Chapter Fourteen

Denton

My internal debate ceased the second I saw a naked Victor standing looking utterly delectable, flushed, and aroused. Watching him step closer on trembling legs and push an even shakier hand inside my gym shorts was sexy as fuck. There was vulnerability and bravery in eyes that held mine as he pushed the damp material down my thighs, his fingers a soft caress through the hair.

I followed the move when my cock bounced free and slapped my belly, holding all Victor's attention. The sounds of our labored breathing were the only noise in the bathroom as I stepped out of my shorts.

As naked as Victor, my gaze roamed hungrily down the golden trail of hair that finished at the slim, erect cock with a patch of trimmed blond hair at its base. I'd noticed the foreskin covering the head. And the image that had kept me awake most of the night. The thought of me sucking that cock into my mouth, nibbling at the skin, feeling its silky hardness against my tongue, was too much to resist now. Because this time wild horses wouldn't stop me from giving in to the siren in front of me. Not when he asked so fucking nicely.

Reaching for a towel to drop on the floor, I lowered in front of Victor, giving him a sexy smirk as I came forward to inhale his scent. My nose ran down the crease of his leg and to the sac that hugged his body. He trembled and shifted his legs wider, causing me to moan in approval as I kissed his inner thigh.

"So soft," I murmured, loving the silky texture of his skin against my lips.

His moan encouraged me to explore further, gauging each reaction and repeating it when he whimpered, moaned, or groaned loudly. The erotic sounds he made drove my pleasure to new heights.

I laid open mouth kisses over his balls, inhaling his musky scent. I sucked one ball into the cavern of mouth and rolled it in the sac with my tongue. His hands landed heavily on my shoulders as he lurched closer, making me chuckle.

"Argh…" he cried out, so I chuckled again, getting a similar response.

I took my time kissing and licking the pale skin until the head of his cock was slick with his pre-cum. His cock gleamed like a polished surface as it dripped between my thighs, occasionally hitting my cock. Each touch sent sparks of fresh desire curling in the pit of my stomach building my inner tension. Every inhale, I smelled his and my desire. Intoxicating, they encouraged me to rush, to dive right in and taste. But I'd waited too long for this moment and I wanted to savor every fucking second of it. I wanted Victor mindless for my touch.

His cock rubbed against my unshaved cheek as he titled his pelvis, encouraging me. "So good… fuck… please suck me… I'll do anything… just suck me," he gasped, flushed and with a wild look in his eyes that triggered a violent surge of want in me.

As he was, there was nothing I wouldn"t do for him. Sucking my fingers into my mouth, I ran my tongue over them until they were dripping.

Victor followed the move. His nostrils flared and he worked his lower lip between his teeth when I cupped his sac. Using the wetness, I slid a finger under his balls and along his taint to circle his hole, eliciting a full body shudder. His legs once more shuffled wider, giving me easier access.

Holding his gaze, I poked out my tongue and waited as I circled his hole, teasing the sensitive nerves. When I didn't move, he groaned, and a flush darkened his chest as he hesitantly moved until the head of his cock painted the tip of my tongue with his essence.

His musky scent filled my nose as I lost the battle to resist tasting his pre-cum. I brought my tongue back into my mouth, savoring the bitter saltiness. My eyelids lowered at the wave of pleasure coursing through me.

"Fucking delicious," I growled and wiggled my tongue at him.

This time he was less hesitant and released one shoulder to hold the base of his cock to paint my tongue. He wriggled his backside at the same time, pushing the tip of my finger against the rim of muscle protecting his ass. I circled the puckered flesh, making it slick before easing the tip of my finger in. The muscle closed tight around me and we groaned together.

"Ohhhh…" His mouth formed a perfect O as he squeezed and released, his cock painting me in pre-cum as he pushed it harder against my tongue. I retracted my tongue and sucked the head of his cock into the cavern of my mouth. He wasn't overly thick, but he had some length. Carefully, I sucked him deep, opening my throat, then swallowing, getting a broken cry.

"More… ohhh… yeah… I can feel you squeezing the head," he gasped, whimpered, and whined.

There was never a more wonderful sound than listening to how responsive he was. Each touch, caress, taste brought yet more noise. It poured from between his lips as he lost himself to the pleasure I gave him. He captivated me in so many ways, but seeing him lose himself this way left my heart wanting to burst with his rapture. He was bewitching, casting a spell over me as I watched him come apart for me.

I pushed my finger deeper, locating his prostate. I stroked the bundle of nerves, wanting to make him fly while I sucked and swallowed. The clasp of my throat closed over the head of his cock.

"Fuckkkkkkk!" he wailed. His head rolled back, his body going motionless when his cock thickened and cum spurted down my throat. I eased off, catching several spurts of cum on my tongue as his fingers dug into my shoulder as he found his release.

