VICTOR

Looking back at him, I watch him nod behind me to the cuffs which are attached to either end of the bed.

“I want you on your front,” he says.

His hand slips away from my throat as I turn on all fours, showing him my body that’s his for the hour, before his hand returns to my body as he sinks his fingers into the base of my scalp and wraps them around the hair at the back of my head.

He pushes my head further into the mattress as he moves behind me.

Feeling him lean over me, Gideon takes both of my hands in his as he forces them high above my head.

“Don’t ever worry about touching me first, sweetness. This part is all for you. I want to see you come undone for me as I eat your pretty peach.”

Fuck.

My eyes almost roll into the back of my head from that thought alone.

Moaning, I roll my hips against the bed and arch my back, offering him my body.

Sure, being fucked is fun.

A man’s cock sliding in and out of another man’s hole, his hole slick with pre-cum and lube, being stretched out as it’s slowly filled with cum…

But having a man’s mouth on another man’s hole?

That wetness, that warmth…that flick of his tongue, that softness of his lips…that sweet taste of ass on his buds…

That is another type of fun altogether.

“Yes, Gideon. Please.” I manage to say, practically begging him for it, my voice muffled from my face being stuffed against the mattress. “I’ll do anything you want me to, Gideon.”

His deep chuckle fills the silence of the room as he locks my wrists into each of the cuffs on either side of the bed. Like this, I can lift my head to breathe a little easier.

As I breathe in through my nose, my lungs are filled with air, and as I exhale through my mouth, Gideon finally moves his hands lower to touch me.

I feel thick fingers run up and down my naked ass as Gideon takes his sweet time touching me. He takes me into either palm, squeezing my flesh between his hands before he grips me, pulling my cheeks open, leaving my hole bare to his gaze. He continues kneading my flesh until the stretch and the burn of his fingers is suddenly replaced by the softness of his breath.

I wish he paid for one of the mirrored rooms.

That way, I would be able to watch him tease me, touch me, fuck me.

Like this, with my head facing down and my hands tied, I can barely watch him live in action.

He breathes out heavily, and I feel his softness fanning so close against me that I can tell his inhales from his exhales.

When his lips graze against me, I can’t help myself but push backwards.

Gideon immediately stops, pulling away, before digging his fingers into my stomach and his thumbs into my back.

“Have I asked you to move?”

I shake my head against the bed.

“No, Gideon.”

There’s a pause before he speaks.

“So why have you moved, sweetness?”

I take a second as I ask myself that very same question.

The clients don’t usually care. They’re here to pump, cum, and dump. As long as we’re able to help them achieve that, they don’t really care about the other things we do.

Gideon, he’s different–I know he’s different.

Calling me sweetness…touching me so softly…wanting to see me come for him…

Clearing my throat, I mumble out an apology.

“Sorry, Gideon.”

I say, my voice soft and my tone innocent.

He hums appreciatively, removing his fingers from my body, as he palms the curve of my ass once more.

“Good boy.” He praises as he pushes my legs apart, putting all of me on show for him as he lets out a deep groan. “Now, I need you to stay in this very same position until I am finished with you. I want you trembling by the time I have finished eating your pretty peach. Understood?”

I nod against the bed, but he squeezes my flesh between his palms.

“Your words, sweetness.”

He says as I feel him move again.

He lifts his hand to the back of my head as he strokes my hair, still kneading my flesh with his other hand.

“I understand, Gideon.”

When he’s satisfied with my response, he presses a kiss to the back of my head and moves his hand away from my hair. Dragging his hand lower, he palms my stomach as he tells me to push up on my knees. I do as he says, and Gideon inches his fingers closer to my dick before he curls them around my base. With his other hand resting on my ass, I jerk against his touch as he dips one finger inside of my tightness. Gideon pulls away just as quickly as he’s entered me, chuckling with delight, before he tightens his grasp on my dick.

“Hard for me, already?”

He asks me, his voice rough and rich with need.

“That’s right, Gideon.” I say as he begins to fist my dick, moving expertly along my entire length. “I’m hard all for you, Gideon.”

He chuckles behind me, and that sound goes straight to my dick.

Gideon moves again and as his grip on my dick becomes tighter, I feel his hot breath against my ass.

His lips are on my flesh as he sucks me softly, moving closer and closer towards the centre of my ass. Gideon leaves a wet trail of saliva as he continues to move with his lips on me, and when he stops at where he wants to be, he flicks his tongue upwards before pushing it into my hole.

Groaning against me, he continues sucking and licking my skin, tasting me, as the fist around my length doesn’t stop moving. I try to control my breathing as well as one can in this situation in hopes that I don’t come before him.

Dom would have my neck if I came first before my client even had the chance to.

“You taste so fucking sweet. I haven’t tasted a peach as sweet as yours, sweetness.”

Gideon rasps out as he pulls away from my ass, his hand momentarily stopping from moving along my length.

As I lick my lips, I nod my head and offer him my gratitude.

“Thank you, Gideon.”

I breathe out, desperate for his mouth and his hand back on me, or even better, his cock inside of me.

I’m desperate to be fucked, but he doesn’t move.

Gideon doesn’t move for one, two, three seconds.

And when he finally does move, he moves to touch himself.

A groan escapes his throat, and I hear him touch himself. He spits into his palm as he puts his hand on his cock, rubbing the wetness all over, before he begins stroking himself.

Closing my eyes, I try to imagine how he looks as he pleases himself based on the sounds I can hear in the room.

Fuck. If only he booked the mirrored room.

“I could come so hard all over your sweet peach, just by looking at you and touching myself, sweetness.”

My throat is dry, my shoulders ache from the strain of the cuffs holding my arms up, and I feel like my knees will give up on me any second now.

Don’t fall. Let your client take what he’s paid for. Don’t fall, Victor.

I open my eyes and find that my vision is a little blurry. I blink a couple of times, so it clears up, but between his sounds…the way he’s making me feel…

Swallowing, I open my mouth to speak but my voice quivers.

“Please do, Gideon. I want to feel you come on me. I want to feel your cum on me.”

I want to feel you come inside me. I want to feel your cum inside me.

He hums, and I feel his hand back on me once more.

Curling my lip between my teeth, I groan loudly as Gideon uses the center of his palm to rub my tip, practically burning me with his touch. He doesn’t stop rubbing me as he strokes himself, both of us groaning together as our sounds echo off of the four walls in this room.

My entire body is on fire, and this is pure torture from him.

I’ve never had a client like him. I’ve never had a client make me feel like this.