought them out with the shaker.
“You, sir,” he said as he approached, “are very distracting. Especially when you’re naked.”
I blushed. “Are you kidding? Have you seen yourself?”
My body could never compare to his. I had no visible musculature, my body hair wasn’t well-groomed, and I was awkwardly pale.
“I see myself all the time. You’re special.”
“Victor…” I couldn’t form words. He was being intensely flattering. Was he genuine?
I watched as he stripped down, placing his clothes next to mine. His soft cock looked quite delicious, and I liked the way he shivered from the cold. Before getting in, he stepped over to the nearest wall and hit a button on a metal panel. Suddenly the hot tub was filled with strong jets, stirring up the water.
He sank down into the water, and then he turned around to pour the drinks. He handed me a glass.
“Cheers!” He said, angling the lip of his glass toward mine.
“Cheers,” I said, clinking against his. “What is this?”
“It’s called a Sazerac. It’s got absinthe, rye whiskey… you’ll like it.” He took a sip and leaned back against one of the jets in the hot tub.
So I took a sip. It was very strong, but there was a decent sweetness to it, and I took another sip.
“That’s good,” I said with a smile.
“Authentic absinthe, too! It’s very hard to come by, but my father has some French connections.”
“Isn’t that a movie? The French Connection?”
He chuckled. “I guess it is. Have you ever been to Paris?”
“No,” I laughed. “I’ve been to Paris, Texas, and I saw the little Eiffel Tower in Vegas once.”
“Do you have a passport?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I do.” I didn’t tell him that I’d never used it except for one time when I was buying beer and forgot my ID at home.
“Hm,” he nodded before taking another sip.
We enjoyed our cocktails quietly for a few more minutes, and I really liked how strong the jets were on my back. We were facing each other, a few feet of water separating us like the English Channel. This Victor was wonderful to be around, truly. He was friendly and kind, he made jokes, and he seemed to care what I had to say.
“Tell me, Garrett. What’s your story? How was coming out for you?”
I swallowed hard.
“Well, it was one of those things where I knew before I wanted to admit it. And once puberty hit, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I came out in high school, to both of my parents, and I cried. My mom cried. But my dad didn’t say much. And he didn’t say much at all after that. Mom and I are still close, but Dad died in 2014.” I didn’t talk much about him, but I did miss him. The way he treated me before he knew what I was.
“Does she live around here? Your mom?”
“Yeah, she volunteers at the hospital when she’s not working as a teacher. I love her, but our relationship is pretty phone-heavy. I try to see her a few times a month at least, but I like time to myself, too.”
“I understand that sentiment. But being alone often leads to being lonely…”
I felt for him. Despite how different our lives seemed to be, both of our paths had narrowed to one lane, and now, maybe, our paths were crossing.
Suddenly I felt his foot against mine under the water.
“Garrett,” he said, “I don’t want to be lonely anymore. I know it’s silly, complaining about being lonely in the house I had built for me… but I am. And yet, with you, I don’t feel so lonely anymore. That’s why I like having you close, even at work. You make me feel alive, and not like a robot.”
“I’m glad. Everyone deserves to feel good,” I said to both of us. If being with Victor made me feel good, what did I have to worry about?
So I leaned back and closed my eyes, letting Victor do whatever he wanted with his foot, and letting the hot water relax the tension away.
The cool air felt nice on my face, and the cold drink slid down my throat easily. If this was luxury, I wanted it forever.
I must have fallen asleep, because suddenly Victor’s voice came as a whisper directly into my ear.
“Are you tired?” He asked gently. “We can go inside. I hope you planned to stay the night.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I think I was more hungover this morning than I thought. This has all been really exciting for me, and I guess I kinda crashed.”
“I’m sorry,“ he said. “That’s on me. It definitely takes a bit of time to adjust to everything.” He sat back down, right next to me.
“Booze doesn’t help,” I teased, reaching for my drink.
“Here, how about we finish our drinks out here, and then we can head to the bedroom a bit early tonight. The cars will be here tomorrow morning at 9:15.”
“I don’t mean to end the night early,” I replied, feeling embarrassed. I knew I could rally and have some more fun.
“Who said it’s ending? I just said we’d go to the bedroom.” I turned to look at him, and he was smirking at me.
“Ah.” I took a drink. “I see.” A grin crept across my face. And my dick twitched to life.
He topped off our drinks with what was left in the shaker, and we downed those. He got out of the hot tub first, reaching for some towels he had in a towel warmer—which I didn’t even notice until he opened it.
But I did notice that he had a semi. So I stood up, revealing my erection. He clocked it before I could wrap my towel around me.
“Would you like a shower before we settle in? I haven’t shown you the master bath yet.”
“Is it not the one down the hall that I used before?”
