And then, before I can process what’s happening, Theo leans forward and presses his lips against mine.
I freeze. Kissing seems more intimate than everything we’ve done so far. More real. My brain short-circuits at the contact—the soft press of his mouth, the faint tickle of his breath against my skin.
But then his tongue traces the seam of my lips, and everything I’ve been holding back breaks loose. I groan into his mouth, deepening the kiss with a hunger that surprises me. My tongue slides against his as I press him harder into the wall, one hand moving up to tangle in his hair.
The kiss is nothing like I expected—not soft or yielding but demanding and fierce, an exact reflection of the man in my arms.
I break the kiss and glance down between us. Theo’s cock is leaking steadily against his stomach, the head flushed dark and glistening with pre-cum. The sight of him—so hard, so desperate—sends another surge of heat through my veins.
“Fuck, look at you,” I growl, adjusting my grip on his thighs. “Already dripping for me.”
His dick twitches in response, another bead of pre-cum sliding down his length. I position myself at his entrance, feeling the slick heat of my own cum still inside him. When I push back in, the angle is completely different—deeper, and more intimate with his face right in front of mine.
“Oh god,” Theo gasps as I bottom out.
I start to move, using my strength to lift his entire body up and down my cock. Each time I lower him, his cock rubs between our bellies, leaving wet smears across my skin.
“So fucking obscene,” I pant. “Taking my cock so well.”
The angle lets me see everything—his face contorted in pleasure, his leaking cock bouncing between us. Nothing I’ve ever seen comes close to this, this beautiful man impaled on my cock, helpless to do anything but take what I give him.
I adjust my stance, planting my feet wider for leverage, and start fucking up into him. His back thumps rhythmically against the wall, his hands scrabbling for purchase on my shoulders.
“So deep,” he whimpers, his cock jerking between us, leaving more sticky trails across my stomach. “God, Daddy, you’re so big like this.”
Daddy on his lips rips another growl from my throat. I grip his ass harder, spreading his cheeks wider so I can drive even deeper. His thighs tremble around my waist, his cock continuing to weep.
“That’s right,” I snarl against his ear, my voice barely recognizable. “Daddy’s going to fuck the cum out of you. I want you to paint me in it.”
Theo’s head falls back against the wall, a wicked grin spreading across his flushed face. Not a hint of uncertainty in his expression—just pure, confident desire. Even pinned against the wall, impaled on my cock, he somehow maintains that maddening self-assurance that first drew me to him.
“Is that what you want?” His voice is rough but steady. He locks eyes with me, pupils blown wide with lust. “I’ll paint you in cum all damn night if you want, Victor. Again and again until you’re fucking drenched in it.”
His cockiness sends another surge of heat through me. I adjust my grip, spreading his ass wider as I drive upward, hitting that spot inside him that makes his cock jerk between us.
“Prove it,” I challenge, grinding deep circles inside him.
Theo’s back arches off the wall, his fingers digging into my shoulders as I hammer into him. I can feel him tensing, his thighs trembling around my waist as his breathing becomes more erratic.
“Fuck—Daddy—” he gasps, his cock pulsing between us.
The first jet of cum hits my chest with surprising force, followed by another that reaches my collarbone. Theo’s entire body seizes around me, his hole clenching rhythmically as he paints my torso in thick white stripes. The sight of him—head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream, cock jerking untouched between us—is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
7
THEO
Ican’t help staring at him as he lowers me back to my feet, my legs still trembling. Victor has something about him. Out of all the men I’ve had, and I’ve had many, none quite turn me on like Victor. There’s a rawness to him that makes my heart pound and my cock stir even when I’m completely spent.
Maybe it’s the size difference. The way his hands span almost my entire waist. The pure strength in his arms when he lifted me like I weighed nothing, fucking up into me with that beautiful cock. Every touch from him makes me feel deliciously small yet incredibly powerful.
Maybe it’s the way he genuinely couldn’t help but come in my ass when I called himDaddy. That primal growl that tore from his throat. The flash of something wild and possessive in his eyes right before he lost control. It’s intoxicating, having that kind of power over a man who pretends to be so controlled, so straight. One word from my lips and he fucking shatters.
God, this man. Victor’s dick is still half-mast and so fucking beautiful, despite having just pumped a second load into my ass. Thick and veined, glistening with lube and cum. Most menwould be completely soft by now, but not Victor. His body seems as hungry for mine as his mind is reluctant to admit it.
Cum trickles down my inner thigh as I lean against the wall to steady myself. I reach down, running my fingers through the mess he’s made of me, then bring them to my lips. His eyes track the movement, pupils dilating again as I lick his taste from my fingers.
“Fuck, wildfire, you’re so goddamn gorgeous,” Victor breathes, his eyes fixed on my mouth.
