Victor set his glass aside. Then he took Simon’s from him and set it on the table before he leaned in close.
He didn’t kiss him immediately, despite now wanting to ravish the guy from his balls to his eyeballs.
Instead he drew it out, his lips hovering over Simon’s, waiting until the man’s gorgeous green gaze focused fully on him and he knew he didn’t just have Simon’s body’s attention, but his mind’s as well.
“Like this?” He closed the gap, angling his lips over Simon’s but lightly tracing them with the tip of his tongue. Sweet tea lingered, warm breath, and a soft, sexy moan that hardened Victor’s cock and successfully coaxed his balls out of hiding.
Without looking, he traced Simon’s right arm with his fingers, down to his hands, lacing their fingers together and gently holding Simon’s hand against the couch without pinning him there.
He wanted Simon to want to stay, not be forced to.
When Simon’s fingers tightened around Victor’s, holding him there, a silent plea not to move, Victor repeated it with Simon’s left arm.
Slowly, he turned and straddled Simon’s lap, increasing the force and depth of their kiss. Simon’s lips parted for him, his tongue flicking out to meet Victor’s, call and answer.
Victor closed his eyes and slowly made love to the man’s lips, a light tease, a deep thrust. Echoing and previewing everything he wanted to do to this man as soon as he knew he had Simon’s trust. Tonight or another night, it didn’t matter.
For right that moment, all Victor wanted to do was drive every other thought out of Simon’s head except for the fact that Victor wanted to rip him apart at the seams with the force of the pleasure he could give him and then put him back together again.
So he could repeat the cycle.
Endlessly.
Victor ignored his screaming cock and instead pretended Simon’s body ended at his neck. It was only after he felt Simon’s arms relaxing even as his fingers gripped Victor’s more tightly that he knew this man could be his if he wanted to make him his.
Simon lifted his head, pressing his lips against Victor’s and sucking, trying to take charge even as he let Victor keep control of his hands. Victor decided to go with it, wanting to see what he had on his mind.
A long, slow sensual swipe of Simon’s tongue along Victor’s, and then he broke their kiss, once again letting Victor take control.
Victor needed a minute to catch his breath. With his forehead resting against Simon’s, he nuzzled noses with him. “You stop me if I go too far, okay?”
“Don’t stop. Please?”
Victor needed to hear more than that from him. “What’s on the table tonight? What’s off-limits?”
“Do you have condoms?”
“Yeah.”
“Lube?”
“Yeah.”
“Will you please make love to me? I’m not trying to sound like a girl, but I can’t remember the last time I actually felt an emotional connection to someone like this. I want to play and do all that, but…not tonight. Before we get too far into whatever this is, I want to be able to know I can feel again. Because the rest of it will be moot if I can’t feel. I don’t want to be lonely with someone. I’ve been there, done that.”
Victor opened his eyes and stared down into Simon’s, his heart breaking for him.
Yeah, he knew that feeling all too damn well himself.
So he released Simon’s hands and wrapped his arms around him, one hand fisting Simon’s hair to hold his head in place, and the other shoving down into the back of Simon’s waistband, under his briefs, to rest a finger in the top of the crack of his ass.
And he pressed his body tightly against Simon’s as he kissed him again.
Simon’s arms encircled him, desperately holding on, Victor now able to feel Simon’s cock straining against the front of his shorts and rubbing against Victor’s own screaming demon.
Tonight, however, he’d make sure he showed this man that whatever this was springing to life between them was something Victor wanted to nurture and nourish and carefully tend.
And fuck, the man could kiss like heaven.
He started a slow, sexy grind against Simon’s lap. Finally, Simon took the hint and his hands dropped to Victor’s ass, squeezing him through his shorts.
“That’s it, baby,” he mumbled against Simon’s lips without breaking their kiss. “Two-way street.”
Emboldened, Simon slid down the couch a little, a slightly better angle, and now he was grinding against Victor, his hands sliding down into Victor’s back pockets.
