Before I can respond with something clever, he closes the distance between us and captures my lips. This kiss is different—less desperate, more deliberate. One hand cradles the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as his tongue explores my mouth. He tastes like whiskey and desire, and I find myself melting into him.
When we break apart, I’m momentarily disoriented. This tenderness wasn’t what I expected from him. I recover quickly, grabbing his wrist.
“Follow me,” I command, voice low but leaving no room for argument.
His eyebrows lift slightly, but he doesn’t resist as I lead him down the hallway. Julian’s penthouse has several guest rooms—I pick the one furthest from his office, pushing the door open and pulling Victor inside.
The room is minimalist luxury—all white linens and chrome accents. I point toward the en-suite bathroom.
“Go wash your cock,” I tell him. “Thoroughly.”
He hesitates, confusion flickering across his face. “Why?”
“Because I said so,” I reply simply. “And because you’ll want it clean for what comes next.”
Understanding dawns in his eyes, and he disappears into the bathroom. I hear water running as I arrange myself on the bed, propping up against the headboard.
When Victor returns, his cock is clean but still impressively half-hard. He stands at the foot of the bed, powerful and imposing even in his uncertainty.
“Lie back on the bed,” I instruct.
He eyes me suspiciously, like he’s not used to relinquishing control. For a moment, I think he might refuse, but then he slowly positions himself on the bed, his large frame making the king-size mattress seem smaller.
I crawl between his legs, maintaining eye contact as I lower my head. Without warning, I take him into my mouth, watching his suspicion transform into pleasure as his eyes roll back and a groan escapes his lips.
I take him deeper, relaxing my throat to accommodate his size. Victor’s cock swells against my tongue with every bob of my head. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him from semi-hard to fully erect again. His stamina is impressive—this will be his third time tonight, and his body’s responding like it’s the first.
“Jesus fuck,” Victor gasps, his hand finding my hair.
I pull off with a wet pop, licking my lips. “You taste so good, Daddy.”
His cock twitches at the word, precum beading at the tip. I smirk, knowing exactly what buttons to push now. I trail my tongue from the base to the head, swirling around the crown before swallowing him down again. His thighs tense on either side of my head.
When he’s fully hard, throbbing against the roof of my mouth, I pull off again. Instead of returning to his cock, I push his thighs further apart and move lower, tracing my tongue down his balls and toward his ass.
Victor tenses immediately, half-rising on his elbows. “What the fuck are you doing?”
I pause, looking up his body. His face is a mixture of alarm and arousal, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Relax,” I murmur, my breath ghosting over his sensitive skin. “Just enjoy it. You’ll love this, I promise.”
He looks uncertain, but settles back slightly. “I’ve never...”
“I know,” I interrupt gently. “That’s what makes it fun.”
I return to my task, circling his entrance with the tip of my tongue. His whole body is rigid with tension, but I continue the gentle pressure until I feel him relax. When my tongue finally breaches him, just barely, the sound he makes is unlike anything I’ve heard—half surprise, half pleasure.
“Fuck, Theo,” he groans, his cock jumping against his stomach.
I hum against his skin, encouraging him. His thighs gradually relax on either side of my head as I work my tongue deeper, showing him a pleasure he’s clearly never experienced before.
I lose myself in the moment, enjoying the power of making Victor squirm beneath my tongue. His thighs tremble as I push deeper, circling and probing. The sounds escaping his throat—half-growls, half-whimpers—tell me everything I need to know. Each time my tongue flicks just right, his cock twitches against his stomach, precum pooling on his abs.
“Jesus—fuck—” Victor gasps, his hand fisting in my hair. His hips rise slightly to meet my mouth, his body betraying how much he’s enjoying this despite his initial hesitation.
I can feel him getting close—the tension in his thighs, the way his breathing becomes ragged, the pulsing of his cock. Before he tips over the edge, I lift my head, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“I want to feel that beautiful, thick cock against mine,” I say, voice husky with desire.