“Oh, no,” he said, gathering the drink glasses. “That’s one of the guest bathrooms. I’ll take you to mine.”
So I followed him indoors, wiping our feet on a mat by the door, and he led me down through both hallways to where the master bedroom was. We went into the leftmost door, and to our left was another door. I didn’t even look at the rest of the bedroom yet, as it seemed even larger, somehow, than the living room and game room.
The bathroom was glorious. There was a shiny black stone, like the fireplace, that lined every surface. I almost didn’t even notice the shower as the shower head was a good fifteen feet off the ground, and there was no wall to the shower.
“Is the whole bathroom the shower?”
“Technically. There’s a drain in the center of the room.” He hung his towel on a metal rack, so I did the same. My boner had gone away, but his was growing, making my mouth water.
“Is this… marble?”
“Obsidian. Not the most practical, but I like how it looks. It’s even worse in the fireplace, but my cleaner doesn’t seem to mind sweeping up razor-sharp crumbles of rock.” He laughed, but I didn’t.
He walked to the farthest wall and hit some buttons on a panel. Immediately, the water came crashing down like a rainforest waterfall.
He held out his arms. “Join me.”
So I walked up to him, watching the water rush toward the drain. I imagined how difficult this room would be to clean. But that wasn’t for me to worry about at that moment in time. A gorgeous, naked man was waiting for me.
The water was perfectly warm after the hot tub. I leaned back and let the water run through my hair, which Victor seemed to like. His hands were instantly all over me, his groin shoving into mine.
Beneath the cascade of water, he kissed me. This was, perhaps, the softest kiss he’d given me yet. It was sensual and tender, and it spoke volumes. So I leaned into the kiss, feeling down his back to his ass, which I have a hearty squeeze.
My erection returned, shoved against him and facing the floor. When he back up an inch, it swung up and crashed into his. His kissing got more intense when he felt it, and so did mine. Within a few minutes, I was fully aroused, eager to continue.
He reached with one hand and hit a button. Suddenly, there were more jets of water, horizontally spraying across the shower area. It was all orchestrated just right so that the toilet was never struck by the shower water. It was a marvel of engineering that I believed had cost a large sum of money.
We kept kissing, grinding our cocks against each other, squeezing and feeling every inch of each other’s bodies. My body wanted his in whatever way he wanted to give it.
“Let’s move to the bed,” I suggested.
“My thoughts exactly,” he smirked. The water quickly turned off, and he pushed another button. Without warning, a heavy gust of warm air came from above, like a hand dryer in a public restroom.
“What the fuck?” I asked incredulously.
“I saw ‘family dryers’ at a water park once, years ago, so when I had the house built, I requested something similar.”
But I realized I was almost completely dry. It was a huge time saver.
“Anyway,” he said. “Let me show you the bedroom.”
He grabbed be by the boner and led me into the massive room.
There were two leather couches, another walk-in closet, and a humongous television all between us and the massive bed. It was covered in silk sheets and satin blankets, and Victor led me straight to it.
I sat down on the edge, still hard, and I smiled at him.
“This is gorgeous,” I said. “I’d never want to leave bed if mine was this nice.”
“And I think you’re gorgeous, Garrett. I like beautiful things.” He walked between my knees, standing taller than I was seated.
“Victor, you’re incredibly handsome, too,” I replied.
“I know, but this is about you. Speaking of… I’d like to take this relationship to the next step in bed. But I know some men have very specific… preferences. It’s important to discuss these before we continue.”
“What, like, top or bottom?” It wasn’t nearly as eloquent as how Victor had phrased it, but I was tired of beating around the bush.
“Yes.” He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. My eyes got big. “So which is it?”
I froze, and Victor sensed my hesitation.
“There’s no wrong answer. For instance, I prefer to bottom, but I do enjoy topping occasionally.”
That surprised me quite a bit. For someone who pulled strings in every aspect of his life, I was shocked to hear he was willing to relinquish control in bed. And the way he fucked my throat the night before was very top-like. This was just another layer to Victor Tanner, Jr., that I found even more compelling.
“I like both. I genuinely don’t have a preference, and it just depends on… who I’m sleeping with,” I explained.
“Perfect. I like it on my back.” And he handed me the lube and crawled up onto the bed behind me.
“Wait. You want me to just… fuck you?” I turned to look at him, and he had his legs up like a frog.
“Don’t you want to?” He winked at me.
“Of course I do… Do we need a condom?”
“I have them if you’re more comfortable. I get tested monthly—my father insists on monthly checkups that cover everything—so I have no qualms.”
“Say no more,” I whispered, climbing up between his legs. Hisbhard cock looked so delicious that I couldn’t help but take it in my mouth.
“Mmm, Garrett,” he breathed, his fingers taking their place among my locks of hair.
