I’m reduced to whimpers, my usual teasing and flirty composure shattered beyond recognition. My thighs tremble with the effort to stay upright as he fucks me.
“You’re gonna come just like this,” he commands, his strokes growing firmer on my cock. “Gonna come while I’m buried so deep inside you, you’ll feel me for days.”
“I want to—” I gasp as Victor finds that same devastating spot, my thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm. “Want to come on those gorgeous abs of yours. Smear it all over you.”
Victor’s pace doesn’t falter; if anything, his thrusts intensify. “Don’t worry about that, wildfire,” he growls.
Wildfire.The word lands somewhere I wasn’t expecting. His voice is a rumble that vibrates through his chest and into mine. “I intend to fuck a few loads out of this pretty cock before the night’s through.”
His hand tightens around my shaft, thumb brushing over the sensitive head with each stroke. The dual sensation of being filled so completely and the perfect pressure of his calloused palm makes my toes curl.
“Plenty of time to experiment,” he continues, breath hot against my neck. “Right now, I just want to feel you come apart for me.”
I moan, unable to form coherent words as he slams even deeper, hips snapping with a strength that makes the chair beneath us creak in protest. Every muscle goes rigid as the pressure builds to an unbearable crescendo.
“That’s it,” Victor encourages. “Let go for me.”
He shifts his angle slightly, and that’s all it takes. The head of his cock drags perfectly against my prostate, and I’m lost. With a hoarse cry, my orgasm tears through me. My cock pulses violently in Victor’s grip, shooting thick ropes of cum across the leather chair and his fingers. The intensity makes my vision blur, each spurt accompanied by uncontrollable clenches around the thick intrusion stretching me open.
Victor groans in response. “Fuck,” he hisses through gritted teeth, maintaining his brutal pace. “So fucking tight when you come.”
My body still pulses with aftershocks, cock twitching in Victor’s grip, when I manage to catch my breath enough to speak.
“Come inside me,” I beg. “Want to feel you fill me up. Breed me. Please.”
Victor’s rhythm falters for just a moment before he regains control, leaning down until his lips brush my ear.
“Not yet, wildfire.” His voice is husky, commanding in a way that makes me shiver despite my recent release. “Not until I’ve wrung a few more orgasms from this pretty body.”
I groan, equal parts protest and anticipation. My cock should be spent, my body sated, but somehow I’m already feeling the first stirrings of renewed arousal.
“You can’t be serious,” I manage, gasping as he shifts angle again, hitting that perfect spot even in my oversensitized state. “I just came. I can’t?—”
“You can and you will,” Victor interrupts, hand sliding beneath me to tease my softening cock back to life with expert touches. “I’m not done with you yet. Not even close.”
The promise in his words sends an unexpected thrill through me. I turn my head, trying to catch a glimpse of his face, finding his expression fierce with concentration and need.
“Who would have thought,” I breathe, wincing as his thumb circles the sensitive head of my cock, “that the man who swore he wasn’t gay would be so fucking insatiable for my ass?”
Victor’s laugh is dark and dangerous as he thrusts deeper, making me see stars. “I’m not gay,” he growls, fingers tightening around my shaft. “Maybe I just want to fuckyouuntil neither of us can walk straight.”
6
VICTOR
Ilose myself in the tight heat of his body, every nerve ending alive with sensation. Theo’s smaller frame beneath me is a revelation—so different from the women I’ve been with. His narrow waist fits perfectly in my grip, my hands nearly spanning his entire midsection. The contrast of our bodies—my bulk covering his lithe form—sends a primal surge through me that I never expected to feel with another man.
“Fuck,” I growl, watching where our bodies connect.
His ass looks obscene, stretching around me, the rim taut and flushed pink. I’ve never seen anything so erotic—the way he takes all of me despite the obvious size difference. His body shouldn’t be able to accommodate me, yet he does, greedily swallowing every inch I give him.
I drag my cock almost completely out just to watch his hole cling to me, refusing to let go, before pushing back in with deliberate slowness. I’m hypnotized by it. Each thrust reveals more of this unexpected beauty—the elegant curve of his spine, the subtle definition of muscle under smooth skin.
“So fucking tight,” I mutter, eyes fixed on where we’re joined.
His shoulders bunch as he braces against the arm of the chair, his delicate shoulder blades shifting beneath hisskin. Everything about him is delicate, refined—the complete opposite of my roughness. I trace the notches of his spine with my fingertips, marveling at how responsive he is to my touch.
When I spread my hands across his lower back, my thumbs nearly meet at his spine while my fingers wrap around his sides. This visual evidence of how much smaller he is only intensifies my arousal. I’m unable to look away as my cock disappears into his body over and over, stretching him impossibly wide.