He nibbled on Simon’s lower lip, sucking, teasing. “How long do we have until you need to go home?”
“As late as you want me.”
“Can I get two out of you tonight?”
“Probably.”
“Mmm. Nice.” Victor slanted his lips over Simon’s for another long, sucking kiss. “Then I’m going to take my sweet time sucking the first one out of you, enjoy working up to the second, and that one I’m going to fuck out of you so I can last longer while I do it.”
* * * *
Simon was afraid he might come just from how hot-damn sexy Victor’s voice sounded.
Then the man’s scorching lips nibbled along his jawline, up to his right ear. “I’m going to make you beg me to come, baby, because it’s going to feel so good.” His teeth grazed Simon’s earlobe. “I’m going to love you tonight like you’ve never been loved.”
He couldn’t move from the way Victor had him pinned in place.
He didn’t want to, either.
Then Victor released him and rose, feet on the floor, and he grabbed the hem of Simon’s shirt. That he pulled off, dropping it onto the floor before he leaned in and licked Simon’s left nipple, teasing it, nibbling with his teeth.
This was soooo different than with Greg. He didn’t want to make the comparisons, but it was. Even in the hottest and craziest days of their early time together, it hadn’t felt this organic and right. It had always seemed like…like a performance.
Victor worked his way down Simon’s abs with his lips scorching a trail behind him. When he tried to help Victor unfasten his shorts, Victor smiled and playfully swatted his hands away.
“Don’t need your help, baby. Just lie back and enjoy it.”
Even that word—baby.
Playful, sweet.
Loving.
Don’t fall for the guy the first time he fucks you!
How pathetic would that be?
Then again, maybe it’d prove he wasn’t broken beyond all repair like he’d worried.
Still, Victor took his time, easing the waistband of Simon’s briefs down just low enough he could see the top of his bush, his lips slowly exploring the whole time.
Simon knew he already had a wet spot in his briefs. But Victor’s lips traveled down, over fabric, tracing the outline of his cock. Simon reached out and stroked Victor’s hair, soft and silky and just long enough to get his fingers around.
“Mm-hmm, sugar. Just like that.”
Hell, they still had most of their clothes on and Simon felt like he was going to explode.
When was the last time he’d felt like this?
Uh, fucking never.
Finally, Victor sat up and met Simon’s gaze, holding him pinned there and unable to look away as Victor slowly worked Simon’s shorts and briefs down his thighs.
“You close?”
Simon nodded.
Victor smiled. “Wait here.” He got up, returning a moment later with something in his hand. “Fair warning. Long-term, I do insist on a shaved bush and balls. Tonight it doesn’t matter.”
He knelt between Simon’s legs again, where he skillfully and quickly wrapped something around the base of Simon’s cock and balls, making him gasp at contact that was gone far too quickly.
“And it makes it easier to use these,” Victor added.
Simon looked. The cock ring was made of some sort of stretchy silicone, and it both went around the
base of his balls and encircled his cock, but its unusual shape at the bottom seemed to press into his taint as well in a completely erotic way.
Victor leaned in and slowly licked his way around Simon’s balls, nudging his thighs wider apart for better access. “Give me a little more, baby. Scoot forward.”
He did, and Victor hooked his hands around the backs of Simon’s thighs. “That’s what I’m talking about.” Simon closed his eyes, his fingers buried in Victor’s hair again.
Hell, his eyes rolled back in his head at the feel of warm breath and a soft, wet tongue slowly exploring down there.
He didn’t know how long Victor stayed right in that section of territory, but it felt like forever and Simon didn’t want it to end.
Victor rose up a little and his tongue flicked out, catching a drop of pre-cum pearling at the slit before his lips lightly worked at the head.
Heaven…
Before long, he found his hips rocking against Victor’s mouth, as if automatically programmed to do that. It felt like the world had disappeared and it was just the two of them, and Victor’s sinfully hot mouth.