Encouraged by his whimpers and moans, I kept sucking him. But with my hands, I was squirting some lube on my fingers, and then I slid a finger, slowly, into his hole.
“Ooh!” He hissed. But as soon as I was in, I hooked my finger in derecho of his prostate. When I found it, he cooed, “mmm, wow.”
I sucked and fingered him like that for another minute or so, until he stopped me.
“Please, Garrett. I want you to fuck me now.” He spoke in his boss-like, commanding voice. So I got up on my knees between him.
He lifted his legs even higher, exposing his hole. It was as hairless as the rest of his ass, but it looked pink and tight. I hadn’t been inside anyone in a very long time, so I was eagerly slathering lube all over my dick as he stared in my eyes.
That’s probably why he likes it on his back… I realized.
I lined the head of my cock up with his hole, and he licked his lips.
I grabbed his hips, firm with muscle, and pushed my hips forward. The head of my cock pushed in, and I heard Victor gasp.
“Hold it there for a moment,” he said, his eyebrow furrowing as he adjusted to me.
“Just breathe,” I said reassuringly. “I won’t move until you’re ready.”
After a moment, still deeply into my eyes, he said, “okay, go ahead. Slowly.”
So I pushed forward a bit more, listening to his breaths to guide my pace, and before long, my cock was completely buried in a rich man’s ass. He smiled at me, sliding his hands up to my face. My hair fell down on either side of his face, and he turned to smell it.
“You feel so good,” I told him. He was incredibly tight, and he was very hot inside.
“You feel good,” he said. “I’m ready.”
And so I began, pulling my hips back. His soft walls hugged my cock as I slid back, and then I plunged back in to the hilt. I got into a rhythm, slow at first. In, then out. Then in, then out again. His tightness, on top of the intense eye contact, was turning me on even more.
I also liked the vulnerability on his face. The relinquishing of control, surrendering f his body to mine. He was even more handsome and desirable when I was inside him; I hoped to do this often.
“Kiss me,” he said, pulling my face down to his. So I moved my hands up his body and lowered my torso, continuing to thrust my hips.
As we kissed, my whole body tingled. There was something about the intensity of the intimacy that was sending my pleasure to a maximum. I was worried I would blow my load early, but I didn’t want to stop. He was cradling my face so gently as I slid my cock deep inside him.
I hated the term ‘making love,’ but this was more than just sex. This was so much deeper, emotionally, physically, subconsciously, and I couldn’t get enough.
I sped up my thrusts a bit, and I noticed one of Victor’s hands drifting down to his stomach, and I felt the hand sliding back and forth as he found his cock. I pulled away from the kiss to look in his eyes as he pleasured himself, continuing my thrusting.
“Ohh,” Victor groaned with fluttering eyes. “Ohh!”
I liked making him moan. He was always so articulate, so eloquent, so calculated. But when he was in the throes of passion, there were sounds escaping his mouth that I’d never heard before. He was giving in to the pleasure, allowing his body to take over.
So I did the same, my balls slapping on his ass with each pounding thrust. But I was getting close, and I knew it.
“I think I’m close,” I whispered.
“That’s good. I’ll get close, too. But I want you to kiss me until you cum, okay? So I can watch you.”
“Okay, I said,” and I lowered my face back to his, kissing him passionately, underscored by the sound of slapping skin and heavy breaths.
In, out, in, out. Victor’s tight ass squeezed me entire length, and I was soon just seconds away, so I pulled my face off, and Victor’s eyes snapped open.
“Can I cum in you?” I managed to ask.
“Please,” he breathed.
“Ohh!” I was cumming. Hard. I could see stars, clouding my vision and blurring the image of Victor beneath me.
I realized he was jerking himself to completion as I filled him with my loaf, and before long, his eyes almost squeezed shut, and I felt something hot hit my stomach.
“Ahhh-hhh,” he was yelling as he came. And for as much as he liked to watch my face, his was just as intoxicating. The way his eyelids fluttered, the way the corners of his mouth turned up as if he were smiling, the heavy, breathy sighs.
We both came down from the high, and I slid out of him before lying down on my side next to him. I looked at the white trail of semen he’d sprayed onto us. There was just a small amount on me, so I wiped it up with my fingers and licked them off as he watched with a wide grin.
“That was hot,” I said, sighing.
“Very. Perhaps we can do it again before work tomorrow.” He smiled.
He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a small towel, which he used to wipe the cum off of himself.
“You keep cumrags in your nightstand?” I teased him.
“Absolutely. It’s a game-changer.” And he fell back on his back before rolling over into my chest.
He out a movie on the TV, and we cuddled until we fell asleep. His bed was even more comfortable than the hotel, and I enjoyed the way his body felt in my arms. And when we rolled over in the middle of the night, I felt his strength as he held me. It was a very lovely night.