I can only nod frantically, pushing back as he slides into me. Despite how thoroughly he’s fucked me tonight, the stretch of his cock still makes me gasp. When he bottoms out, the head presses directly against my prostate, and I see stars.
“Oh fuck, right there,” I moan, my cock stiffening.
Victor sets a punishing pace, holding me against the shower wall as he pounds into me. Every thrust lights up the spot inside me, and I’m already teetering on the edge.
“Come for me, wildfire,” Victor commands, his hand reaching around to stroke my cock.
I explode almost instantly, my release painting the shower wall as Victor continues to hit my prostate with devastating accuracy.
Victor hammers into me, unrelenting, the shower water cascading over us both as he pins me against the tile.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. So goddamn good,” he growls, his voice echoing off the marble. “This tight little ass belongs to me now, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he hits that devastating spot. “Yes, Daddy, it’s yours.”
His rhythm intensifies, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Say it again. Tell me whose cock this ass was made for.”
“Yours,” I moan, my forehead pressed against the cool tile. “Only yours, Daddy. Fuck, your cock feels so good inside me.”
“That’s right,” Victor snarls. “Going to fill this pretty hole up. Mark you from the inside.” His breathing grows ragged, his body tensing behind me. “Want every fucking drop of my cum, wildfire?”
“Please,” I beg, pushing back against him. “Fill me up, Daddy. Want to feel you come inside me.”
With a primal growl, Victor slams into me one final time, his cock pulsing as he empties himself. I can feel each hot spurt coating my insides, marking me as claimed.
When his breathing steadies, he slowly withdraws, leaving me empty and aching. Before I can turn around, his large hands spread my cheeks apart.
“Push it out,” he commands, voice rough with lust. “Show me what a mess I’ve made of you.”
Heat floods my face at the filthy request, but I obey, bearing down until I feel his cum trickling from my hole. Instead of disgust, Victor makes a sound of pure appreciation.
Then I feel it—the hot, wet slide of his tongue collecting his own release as it leaks from my body. The obscene pleasure of it makes my cock twitch back to life.
“Fuck, Victor,” I whimper as his tongue probes deeper, gathering every drop he left inside me.
When he finally stands, turning me to face him, I’m painfully hard again. But as much as I want him—and god, do I want him—I know my limits.
“If we go again, I won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” I admit with a breathless laugh. “Even I have my limits.”
Victor smirks, looking thoroughly pleased with himself as he shuts off the shower. We dry off hastily before collapsing onto the bed, my body curling naturally against his frame as exhaustion claims us both.
8
VICTOR
Ijolt awake with a start, momentarily disoriented. The room is still dark, just a hint of dawn creeping through unfamiliar curtains. Julian’s guest room. Everything hits me at once—where I am, what I’ve done, who I’m with.
Theo’s warm body is pressed against mine, his breathing deep and even. One of his legs is thrown over mine, his head nestled against my chest. I’m suddenly aware of my cock, painfully hard in my boxer briefs.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Images from last night flash before my eyes in vivid, pornographic detail. Theo on his knees. Theo bent over the arm of the chair. Theo in the shower, pushing my cum out of his ass while I licked it up. My cock throbs at the memory, betraying me even as shame crashes over me like ice water.
What did I do?
I’m not gay. I’ve never been with a man before. Never wanted to be. But the evidence of last night is written all over my body—the scratches on my back, the hickeys on my chest, the scent of sex and Theo still clinging to my skin.
Carefully, I start to shift away from him, lifting his arm from my chest and slowly sliding out from under his leg. He stirsslightly, mumbling something unintelligible before settling back into sleep. I freeze, holding my breath until I’m sure he won’t wake.
