VICTOR

“Come for me, sweetness. Come all over my hand. Let me gather your cum and see if you taste as sweet as you look.”

His hot breath tickles my ear as he speaks and that tone of his voice…fuck, I could come from his words alone.

My face is flushed as Gideon tightens his fist around my length, squeezing my dick all the way from its base to its tip as he coaxes me into coming for him.

He dips his head down low as he takes my ear between his lips. Swirling his tongue around the soft skin there, he sucks my flesh as he continues moving his hand.

It’s too much.

Pulling away, he repeats himself, and it’s all I need to hear before I begin spilling.

“Come for me, sweetness. I want to see you come undone.”

And I do. I come, and I come undone.

“Gideon,” I cry out as I feel my balls tense up, pushing myself over that edge as I finally reach my orgasm. “I’m coming! Shit, I’m coming all over your hand!”

Again, he hums, and the bed moves as he leans forwards.

His front is pressed to my back, and he has a hand on my hip. His cock is pressed tight between our bodies, and as he rubs himself against me, I feel my balls empty as I come. My cum sputters out from my cock, and I’m not even sure whether it’s landing on his hand on the mattress beneath us.

“Fuck, yes. Come for me, sweetness. Let’s come together.”

He snakes that same arm around my stomach as he holds me close to his front, thrusting against my ass as he groans loudly into my ears.

Put it in, Gideon. Please, put it in.

He doesn’t.

My dick throbs against the side of his palm as he begins to speed up, his thrusts becoming messier and sloppier.

I know he’s about to come.

“Come on me, Gideon. I want to feel your cum on me.”

I breathe out as he pulls away, his fist moving furiously against his length.

Fuck.

Just hearing how rough he’s being with himself, how desperate he is to come, has me jerking against his hand.

“Here it is, sweetness. Here it is.”

His hand finally slows down as I feel him shoot his load all over my backside. Hot spurts of his cum land on my ass as Gideon groans behind me, and I bite down on my own lips as I feel him move away. He brings his cupped hand full of my cum towards him, and before I know what he’s doing, he’s smeared the cum against me.

Gideon doesn’t waste any time before he puts his mouth on me again.

I moan as he groans, and I can’t help but call out for him again.

His lips are sealed around my flesh as he licks, laps, and sucks the cum from my body into his mouth. He moves his head from side-to-side before he bites down on my soft flesh, sinking his teeth into me as he leaves his mark there.

I’m trembling by the time he’s finished.

When he pulls away completely, he palms the back of my head.

“Let’s get you out of these handcuffs.”

He murmurs as he places his hand under my wrists, removing the cuffs before dropping my arms to the bed as he helps me turn over. His eyes are busy above my head as he focuses on touching me, massaging my wrists and making his way along the length of my arms.

We’re both breathing heavily, and he hasn’t even fucked me yet.

Just as I open my mouth to remind him that we’ll run out of time if he doesn’t hurry up soon, his phone rings from the far corner of the room. My eyes widen as I look up at him, but he simply chuckles as he sits on the bed the same time the phone stops.

He turns and looks over at me.

“I guess the hour is up, sweetness.”

Shit.

He didn’t get a chance to fuck me, and that’s the service he paid for.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Dom is going to fire me. I know he will.

Scrambling to sit up, I take a hold of Gideon’s hand as I pull it closer to my body. His lips quirk up at the sides as he watches me sit up on my knees and press his palm against my thigh.

“You can have another hour with me, free of charge. You didn’t get to fuck me, Gideon. Let me make it up to you.”

He shakes his head as he pulls his hand away from mine.

Shit. I’m so screwed.

“Make it up to me another day, sweetness. I’ve got places to be.”

I nod at him as I take a deep breath in. He turns, walking over in the direction of his phone, as I drop my eyes downwards.

Of course, he’s got places to be.

If he tells Dom that he wasn’t able to fuck me within the hour because he was too busy touching me…

I’ll be done. I’ll lose this job, and I’ll probably be kicked out since I won’t be bringing in any more money.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“I’ll see you again.”

Looking up, I spot Gideon walking towards me. I immediately get up from the bed and offer him a dazzling smile, one that expresses just how excited I am to see him again.

“And I can’t wait until you come again, Gideon.”

A smile touches his lips as he steps forwards, closing the space between our bodies. He stares down at me, his eyes on my lips, and I wonder if he’ll kiss me.

It’s not often I get clients wanting to kiss me, but I never refuse the ones that do.

As he clears his throat, he shakes his head and takes a step backwards.

I guess not.

“Thank you.”

Gideon mutters under his breath as he lifts his hand to mine, pushing something inside of my palm, before he turns around.

Eyebrows furrowed, I look down at my hand and see that he’s placed notes there.

Money, and lots of it.

My fingers curl around the cash and my throat becomes dry.

Holy shit.

He’s paying me extra—a lot extra—even though he didn’t get the chance to fuck me. He barely let me touch him, but he’s leaving me with a hefty tip.

I look up to thank him, but he’s looking away from me. Shaking my head, I take this as my cue to leave the room as I turn around and begin walking.

Walking towards the door, I open it, ready to leave and prepare myself for my next client, when I turn around, just one last time, to catch a final glimpse of Gideon.

He’s bent over, his peachy ass now on show, as he reaches low to grab his clothes from the floor before straightening up to get dressed.

Letting a deep breath out, I turn back around and step out from the room, shutting the door behind me. As I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, I take another look at the money in my hand and feel how heavy the weight of the notes are.

He’s tipped me hundreds. Possibly even more.

And even though it sounds so incredibly stupid, knowing that Gideon wasn’t able to fuck me within the hour he paid to have me for because he was too busy touching me leaves me feeling a little dejected.

He didn’t get what he paid for, and on top of that, he tipped me for a service I wasn’t even able to offer him.

I let out a deep sigh before I move towards my locker to leave my tip safe there.

He’s a client, that’s all he is.

But he wasn’t a pump, cum, and dump type of client.

He’s different.

That’s for certain.