His Unrequited Love

S*ex with Strangers

Ian

Victor Valentine is kissing me.

S*hit, Victor Valentine is kissing me.

His full lips press to mine at the same time I feel his body everywhere on me. His hips are wrapping mine between them and his c*ock is pressing into me through the fabric of our jeans. His hand is on my throat and I suddenly realize there is nowhere else I want it right now.

I am hyperventilating mentally, a thousand bells ringing in my head and I suddenly feel drunk on the feeling - of him being there, of this actually happening, of how high it elevates me. My pulse is raising a thousand miles per minute and my head is spinning.

I am completely aware he would’ve never touched me if he remembered who I was and a sting of guilt runs through my chest at the thought that I am not exactly honest with him. It flies out of the window a second later as Victor’s tongue licks my lips, nudging me to open up for him and let him in and I am melting again.

I do as I am expected and let him inside my mouth, almost losing my mind as he bites my lower lip hard enough to draw blood on his way in. He doesn’t, not for now at least. Instead, he laughs a little and it feels like he is sharing a secret with me. What are his secrets though? What is there I don’t know yet about the guy I’ve been crushing on for the last five and a half years. Am I still crushing on him?

That damn hot tongue of his swirls with mine in a battle for dominance which I am more than happy to lose and all the thoughts are out of my mind again. It invades the depths of my mouth, gliding, conquering, almost reaching the back of my throat and my toes curl as I can feel my d*ick pressing against my zipper, screaming for more space. I am hard as a rock right now, lost on Victor’s kisses, touches, on every little movement he makes. My body grinds on his, my legs parting a little so that I can welcome one of his between them, seeking all the fiction I can get as he changes his position on me against that door.

I am painfully aware I am leaking already, making a mess out of my pants but I couldn’t care less. My mind is too far gone, leaving place only for the raw sensations I am feeling in the darkened room as I reach for Victor’s shirt and pull it up to feel the hard lines of his six-pack. Gods, that man is built like a statue - all muscle and strength, and not even a hint of softness about him.

He smiles against my mouth as he feels my hands roaming over his body and pins them above my head, making me grin dirtily at him, challenge gleaming in my eyes in the darkness that surrounds us.

I’ve never been one to like being manhandled but I find it especially turning on when he does it. He is older, stronger, and so much hotter than most of the guys I hang out with. Everything in him screams alpha male, and even though he no longer is one, the aura is still around him and I am a sucker for it. I would be glad to be a sucker for much more things of his tonight, but for the first time in a while I actually let a guy lead the pace and get to enjoy it, so I let him do it.

He is pinning me to the door so firmly right now that I am out of breath for a second. But then I gulp air the moment he breaks the kiss and moves an inch to look at me.

We stare at each other shortly, his eyes asking me if I am okay with what he is doing if I mind him being rough and somehow it is the sweetest thing in the world that he does. It is exactly what one should expect from a guy like Victor Valentine - polite and proper even in a moment like this, even if he is switching my mind off with his dirty kisses and how good he bites on my skin.

For a second I am torn between these two versions of him - I like his roughness and how straightforward he is, but I first fell for the gentleman and I am kind of struck by the fact he is still there, lurking at the edges of this completely new personality of his. I am not sure how much of the latter is left but I am so damn eager to play the game and actually find out.

As my own hard c*ock painfully strains in my pants, I let out a moan of anticipation just when he leans back to give me another scorching hot kiss. He breaks it shortly after and squeezes my jaw. We look into each other in the darkness of the room and a second later he is back on me again, tracing wet kisses along my jaw and down my throat, making me melt into the door.

Victor lets go of my wrists to press his palm against my bulge and I let out the loudest, neediest moan the moment I feel him on me. Mindlessly, I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling a little at those especially soft strands just so I don’t forget he is real, that this is all real.

The little groan he lets out as he smiles over my skin is making me go nuts with desire. I pull again, squeezing so that I am all he can feel too so that he continues teasing me with his tongue against my jaw and his hand gripping my d*ick through the fabric of my jeans. He leans in to kiss me and his scent invades me again.

Suddenly, that man is all I can smell, all I can see, all I can feel.

As his tongue plays dirty games with mine, f*ucking my mouth just as his d*ick is about to do soon enough, I recognize that scent of his from way back when both of us were different people - smoke and woods after rain. How could I have forgotten about that and why does remembering it now, feeling it all around me, makes my heart skip a beat in my chest?

I’m drunk on that scent. My breath is shallow, my lungs unable to pump air fast enough through my system, and suddenly I feel dizzy, like my knees are softening and I am floating in space and not actually standing my ground or some s*hit.

I open my eyes and grip Victor’s arm to ground myself but it doesn’t help. It doesn’t because he is in my vision now. He is everything that I can see and his face covered in shadows is somehow imprinted behind my eyelids when I squeeze them again, lost to sensation.

