Chapter 15 Elliot
ELLIOT
The moment I wake, a cold panic surges through me. What have I done? The facade I’ve maintained for years lies in ruins around me. I’m naked in bed with another man. With Julian Frost.
I shift, trying to slide out from under his arm without waking him, but the movement makes him stir. His grip tightens, pulling me back against his chest.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice is rough with sleep, his breath warm against my ear.
“I need to leave,” I whisper. “I can’t—this isn’t—”
“Elliot.” My name on his lips stops me cold. “Calm down. Relax. You’re safe here.”
Something inside me cracks at those words. Safe. When have I ever felt safe? Not in my childhood home with my mother’s condemning eyes. Not in college when I dated women to fit in. Not in my carefully curated life where I’ve repressed myself at every turn.
I feel the hot sting of tears gathering in my eyes, my throat tightening painfully. Julian’s arms around me don’t feel like a trap; they feel like a sanctuary. This—being held by a man who sees me is what I’ve always wanted. What I’ve never allowed myself to have.
“Hey,” Julian murmurs, his hand coming up to brush my cheek, finding it damp. “What’s this about?”
I can’t answer. The words stick in my throat, so many years of shame and longing tangled together.
Julian leans in, his thumb gently wiping away my tears. Instead of the forceful, demanding kisses we’ve shared until now, this one is soft. Tender. His lips brush against mine gently, and I feel something unravel inside me—some final thread of resistance giving way.
I kiss him back, my hand coming up to cup his jaw. There’s no urgency, no battle for dominance. Just connection.
“I see you, Elliot,” he whispers. “All of you.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. No one has ever seen me—the real me. I’ve never allowed it. But Julian crashed through my defenses, leaving me exposed and somehow, impossibly, unafraid.
A deafening horn blares through the room, making me jump. Julian smiles against my lips.
“That’s our cue,” he says, stretching languidly beside me.
I glance around, suddenly realizing where we are. The orgy room. After our last encounter, we must have fallen asleep here, tangled together on one of the large beds.
The door swings open, and Theo strides in, already naked except for his mask pushed up on his forehead. When he spots us, a slow grin spreads across his face, and he winks at Julian.
“Right on time,” Julian says, nodding to Theo.
My stomach drops as I remember—we’d agreed to let Theo join us. The realization sends a confusing mix of anxiety and arousal through me.
“I, uh—don’t I need to get cleaned up?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious about the dried sweat and other fluids on my skin.
Julian traces a finger down my chest. “I like you a little dirty.”
Theo approaches the bed as other participants begin filing into the room.
“Time to have more fun,” Julian murmurs in my ear. “Get a nice ass wrapped around your pretty dick while I fuck yours.”
I groan at the suggestion, my cock responding instantly.
Theo’s eyes sparkle with mischief as he approaches the bed. “A train fuck? I’m more than up for that.” His gaze travels over my naked body with open appreciation. “Been wanting to feel your cock inside me for a long time, Elliot.”
The air between us crackles with tension.
I feel Julian shift beside me, his body language changing subtly but unmistakably.
His fingers dig into my hip where they rest, not painfully, but with clear intent.
When I glance at his face, I notice his jaw clenched tight, a muscle twitching beneath the skin.
“Just remember who claimed him first,” Julian says.
Something hot and liquid pools in my belly at his words. Julian is staking his claim on me in front of Theo, in front of everyone now entering the room.
Theo raises his hands in mock surrender, but his smile doesn’t diminish. “Wouldn’t dream of forgetting. You’ve marked your territory quite thoroughly.” He nods toward the bruises forming on my hips.
Julian’s arm slides around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. His lips brush my ear as he whispers, “Is that what you want, Elliot? To be passed between us like the prize you are?”
I shiver at his words, at the heat of his body against mine, at the way his possessiveness wraps around me like a second skin.
My arousal builds not despite his territorial display but because of it.
After a lifetime of never belonging, of keeping everyone at arm’s length, being wanted this fiercely is intoxicating.
“Yes,” I breathe, surprised by my own honesty. “I want that.”
Julian’s grip relaxes slightly, but the possessive gleam in his eyes only intensifies.
He presses a kiss to my shoulder, right over a mark he left earlier.
“Good. But he doesn’t get to have all of you.
” His teeth graze my skin. “Some parts are just for me. On your hands and knees, Elliot,” he commands, his voice dropping to that tone that sends shivers racing down my spine.
“Show Theo what that pretty mouth can do while I take care of your ass.”
My body responds before my mind can process, moving me into a position on all fours on the bed. The mattress dips as Theo kneels in front of me, his cock already hard and waiting. I feel exposed and vulnerable, yet strangely powerful, knowing that both men want me.
“That’s it,” Julian murmurs, his hands caressing my back, tracing the curve of my spine down to my ass. “God, you look good like this.”
I hear the snap of a bottle cap, and then Julian’s slick fingers are circling my entrance. I’m already tender and open from our earlier encounters, my body no longer resisting the intrusion.
“Already so ready for me,” Julian says appreciatively. “Such a good boy.”
Those words send a jolt of pleasure through me. I moan, the sound muffled as Theo guides his cock to my lips. I open for him without hesitation, taking him into my mouth with enthusiasm.
Behind me, I feel Julian positioning himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Despite how well he’s prepared me throughout the night, there’s still that initial burn as he pushes inside. He enters with one slow, steady thrust, filling me.
“Fuck,” Julian groans. “Still so tight even after everything.”
The dual sensations overwhelm me—Julian’s cock stretching me from behind, Theo’s cock heavy on my tongue. I’m caught between them, filled at both ends, and the thought alone makes my own cock throb.
Julian sets a rhythm, each thrust pushing me forward onto Theo’s length. My world narrows to these sensations: the slide of Julian inside me, the weight of Theo against my tongue, the sounds of pleasure filling the room around us.
“That’s it,” Julian says, his fingers digging into my hips. “Take us both, Elliot. Show everyone here who you really are.”
And for the first time in my life, I’m not afraid of people seeing me—the real me.