Chapter 5 #2
Xavier lifts his head. “You taste so goddamn good, sweetheart. But you know what really gets me off?” He presses his thumb against her, and I see her jolt at the contact. “How fucking wet you got watching Julian stroke Elliot’s cock.”
She makes a choked sound. I can’t tear my eyes away from the scene, even as Julian’s hand continues to stroke me.
“Oh yes,” Xavier continues, pumping his own beautiful cock harder while watching her face flush deeper. “The moment his hand wrapped around another man’s dick, you practically gushed in my mouth. You like watching men together, don’t you?”
“Happy to provide the entertainment, X,” Julian states.
I grunt unintelligibly, my hips betraying me by bucking into Julian’s grip despite my continued attempts to grab his wrist and pull him away.
“All the girls are taken,” Julian murmurs, his voice strained with his own arousal. “Had to find entertainment somewhere.”
“Fight all you want, Elliot,” Xavier calls out before diving back between her thighs. “We all know you prefer cock anyway.”
A strangled groan escapes me at his words, confirming what I’ve desperately tried to hide for years.
I’m mortified yet unable to stop my body’s reactions.
Julian suddenly stops momentarily to pull my pants down and free my achingly hard cock, before continuing to play with me, drawing out the most intense sensations.
My walls are disintegrating with each stroke. The gallery openings, the women on my arm—all part of an elaborate performance that’s now being exposed as the lie it always was.
“Don’t hold back,” Xavier growls against her. “Stop fighting it. Give me what I want.”
Her breath comes in ragged gasps, punctuated by soft whimpers she can’t suppress. Julian’s movements become more urgent on me, my resistance crumbling with each skilled stroke.
“Look at you,” Xavier murmurs, keeping his thumb pressed against her. “Soaking wet watching two men while I devour this perfect pussy. You’re exactly the dirty girl I knew you were.”
As she tries to turn her head away, Xavier increases his grip on her thigh, causing her to freeze. “Don’t you dare look away! Watch Julian make Elliot fall apart while I make you come on my tongue.”
He dives back in, licking her with renewed intensity. “I can feel how close you are. Your thighs are shaking, and your pussy’s clenching. You want to come so fucking bad.”
I watch, transfixed, as her hips buck against Xavier’s mouth despite the restraints. The sound she makes—half protest, half plea—only heightens my own arousal.
“That’s my girl,” Xavier praises her. “Stop thinking. Stop fighting. Just let yourself feel what I’m doing to you.”
I can see how close she is, balanced on the knife’s edge, needing the right push. My own release builds with Julian’s relentless attention.
“Come for me,” Xavier commands, his voice rough. “Flood my mouth. Show me how much you love being tongue-fucked while watching a man jerk off another man. God knows what you’d be like if they were fucking.”
Her body goes rigid, every muscle pulled tight as she teeters on the brink.
“Do it, come. Now,” Xavier demands, sealing his mouth over her and sucking hard.
A cry tears from her throat as her orgasm crashes over her. Xavier works her through every wave, drinking in her release while she writhes helplessly beneath his mouth.
My control finally shatters completely. My body goes rigid, a guttural moan tearing from my throat as I come hard over Julian’s skilled hand. The sophisticated mask I’ve worn for years crumbles entirely as pleasure overwhelms me.
“Good boy,” Julian purrs, his voice taking on a commanding edge I’ve never heard before. “Now get on your knees and open that mouth.”
My stomach tightens with anticipation and fear.
I try to fight back, attempting to reassert myself even with my cum still coating Julian’s fingers. “I’m not—”
“You are,” Julian cuts me off, his tone brooking no argument. He grabs my shoulders, forcing me to my knees with a strength that takes my breath away, and then yanks my mask down so it’s around my neck. “And you’ll do exactly what I tell you to do.”
Julian frees his cock from his pants, thick and hard, before grabbing me by the hair. “Open.”
When I hesitate, Julian’s grip tightens. “I said open that fucking mouth.”
I see Xavier pull away from her slick heat and walk around so he’s standing before her as he presses his own cock against her lips. It’s just as large as Julian’s, maybe bigger, and my cock throbs at the sight.
I’m on my knees, staring at Julian’s cock inches from my face, and something inside me shatters. My mouth waters, and despite just having climaxed moments ago, I feel blood rushing back to my own cock with embarrassing speed.
This isn’t supposed to happen. Not like this. Not with an audience. Not with Julian fucking Frost staring down at me with those ice-blue eyes behind his silver mask.
Yet my body betrays me completely as I grow hard again. Years of denial crumble in this single moment—on my knees, exactly where I’ve secretly imagined being countless nights alone in my bed.
Julian’s cock is everything I’ve tried not to want—thick, veined, perfect. My hands tremble at my sides as I fight the urge to reach for it, to worship it the way I’ve only allowed myself to fantasize about in my weakest moments.
“Look at you,” Julian murmurs. “Hard again already.”
I should feel humiliated. I should be fighting this. Instead, I’m drowning in desire so powerful it feels like a physical ache.
My lips part slightly of their own accord. God help me, I want this. Want to feel the weight of him on my tongue, want to taste him, want to make him lose control the way he’s made me lose mine.
Somewhere behind us, Xavier and the woman are lost in their own world, but they might as well be in another universe. All that exists is Julian’s cock and the hunger clawing through me—a hunger I’ve denied for so long that now, unleashed, it consumes me entirely.
A single tear slides down my cheek as years of lying to myself culminate in this moment of undeniable truth.
Julian’s grip tightens in my hair. The pain sends a shock of pleasure through me and makes my balls tingle.
I finally open my mouth, surrendering to what I’ve denied myself.