Then I breathe him in again and my mind swirls, and I am lost - to him, to this moment, to all the nights I’ve imagined this exact moment. The worst part, or the best, is that it is nothing the way I had thought it would be with him. The man playing with me is nothing like the one I used to know once. It’s not like it actually matters, not really. I try to memorize him. Under heavy lids, my eyes trace the hard lines of his jaw, the way his neck flexes with every breath and as I look lower - that vein straining down his arm as he rubs me faster and faster. I am a goner - I’ve always had a thing for hands, arms, and quads and the sight of his just makes my heart beat faster as heat spreads all over my body. That man… damn, he is like something carved out of my wildest fantasies, and I haven’t even had the chance to see all of him.

“I need to touch you,” Victor rasps in my ear as he leans to bite the upper part of it and I shudder with more want, like it is actually possible to be more turned on than I actually am. Turns out it can - my c*ock is twitching with attention and it feels even harder than just moments ago, painfully pressed to my groin, and I am not sure if I’ve ever been this turned on before in my life. And all that for a stranger. For someone who is supposed to be just a hook-up, a one-night stand, meant to be nothing more than a distraction.

A warning bell rings in my ears but I don’t really care to acknowledge it. “Can I touch you like I want to, Maxim?” This time his voice, low as it is, reverberates in my chest, that’s how close we are to each other.

He can. He can touch me, own me, do whatever the f*uck he wants with me.

I nod feverishly against him, sure he will feel my movement because damn, my brain is barely there to form coherent thoughts in my head, let alone speak.

Victor waits for me.

He is not stopping what he is doing to me, no, hands and body all over mine through the clothes. But he won’t go any further until he hears me actually voice my need, he won’t touch me.

“Please, touch me,” I somehow manage and my voice sounds like someone else’s. It’s like it belongs to a creature out of this world, a creature made of pleasure and sensation.

Victor lets out another intimate quiet laugh and unzips my jeans, sliding them down my thighs, and the next thing I know is his fingers are pushing inside my black boxer briefs and finally, finally, reaches for me with no barriers between us.

I am so turned on just by the thought of it, I almost spill in Victor’s large palm the moment he touches the bare skin of my d*ick. Then he does something with his thumb, flicking it over my tip, dragging it over the slit using the precome for lubrication to freely glide up and down my length and I am panting and my mind is falling, falling…

A flash of uncertainty runs through me as I realize I haven’t seen all of him, not yet, I have not touched him the way I want to. I push back from the door and reach to undo the buckle of his belt, and the buttons of his jeans are next. Victor steps back a little to give me space, not stopping the strokes over my d*ick but slowing down just a little bit. Unlike him, I don’t ask for his consent. I don’t need to. His eyes speak for him and they speak volumes with the way burns as he is pinning his gaze on me.

“I wanna s*uck you,” I tell him the moment his erection is spouting freely out of his pants and I am enthralled by the view.

The only light in the room comes from a dark neon blue nightstand lamp near the bed and it is giving a somewhat magical glow to everything in there. It is playing with the shadows dancing all over Victor’s body, giving him an otherworldly glow that I know I will remember for the rest of my life, even if this is the last time I actually see him. Right now this light lets me see how big Victor actually is - his c*ock is long and wide, the balls underneath are just as full and for a second I am completely enthralled by the view.

My mouth waters to taste the large flushed mushroom of his tip, to drag my tongue through the lines of it and play with the underside which I know from experience will drive him mad with want. I want to push a finger inside him while I s*uck him off. Would he like it? Would he go even crazier with desire, will he scream with pleasure while I swallow him so deep I can’t breathe?

I drop down to my knees and open my mouth flicking my tongue over his slit. Victor curses as he tries to suppress a cry of pleasure but I don’t really care how messed up I am making him with just this. Actually, I do. I really care. I want him undone in my hands, in my body, I want all he sees and knows to be me. Just like it is with me.

The next second I take him in, as much as I can. His tip touches the back of my throat and he is not fully in but I am determined and too far gone myself to care if it is hurting me or whether I have enough air to breathe. His thickness is everything I can actually feel, that special scent of his mixed with the smell of s*x is driving me insane and I grunt helplessly around his length.

His grip in my hair suddenly loosens and I moan again surprised I hadn’t even realized his hands were there, holding me in position.

“Are you alright?” Victor asks, his voice strained with tension, but it is there again… that polite note in his voice, always the damn gentleman even in a situation like this. “You don’t need to…”

I want to roll my eyes at him but I am too busy with what I am doing to even bother gracing him by acknowledging what he just said. If he was mine I would definitely give him s*hit about this later. I can almost imagine us standing together in the morning over breakfast, teasing each other, bickering, and just enjoying each other's company and him flushing as I tease him which I will do only so that I will see that damn blush over his ears. But Victor Valentine will never actually be mine, I don’t even know if he is capable of blushing, so thinking about such imaginary stuff is a pure waste of precious time.

Instead, I focus on what I am doing. I eagerly force the muscles of my throat to relax. I take a deep breath through my nose and let him glide in even further. I am chocking on him now, tears are spilling down my cheeks but it is one of the best feelings I have ever had in my life - the pain, the lack of air, the damn small needy moans Victor lets out as I move up and down, letting him in and out of my throat as fast as I can. For me. Because of me. I am deep-throating Victor Valentine!