“Please don’t stop!” Simon hoped that came out loud enough for Victor to hear, because he wasn’t sure he had the strength or available brain cells to repeat it.
“Oh, baby,” Victor rumbled against his balls. “I’m not gonna stop, believe me. I’m just getting started.”
Chapter Nine
Victor stood and pulled Simon to his feet. The man wrapped his fingers around Simon’s throbbing cock.
“How you feeling?”
“Horny!”
“I bet. Let’s go to the bedroom where we can get really comfortable.”
Victor literally led Simon down the hall by his rigid cock. The cock ring felt comfortably snug, erotically so. The nub that pressed into his taint was both keeping him horny as well as contributing to the insane pressure that felt like it was swelling in his balls.
In the bedroom, Victor made Simon stretch out on his bed, head on the pillows while Victor smiled down at him from where he knelt between Simon’s legs.
“Settle in, baby. I’m going to make you do some major begging for me.” He grinned. “Mostly because I like hearing you beg.”
When Victor engulfed Simon’s cock with his mouth, Simon gasped, the cock ring both annoying and desperately needed to keep him from exploding with the pleasure of that sensation. Hot and wet and sexy, sucking and licking, tracing every vein and line, treating him like he was the most important thing in the world.
Nothing Simon had ever felt with Greg.
Down to his balls, taking them into his mouth and even humming and driving Simon nearly insane with how good it felt. He’d never known a blowjob could feel that damn good.
And while he’d always been praised for his oral skills, Simon realized he was being schooled by a Master.
Literally.
Simon’s hips rocked, his cock aching, but Victor was in no hurry to make him come. He didn’t even realize he was begging out loud until Victor chuckled, the feel of it rumbling through Simon’s cock.
“That’s good. Real good. Just like that. Keep begging me nice and sweet and maybe you’ll convince me to let you come.”
He tried to reach down and fist his own cock when Victor had once again moved to his balls. Victor’s hand shot up, caught his, and gently placed it on the bed.
“Hands on my head, or behind your head, or on the bed. This cock belongs to me tonight, and I’m going to play with it the way I want to.”
Simon gasped, nearly insane with desire at that point. No doubt if it hadn’t been for the cock ring, he would have exploded.
Victor seemed to sense that and sat up, smiling. “Someone needs to bust a nut, don’t they?”
He realized Victor still had his damn shorts on. He’d lost the shirt when climbing into bed, but—
I love him.
That thought came out of nowhere and wouldn’t go away once it’d settled deep into Simon’s brain.
Victor eased the cock ring off him and put it on the bedside table. Then he lowered himself again, his lips just above the tip, his breath warm across his slit.
“Let me hear you come, baby.” He swallowed Simon deep, to the balls, one hand cradling Simon’s sac.
“Victor—yes!”
No shit, the hardest climax of his life. He let out a moan, his back arching and his hands holding on to Victor’s head, fistfuls of hair as he fucked the man’s mouth. Such a sweet, aching release, the likes of which he wasn’t sure he was actually going to survive.
And it seemed to last forever, longer than any he could remember feeling before.
Once he finally finished, Victor didn’t release his cock. Instead of sucking, he held it in his mouth, gently, staring up at him with a sexy gleam in his eye. Simon stroked his hair.
“Holy shit, that was…fuck, that was good.”
Victor finally released his cock and climbed up the bed to pull him into his arms. Even snuggling with him felt right.
“If you think that was good, just wait until I plow that sweet ass of yours, baby.”
* * * *
If Victor could have sat there all night making Simon make those noises?
Yeeeaaah. Sooo sexy.
He’d admit it. It wasn’t just a pleasure thing for him, it was an ego thing. He liked knowing he could make someone feel that good.
He could use sex in the context of a scene for control, drive someone so insane with desire that they’d say or do nearly anything just to nut. But he loved sex-sex too, knowing he rolled his guy’s eyes back in his head.
