Chapter 7 Theo
THEO
Ican’t help staring at him as he lowers me back to my feet, my legs still trembling. Victor has something about him. Out of all the men I’ve had, and I’ve had many, none quite turn me on like Victor. There’s a rawness to him that makes my heart pound and my cock stir even when I’m completely spent.
Maybe it’s the size difference. The way his hands span almost my entire waist. The pure strength in his arms when he lifted me like I weighed nothing, fucking up into me with that beautiful cock. Every touch from him makes me feel deliciously small yet incredibly powerful.
Maybe it’s the way he genuinely couldn’t help but come in my ass when I called him Daddy.
That primal growl that tore from his throat.
The flash of something wild and possessive in his eyes right before he lost control.
It’s intoxicating, having that kind of power over a man who pretends to be so controlled, so straight.
One word from my lips and he fucking shatters.
God, this man. Victor’s dick is still half-mast and so fucking beautiful, despite having just pumped a second load into my ass.
Thick and veined, glistening with lube and cum.
Most men would be completely soft by now, but not Victor.
His body seems as hungry for mine as his mind is reluctant to admit it.
Cum trickles down my inner thigh as I lean against the wall to steady myself. I reach down, running my fingers through the mess he’s made of me, then bring them to my lips. His eyes track the movement, pupils dilating again as I lick his taste from my fingers.
“Fuck, wildfire, you’re so goddamn gorgeous,” Victor breathes, his eyes fixed on my mouth.
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.
Victor’s eyes darken instantly, pupils expanding until there’s barely any iris left. The hunger in his gaze makes my own cock throb painfully.
I climb over him, straddling his powerful thighs.
Leaning forward, I align our cocks together, the size difference making something hot coil in my stomach.
It is substantially thicker and longer, but the contrast just makes this hotter.
I wrap my hand around both of us as best I can, though my fingers can’t close around our combined girth.
When I start thrusting, sliding my cock against his, the friction is exquisite. Our precum mingles, making everything slick. Victor’s rough hands grip my hips, guiding my movements.
“Fuck,” Victor growls, his voice dropping an octave. “You look so fucking pretty with your dick against mine. So fucking perfect next to me.”
I whimper at his words, increasing my pace. “You like that, Daddy?”
His grip on my hips tightens to the point of bruising. “Yeah, fucking love it. Keep going.”
I roll my hips faster, grinding our cocks together. Victor’s hands guide my movements, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave marks. Watching our cocks slide together has me leaking even more precum between us.
“Look at you,” Victor growls, his voice guttural and raw. “Fucking yourself against my cock like you can’t get enough.”
“I can’t,” I gasp, arching my back. “Your cock is so gorgeous, Daddy.”
“Yeah? You like feeling how much bigger I am than you?”
I whimper, nodding frantically. “Fuck yes. So much bigger. So much better.”
Victor’s hips buck up against mine, his thick shaft throbbing alongside my own. “That’s right, wildfire. No one else makes you feel this good, do they?”
“No one,” I pant, feeling the pressure building in my core. “Only you, Daddy.”
Our combined wetness makes the glide smoother, the filthy sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room. Victor’s breathing grows ragged.
“Gonna come all over that pretty little cock of yours,” he warns, his muscles tensing beneath me.
“Yes, please,” I beg, grinding harder. “Want to feel you come on me.”
Victor’s entire body tightens as he explodes between us, hot ropes of cum coating my cock and stomach. The sight of him losing control pushes me over the edge, and I follow immediately, adding to the mess between our bodies.
We’re both breathing hard, staring at the sticky mixture pooled on Victor’s defined abs.
I collapse against Victor’s chest, both of us breathing heavily. Our mixed cum is cooling on our skin, a sticky reminder of what we’ve just done. Victor strokes my back, surprisingly gentle for someone so large.
“We should shower,” he murmurs against my hair.
I nod, not trusting my voice yet. My legs feel like jelly as I crawl off him.
The bathroom is all marble and glass, the shower large enough to fit four people comfortably. Victor turns on the water, adjusting the temperature before pulling me in with him. The hot spray feels incredible on my overworked muscles.
“Let me,” he says, grabbing the body wash. His huge hands lather my skin, working down my back to my ass. He pays special attention there, kneading the muscles.
“Fuck, wildfire,” he growls, dropping to his knees behind me. “You’ve got the best ass I’ve ever seen.”
Before I can respond, his tongue is there, circling my used entrance. I gasp, hands flying up to brace against the wet tile. Despite everything we’ve done tonight, the sensation of Victor eating my ass in the shower sends electric pulses through my spent body.
“Daddy,” I whimper, pressing back against his face.
He growls against my skin, the vibration making me shudder. His large hands spread me open wider as his tongue pushes deeper inside me.
“Can’t get enough of you,” he mumbles between licks. “Taste so fucking good.”
I feel his cock hardening against my calf as he continues his assault on my hole. The knowledge that he’s getting turned on again makes me dizzy with desire.
Without warning, he rises behind me, his cock nudging at my entrance. “One more time,” he whispers roughly in my ear. “Want to fill this ass again.”
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.