“You are taking me in so good,” he rasps and I look up at him, I just can’t stop myself. Our eyes meet over his navel and up his chest and I notice with appreciation that his are wild, almost gone black, animalistic. I can read the desperate desire in them and I feel glorious as I reach down his shaft and cup his balls, blindsided with how drown up they are towards his body, how heavy they feel in my palm.

Victor grips my hair again and stills my head in position. The next moment he pushes in and I feel him down my throat all the way in until his base reaches my face and I can feel the short hairs on his abdomen grazing my cheeks. He is trimmed and neat and god, I am crazy for it.

The moment I start to choke again he pushes back and gives me time enough to gulp a few lungfuls of air before he is back at it. My heart is racing in my chest, my entire body alert with anticipation. My damn d*ick is jutting between my legs, painfully hard and it takes all I have in me not to take myself in my hands and tug. As far gone as I am right now, I’m afraid only one touch would be enough to flip me over the edge so I hold myself, grunting.

With a bob, Victor slips out of my mouth a few minutes later. He is slightly shaking, and he seems on the verge too and god, that’s so hot.

“On the bed, dirty boy. Now,” he commands me. “Dirty good boy…”

I am on my feet and follow his order immediately, like this damn husky voice of his has unlocked something in my brain - the way he praises me is like the best thing someone has ever said to me, like ever. He might’ve as well put me on a leash with this damn voice of his because I need nothing more than a word for him and I am ready to follow like a damn puppy.

As I reach the bed, I kick my boots and jeans off my legs.

I am on the mattress on all fours, waiting for him obediently just as the good boy I actually am not, my ass up in the air, my entire body trembling with anticipation for what is about to happen in just a few seconds. I look at him behind my shoulder and my heart makes a flip in my chest at the view. As he walks slowly towards me, steps heavy, fingers gripping his base, I am about to squirm. My mouth is dry with want as I take him in and that dirty, disheveled version of him: clothes undone but still clinging to his body, chest and c*ock exposed, skin glistening with sweat under the artificial hotel room light.

“And the shirt, get rid of it,” Victor orders as he crouches on the mattress behind me.

I do as he tells me, swiping the stupid s**t off my body then go back on my hands and knees for him. There is a pause in which he takes me in with wide eyes and my stupid brain decides it’s because he is in awe of what he sees. Probably he is - I know I look good - but it is not why I want him to remember me. Deep down in my heart, I realize I want him to remember me for me, to want me for more than tonight. I'm aware of how f*ucked up this is especially with someone who basically has no idea who the f*uck I am and is not here to stay.

To distract myself from this stupid feeling, I give him a dirty look and then reach under myself to give my d*ick a thug.

In the next moment, Victor is right behind me and slides one of his hands over my ass. With the other one, he reaches into the drawer and takes out a small bottle of lube and a package of condoms.

F*uck. The sight of these things brings me down to earth and to reality faster than anything else could - that’s not one of my s*ex-hazed dreams and it definitely is happening right here, right now, and there is nothing, not a damn thing, that is romancing about it. If someone had told me that my day would end in Victor Valentine’s bed with my ass perched for him while he coats his fingers with lube to prepare me for his big d*ick I would’ve laughed.

But here he is, his attention back on me.

“Tell me if it gets too much,” he says softly and my heart melts just as my d*ick twitches impatiently.

I am no damn virgin and I know what to expect when I get to a hotel room with a stranger. Yet when Victor traces his fingers through my crack, nudging the tip of his middle finger over the rim of muscles hidden there, it is like an entirely new experience.

When he leans down to lick the same place, to taste me there a second later, my knees go weak again with the pleasure of it, my vision darkening with how intense it is. His tongue then pierces me and I scream, eyes rolling back to my head, just as my knees give in and my upper body sinks into the bed. My a*ss stays in the air only because Victor is holding on to my waist, not giving me a way out.

He kisses and teases my hole, f*ucking me with his tongue and fingers until I am so f*ucked up I can barely think. I am panting, and I am covered in sweat, my face flushed and hot like never before. God, what Victor is doing to me is some other level s*hit and I am living for it. He sinks a second finger in and then a third and it takes all I have in me not to f**k myself on his hand. He is filling me so good I can only imagine how much better and more intense it is going to be when his d*ick replaces those long thick fingers of his.

“I am going to f*uck you now, dirty boy,” he tells me just as I am about to come, and then moves away. “And you are going to take it so good.”

His fingers slip out of me and for a second I mourn the loss of his touch. I feel empty in the quiet that follows as he tears the foil and covers his c*ock with the condom. Damn, I suddenly hate this thing. I am not that dumb to suggest we did it without protection but I realise that if this is going to be my first and last night with this man I don’t want any barriers between us.

Then it’s done. Victor is slicking his condom-covered d*ick with more lube and I can feel his tip at my entrance a moment later. There is no more time to think, no more time to want and whine, as he slides into me with one hard long thrust that makes me see stars with the sheer intensity of it.

And then, without even giving me a second to adjust to that monstrous length and girt of his, of the feeling of it inside my body, Victor starts f*ucking me ruthlessly and I am lost to everything outside this moment and this room and the two of us.