“You’re leaving?” I ask between moans, still riding Victor’s cock. “This is just getting interesting.”
“Something came up,” Julian replies, already moving toward his bedroom.
“Someone came up, you mean,” I call after him, knowing he’s going to meet Elliot.
Victor’s rough hands tighten on my hips, drawing my attention back to the magnificent man beneath me. His eyes have gone dark, pupils blown wide with lust. Every thrust sends sparks shooting up my spine, his size hitting places inside me that make the room tilt.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I gasp, grinding down harder. The stretch is almost too much, bordering on pain in the most exquisite way.
Victor growls low in his throat, a primal sound that makes my cock throb. “Need you bent over the arm of this chair,” hedemands, voice rough with desire. “Want to watch that ass take every inch of me.”
My body clenches at his words, drawing a groan from both of us. “God, yes,” I breathe, already imagining how deep he’ll go in that position.
His large hands slide up my ribcage, thumbs brushing over my nipples before he grips my shoulders. Victor’s eyes darken with intensity as his hands lock onto my hips. In one fluid motion, he lifts me, his cock still buried deep inside me. The sudden movement makes me gasp as he holds me suspended for a heartbeat, my body completely at his mercy.
The casual display of strength—how easily he manhandles me—sends a fresh wave of arousal through my body.
“Fuck,” I moan as gravity pushes me deeper onto him.
With surprising control, he pivots and then slowly—deliberately—pulls out, leaving me feeling empty and aching for him. Before I can protest, his hands maneuver me roughly toward the armchair. He bends me over the arm, the expensive leather cool against my overheated skin.
“Like this,” he growls, positioning my hips exactly where he wants them. His large palm presses against my lower back, pushing me down until my chest meets the seat cushion.
I arch my back, presenting myself to him in silent invitation. The vulnerability sends a thrill through me—being on display like this, completely at his mercy.
I hear movement behind me as Victor lines himself up. Just as I feel the blunt pressure of his cock against my entrance again, the sound of a door opening draws my attention. Julian emerges from his bedroom dressed in dark jeans and a simple but exorbitantly expensive cashmere sweater—as close tocasualas his wardrobe permits.
Through my lust-hazed vision, I watch him cross the room while Victor continues to tease my entrance, not yet pushing back in.
“Going somewhere important?” Jenson asks, Jenson, surfacing briefly—one twin’s thighs around his head, the other’s mouth around his cock.
“Just stepping out,” Julian replies, tucking his phone into his back pocket. He grabs his keys from the crystal dish on the console table, hesitating before adding, “I trust you’ll look after the place while I’m gone.”
I glance over my shoulder, feeling my cheeks burning and knowing my hair must be a wild mess. “Don’t worry about us. We know the rules.”
Julian nods, looking oddly relieved. “Help yourselves to anything you need,” he adds, gesturing toward the bar. “Just stay out of my office.”
Victor grunts an acknowledgment behind me, finally pushing back inside with a thrust that makes me gasp.
“Don’t wait up,” Julian calls over his shoulder, heading for the door.
I can’t help but give a knowing smile as the door closes behind him. Victor’s hands tighten on my hips, reclaiming my attention. He wastes no time, finding a rhythm that makes me cry out. His cock stretches me impossibly wide, hitting depths I didn’t know existed. My knees buckle slightly, and I grip the chair to steady myself.
“Fuck—Victor—I can’t—” My words dissolve into incoherent moans as he establishes a punishing rhythm.
“What’s that? Too much for you?” He leans over my back, his massive chest covering me completely. “I thought this was what you wanted.” His voice drops to a growl against my ear. “Thought you could handle anything.”
I try to respond, but can only manage desperate gasps as he shifts his angle, hitting my prostate in a way that makes my vision blur.
“Look at you taking it,” he continues, one hand sliding around to grasp my neglected cock. “Such a good boy.”
The praise sends a shudder through me, my body clenching around his impressive girth. His hand feels massive wrapped around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.
“I—I’ve never—” I can’t complete the thought. I’ve been with countless men, prided myself on my skill, but nothing has prepared me for this overwhelming fullness.
Victor chuckles darkly. “Never what? Never had someone split you open like this?” He punctuates the question with a particularly brutal thrust that has me seeing stars. “Never been fucked by a real man before?”
His fingers tighten around my cock, thumb sliding over the leaking head. “Look how wet you’re getting for me. Good boy. That’s it.”
