The dual sensations of Victor’s cock inside me and the knowledge that we’ve broken down his final wall of resistance push me dangerously close to the edge.
I glance over at the others—Cruz still slamming into Micah who is bent over the weight bench, Jonah’s hand spanning Remy’s hip—and feel a wicked impulse rise. The whole gym is moving with us, and I want to give them something to remember.
“Why don’t we really give them a show?” I suggest, my voice rough with desire. “Let me show them how well I can suck my own cock while you’re fucking me.”
The gym falls silent except for heavy breathing. Cruz freezes mid-thrust, his tattooed body suddenly still above Micah.
“Seriously? That I’ve got to see,” Cruz says, his voice thick with desire.
Jonah pauses, his hand still gripping Remy’s hip. “Is that physically possible?”
Victor leans down, his lips brushing my ear as he growls, “That’s for me only.” His fingers dig into my hips possessively. “But if you want to show off, fine. This is the only time that particular skill gets displayed, or all the men here will want to steal you away.”
I turn my head to meet his eyes, finding both heat and vulnerability there.
“No one can ever take me from you,” I whisper, meaning every word. “No one.”
Something shifts in Victor’s expression—a tension releasing—and he nods once, repositioning me on my back in the center of the ring. He grabs a towel from the stack at the corner of the mat without breaking eye contact with me.
Victor’s eyes never leave mine as he slides the rolled towel beneath the small of my back, elevating my hips. The position change makes his cock press deeper inside me, and I gasp at the sensation.
“Ready to show them what you can do, wildfire?” Victor’s voice is a mixture of pride and possessiveness.
Around us, the tempo changes. Cruz slows his powerful thrusts into Micah, both men turning to watch. Jonah and Remy pause their frantic movements, their bodies glistening with sweat as they adjust to get a better view.
I take a deep breath, feeling Victor’s strength supporting me as I hook my legs back, pulling my knees toward my shoulders. The position opens me completely to him while bringing my cock tantalizingly close to my face. With practiced flexibility, I extend my neck and take the head of my own cock between my lips.
“Holy fuck,” Cruz growls.
Victor starts moving again, each slow, deliberate thrust pushing me deeper into my own mouth. The dual sensation is overwhelming—Victor filling me completely while I taste myself, my senses overloaded with pleasure from both ends.
“Goddamn, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Jonah says, his rhythm with Remy slowing to a sensual grind.
The size difference between us has always been a point of fascination, but seeing it reflected in their hungry expressions heightens everything.
Victor grips my thighs, pushing them further, displaying me to everyone as he drives deeper and forcing my cock further into my mouth. “Show them, baby. Show them how fucking perfect you are.”
I moan around my own cock, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through me as Victor’s pace increases, each thrust precise and devastating.
The gym fills with a chorus of groans as Victor’s pace intensifies, my body bent in ways that showcase my flexibility. The slick sounds of my mouth working my own cock mix with the wet slap of Victor’s thrusts.
“Make him come like that,” Cruz calls out, his voice thick with desire. His body glistens with sweat as he maintains his grip on Micah. “Fucking hell, make him shoot in his own mouth.”
Victor responds by adjusting his angle, deliberately hitting my prostate with more force. The dual assault—his cock stretching me open while I taste my own precum—has me trembling on the edge.
“You heard them,” Victor growls, his fingers digging into my thighs. “Let them see how you swallow every drop for Daddy.”
Jonah’s voice joins the chorus. “That’s it, boss. Show us how he takes it both ways.”
My moan vibrates around my cock as Victor reaches beneath me, his large hand cupping my balls, tugging them gently as he continues his relentless pace.
The combination of Victor’s cock hitting my most sensitive spot, my mouth working my own length, and the hungry eyes of four men watching our display pushes me toward an inevitable climax.
“Give it to him harder,” Remy urges, his voice breathless as Jonah continues grinding into him. “Make him fill his own mouth.”
Victor’s rhythm becomes punishing, each thrust pushing me deeper into my own mouth. “You ready to show them, baby? Show them how you swallow for me?”
I can only moan in response, completely surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure building from both ends of my body. Victor feels impossibly large inside me, claiming me entirely as the pressure builds to an unbearable peak.
