lying in front of him. The light of the fire cast the men’s bodies in a golden glow, gilding the droplets of sweat on the young man’s tight muscles.
“Enough,” Viktor warned, and the man pulled back. Viktor climbed to his feet, and Cassandra’s view was blocked by the angle of the room, but the brief glimpse she’d caught revealed the deception of Viktor’s finely tailored clothes. Those expensive suits hid the body of a man more accustomed to the weight room than the boardroom.
The young man waited patiently, a slow smile curving his lips as he watched what Cassie couldn’t see. When Viktor stepped into view, she saw what had made the guy on the floor so happy. Viktor moved toward him, stroking his hand up and down the length of the longest, thickest cock Cassie had ever seen. She covered her mouth to stifle her cry of surprise, her cunt growing wet as she watched Viktor’s hand gripping his massive shaft.
The guy on the floor whistled and laughed. Viktor smiled graciously, as if he’d just been complimented on having a lovely home or good skin. Cassie almost laughed herself. When Viktor dropped to his knees again, the man’s bravado faded a bit. “Go slow, okay?”
“I will,” Viktor reassured him. “And if you find me…too difficult to take, let me know. It will not affect your payment.”
It sounded like Viktor made a routine of this. Something akin to jealousy flared in Cassie’s mind, but she dismissed it. Viktor had been honest with her when she’d first come here. He’d told her that he had other sources of…well, whatever it was he liked to do with male prostitutes. And she couldn’t exactly judge him for being a john, when they’d met on the job. He hadn’t declared true love, and she had to admit she wouldn’t have been brave enough to let him in through the backdoor, so to speak. There was no reason to be jealous.
There was no reason to peep, either, but she couldn’t look away as Viktor positioned himself behind the man, who supported himself on his hands and knees. Cassie had been so intent on staring at Viktor’s cock that she hadn’t seen the condom in his other hand. He unrolled it down his length and reached for something out of her line of sight, coming back with a bottle of lube. He pumped a generous amount into his hands and smeared it over his penis, then dispensed more and slid his fingers into the cleft of the man’s ass.
“Your hands are cold,” the man purred, reaching down to grip his own cock.
Cassandra reached down too, her fingers bunching the material of her nightgown, lifting it higher. Actually having sex with someone didn’t get her as hot as just watching Viktor. She practically ached with emptiness, and she pressed her thighs together, her channel spasming, begging to be filled.
What was she thinking? She should be insulted that Viktor, who had seemed pretty darn attracted to her earlier that evening, had apparently been hiding a gay streak a mile long. Why had he pretended? Why had he kissed her?
Those concerns fled as she watched Viktor lean over the man, easing the wide head of his erection against the man’s body. The man hissed and buried his face against his arm as Viktor pressed forward, then halted. “Are you all right?”
That was far gentler treatment than Cassandra would have expected from a client, even the ones at 4-1-2. No one had ever hurt her outright, but none had been anything close to considerate without her prompting. The man made a strangled noise but nodded, so Viktor pressed forward, so slowly as to make Cassie aware of the breath she held.
“God,” the man on the floor groaned, rolling his head back. The tension in his face changed to joyous relief and back again as if someone had flipped a light switch. Viktor laughed softly, but his concentration never wavered. The hard ridges of muscle across his stomach contracted and he shuddered as his control slipped and he drove the rest of himself into his partner’s body.
“Enough,” Viktor warned, and the man pulled back. Viktor climbed to his feet, and Cassandra’s view was blocked by the angle of the room, but the brief glimpse she’d caught revealed the deception of Viktor’s finely tailored clothes. Those expensive suits hid the body of a man more accustomed to the weight room than the boardroom.
The young man waited patiently, a slow smile curving his lips as he watched what Cassie couldn’t see. When Viktor stepped into view, she saw what had made the guy on the floor so happy. Viktor moved toward him, stroking his hand up and down the length of the longest, thickest cock Cassie had ever seen. She covered her mouth to stifle her cry of surprise, her cunt growing wet as she watched Viktor’s hand gripping his massive shaft.
The guy on the floor whistled and laughed. Viktor smiled graciously, as if he’d just been complimented on having a lovely home or good skin. Cassie almost laughed herself. When Viktor dropped to his knees again, the man’s bravado faded a bit. “Go slow, okay?”
“I will,” Viktor reassured him. “And if you find me…too difficult to take, let me know. It will not affect your payment.”
It sounded like Viktor made a routine of this. Something akin to jealousy flared in Cassie’s mind, but she dismissed it. Viktor had been honest with her when she’d first come here. He’d told her that he had other sources of…well, whatever it was he liked to do with male prostitutes. And she couldn’t exactly judge him for being a john, when they’d met on the job. He hadn’t declared true love, and she had to admit she wouldn’t have been brave enough to let him in through the backdoor, so to speak. There was no reason to be jealous.
There was no reason to peep, either, but she couldn’t look away as Viktor positioned himself behind the man, who supported himself on his hands and knees. Cassie had been so intent on staring at Viktor’s cock that she hadn’t seen the condom in his other hand. He unrolled it down his length and reached for something out of her line of sight, coming back with a bottle of lube. He pumped a generous amount into his hands and smeared it over his penis, then dispensed more and slid his fingers into the cleft of the man’s ass.
“Your hands are cold,” the man purred, reaching down to grip his own cock.
Cassandra reached down too, her fingers bunching the material of her nightgown, lifting it higher. Actually having sex with someone didn’t get her as hot as just watching Viktor. She practically ached with emptiness, and she pressed her thighs together, her channel spasming, begging to be filled.
What was she thinking? She should be insulted that Viktor, who had seemed pretty darn attracted to her earlier that evening, had apparently been hiding a gay streak a mile long. Why had he pretended? Why had he kissed her?
Those concerns fled as she watched Viktor lean over the man, easing the wide head of his erection against the man’s body. The man hissed and buried his face against his arm as Viktor pressed forward, then halted. “Are you all right?”
That was far gentler treatment than Cassandra would have expected from a client, even the ones at 4-1-2. No one had ever hurt her outright, but none had been anything close to considerate without her prompting. The man made a strangled noise but nodded, so Viktor pressed forward, so slowly as to make Cassie aware of the breath she held.
“God,” the man on the floor groaned, rolling his head back. The tension in his face changed to joyous relief and back again as if someone had flipped a light switch. Viktor laughed softly, but his concentration never wavered. The hard ridges of muscle across his stomach contracted and he shuddered as his control slipped and he drove the rest of himself into his partner’s body.
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