He was going to ask Simon what he wanted to do next, but then Simon rolled on top of him and made the question unnecessary. Simon started going south, anxious hands already working at Victor’s shorts, when Victor tapped him on the head.
“If you want to wrap me for this, I understand.”
“You swallowed.”
“That was my choice. I’d never force you to do that if you wanted to wait.”
“Yeeeaaah, too late for that. For fucking, yeah, until we’re sure. But if I can’t trust you for a blowjob, I’m already screwed in the bad way anyway.”
Victor was going to ask him to clarify that when Simon took away his powers of speech.
Holy…shit!
The boy could suck! And Victor had been very careful not to call him boy, having already heard Simon tell that story as to why. Maybe one day, if Simon chose, but for now Victor was fine calling him baby.
He wanted to make Simon his in all ways. Wanted to love the pain out of his heart, the memories of what Greg did to him, the residual fear that still clung to his soul.
All of it—gone.
Victor wanted nothing but the good left behind for him. Even if Simon turned out to be a light bottom in terms of playing, Victor already knew he’d be okay with that.
Because…this. The connection. That intangible, delicious bond that felt like they were already wrapped tightly around each other. Like trying to get away wouldn’t just rub their skin raw, but their hearts and souls as well.
Victor hated saying good-bye to him, hated having to end phone calls. He knew part of that was endorphins and dopamine and all those other tricky fucks of brain chemicals conspiring to take his sanity. New relationship energy—NRE—hell, it even had a name in their lifestyle it was such a common phenomenon.
He didn’t care.
Despite knowing all that, it still felt right.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, stroking Simon’s head. “You have a hot mouth on you. And I’m the lucky bastard who gets you allll to myself from now on.”
Simon moaned, going deeper still, and Victor knew he’d struck mental gold.
He grabbed Simon’s head and took over, firmly, but not completely plundering his mouth.
“I’m not sharing you with anyone, don’t worry. I’m thinking about all the fun ways I can tie you up and make you beg to come for me. Maybe send you to work with a b
utt plug so you remember who that ass belongs to now, hmm?”
A louder, more desperate moan that time, and the sucking increased. Victor gritted his teeth, trying to hold on longer. “Yeah, you’re going to be getting a butt plug from me. Send you to work full of a load of my cum, a nice, big plug in there to hold it all in—”
Victor wasn’t sure if it was that sexy mental image or the even louder, longer moan vibrating his cock in Simon’s throat that did it, but he tripped over the edge and fell hard. Simon sucked every drop of cum from his balls, to the point Victor finally chuckled and tapped him on the head.
“Okay, done. Let me rest a minute.”
But when Simon climbed back into his arms, Victor realized Simon was hard and ready to go.
“Oh, look at that.” Victor wrapped his fingers around Simon’s cock. “Someone liked that fantasy, hmm?”
Simon rested his forehead against Victor’s. “Yeah.”
“Well, next time you come tonight, it’s going to be with my cock buried in your ass, so you’d better get comfy.” He reached up and palmed his cheek. “Look at me.”
Simon’s eyes focused on his.
“Was that okay? The fantasies?”
Simon leaned in and kissed him, hard. “More than okay.”
“Something like that didn’t bother you?”
“No. It was you and me.” Simon closed his eyes, and Victor was almost regretting he’d mentioned it, except he knew this had to come out one way or another.
“What he did was made me feel like I wasn’t even part of the process. I was another object, another hole. It was never about what I was feeling or wanted. It was about what he felt watching others with me, or doing things to me, or me doing things to them and how that made him feel.”
Simon’s eyes opened again. “I hope that made sense because I still feel like my brain’s scrambled from that orgasm.”
Victor smiled. “You made perfect sense, baby.”
And now Victor had a compass course to guide him, true steering to keep him out of the shallows and away from the emotional reefs that could wreck this before it even got out of the harbor.