“Just think about it,” I murmur, taking a deliberate bite of my breakfast. “The four of us, connected. You’d be giving and taking at the same time.” I reach across the table and brush my fingers against his wrist. “Doesn’t that sound like something worth experiencing?”
Victor shrugs, picking up his fork and stabbing at his eggs. “Who knows if Elliot and Julian would even be into that?”
“Julian definitely would,” I say confidently, setting my own fork down. “As long as no one touches Elliot. Especially since they got engaged at Elliot’s gallery opening.”
Victor’s eyebrow rises. “And you know this how?”
“Julian and I have had many conversations over the years,” I reply with a wink.
Victor shakes his head, but I can see his mind working through the possibilities.
“What I’m not sure about,” I continue, leaning forward, “is how possessive Elliot is of Julian. But I can definitely find out.” I pull my phone from my pocket. “One text to Julian asking if he wants to grab drinks tonight, and I bet I’ll have an answer for you by tomorrow morning.”
Victor shifts in his chair, his hand dropping below the table to adjust himself in his pants. He can’t hide the slight groan that escapes his lips as he does.
I watch the movement with hungry eyes, abandoning any pretense of interest in my breakfast. In one fluid motion, I push my chair back and drop to my knees beside him, sliding between his legs and the table.
Victor’s eyes darken as he looks down at me, his hand still at his crotch.
“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice dropping an octave.
I place my hands on his thighs, feeling the powerful muscles beneath the fabric of his sweatpants. My fingers trace upward until they reach his hand, still cupping his growing erection.
“I’ve decided I want something else for breakfast,” I tell him, gently moving his hand away and replacing it with my own. I can feel him hardening further under my touch. “Why don’t you feed me what I really want?”
I pull Victor’s sweatpants down, freeing his cock. It springs up, already fully hard, the thick vein on the underside pulsingwith his heartbeat. I wrap my hand around the base, feeling the heat radiating from him.
“Look at you,” I murmur, my breath ghosting over the swollen head. “So eager for your boy’s mouth.”
Victor’s hand finds my hair, fingers tangling in the strands as he guides my head forward. “Open,” he commands, voice rough with need.
I part my lips, and he immediately pushes inside, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat. My eyes water at the sudden fullness, but I don’t pull away. Instead, I relax my throat and take him deeper.
“Fuck, Theo,” Victor groans, his grip tightening in my hair. “Your mouth was made for this.”
He starts thrusting, shallow at first, then deeper as I adjust to his size. His movements grow more forceful, hips jerking forward as he fucks my throat. I gag slightly, tears streaming down my cheeks, but the sounds only drive him wilder.
“That’s it,” he pants, watching my face with dark, hungry eyes. “Take it all.”
I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard as he pulls back, then relaxing as he pushes in again. The rhythm builds, his thrusts becoming erratic as he nears the edge.
“Gonna come down your throat,” he warns, both hands now holding my head in place. “Don’t swallow. Not yet.”
I moan around him, the vibration pushing him over. With a guttural sound, Victor rams himself deep and holds there as he pulses, flooding my mouth with hot, bitter salt.
When he finally pulls out, I keep my lips closed, holding his release on my tongue. I crawl up his body until I’m straddling his lap, then kiss him. As our mouths meet, I part his lips with my tongue and let his cum flow between us.
Victor makes a surprised noise but doesn’t pull away. Instead, his tongue slides against mine, sharing his own essence.We pass it back and forth, the sticky fluid binding us together in the filthiest way.
When we finally break apart, strings of white connect our lips. Victor’s eyes have gone completely dark as he leans forward to lick a drop from the corner of my mouth.
“You’re so fucking filthy,” he whispers, voice reverent. “My beautiful little slut.”
“Always a slut for you, Daddy,” I whisper against his lips, still tasting the salt of him on my tongue. “No one else sees this side of me anymore.”
Victor’s hands slide down my back, gripping my ass. “Better not,” he growls, possessiveness darkening his eyes.
I shift in his lap, feeling his cock already stirring again beneath me. His recovery time never fails to impress me.