I watched as he breathlessly rocked on my finger, chasing his pleasure. Flushed, sweaty and looking sexier than sin, he was everything I'd dreamed of. I swallowed and licked at my lips, making sure I got all of his cum. "Stunning, so fucking beautiful coming for me."

His head lolled forward like he'd lost all control of his muscles. Easing my finger out of his ass at the dazed expression he wore, I rose and slipped my arms around his waist for fear he'd slip to the floor in a heap. His head rested on my chest, hot breath brushing over my nipple as he caught his breath. As aroused as I was, and it was torture the way he felt pressed against me, taking care of him was my priority.

I kissed the top of his head and he made a snuffling sound as he burrowed as much as he could into my chest hair.

"We need to shower," I said, chuckling.

"You do it," he murmured sleepily.

God, was he trying to break me?

My chuckles became strained as I got us in the shower and kept him out of the cold spray, hoping it would take the edge off my arousal. I forced my hips sideways so the icy water could hit my cock. I gasped, but Victor never so much as moved his head from against me. He occasionally made happy little noises that weren't helping me.

The shower was the fastest I'd ever had, the cold water doing little to dampen my ardor with a soapy, sleepy Victor clinging to me.

In record time we completed a perfunctory wash and dry, then we were back in the bedroom. Victor sat on the edge of the bed—the covers over his lap to prevent me from staring—with the food I'd snagged for him.

He munched on the pastry, heavy-lidded eyes followed my every move as I kept my distance, knowing he hadn't eaten since lunchtime the previous day. I'd slipped on a fresh pair of baggy shorts but remained topless as I tidied up after us.

"Don't you want…" he stopped and shoved the pastry into his mouth until his cheeks bulged.

I paused with the towels in my arms. "Want what, love?"

He chewed, looked away, swallowed, returned his gaze to me and back was the blush I was coming to love. "Sex," he whispered.

Oh!

I dropped the towels where I was standing and went to crouch in front of him, resting my hands on his thighs. They were tense under my touch, revealing his inner turmoil. Looking him directly in the eyes, I nodded, wanting him to see I was telling the truth.

"I do." I kissed him softly, getting a beautiful sigh of pleasure when I stopped. "I want you more than taking another breath." I pressed our foreheads together, needing the contact as I explained, "But taking care of your needs is more important to me. I'm not a selfish twat that couldn't see how wiped out you were after you came hard enough to punch at my tonsils," I joked, getting a burst of giggles in response. "There's no rush… is there?"

It was hard to wait to see if he got what I was meaning. I wanted him beyond the holiday. I wanted… forever, if he'd give it to me.

I saw it the minute he registered what I was getting at. His lips trembled. "Do you mean… after? Like, when we get home?"

Heart flipping around, I had to swallow twice to get my head in the game. "Yes. Wanna be my boyfriend?"

The air got knocked out of me as I landed hard on my tailbone with Victor in my lap, tangled in the covers as he peppered kisses over my face.

"Is that a yes?" I asked when I got my breath back as the laughter came out more like a breathless cough.

"Yes…" kiss, "yes," kiss, "yes," another kiss, this one to my lips, and I lost myself to the man who made me so fucking happy. My laughter switched to moans as he sucked on my tongue, giving my aroused cock a boost.

He ground down, and I had to remind myself once more we had all the time in the world. His eagerness cut through my control like a knife through butter.

"Housekeeping," someone called, and it took a moment to realize past my lust that the voice came from somewhere behind us.

"Shit," I muttered and shielded Victor, who had grown still. "Can you come back in ten minutes please," I asked, not looking back at the guy who was probably staring.

"Sure, Sir. No problem."

At the click of the door, I started laughing at how it wasn't only me trying to get me to behave. The universe had spoken!

"Shall we get dressed and go find the others? I can't remember what the plan was for today?"

Victor scrambled off my lap, sheet flapping about his legs as he ran to the closet. "We're leaving for a trip today…" Clothes flew in the air as he yanked things out in a rush.

Doing my best to hold back my amusement, I got up and went to grab my cell phone. "It'll be fine. Let me ring Leeson and figure it out."

"Yeah, do that," he muttered and more clothes landed on the floor. "We don't want to be late and left behind." He flashed me a quick look that made my dick twitch. "Unless you want to stay behind."

I pointed a finger at Victor, doing my best to give him a stern look. "I'm trying to take care of you. Now get dressed before I change my mind."

I was only half joking, so I turned my back on him and dialed Leeson's number, counting to ten under my breath.

Don't look at him.

Don't do it.

"Denny, Denny, answer me! We docked in Aruba an hour ago. Why aren"t you here?" Leeson's question helped to get me to focus.

"Hold them for us. We… we slept in. We'll be there in ten minutes." I rolled my eyes to the ceiling when Leeson snorted and Victor giggled. Lying evidently wasn't my forte!