Chapter 19 Elliot
ELLIOT
I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life.
Julian’s cock fills me as I move in his lap, the delicious stretch and fullness making my head spin. When I gather enough courage to look around the table, the contrast in reactions hits me like a punch to the gut.
Several guests visibly recoil from our display.
Mrs. Patterson, that pillar of Ravenwood society, covers her mouth with her napkin like she might vomit at the sight of me—Elliot Chambers, respectable art dealer—being fucked by another man.
Councilman Morrison’s face twists with such revulsion that he turns his chair away.
“Disgusting,” someone whispers, loud enough for me to hear.
A month ago, that single word would have shattered me. Now, with Julian’s hands gripping my hips and Theo’s fingers teasing my cock, I can’t find it in me to care. The judgment in their eyes makes this more delicious.
But not everyone shares their disgust.
Ms. Chen leans forward in her chair, her pupils dilated, and her lips parted.
She shifts in her seat, pressing her thighs together in a way that makes it obvious she’s enjoying our display.
Beside her, Addison Pike can’t seem to look away.
Her breathing has quickened, fingers repeatedly touching the pearls at her throat as she watches Julian’s cock disappear inside me.
Councilman Torres, who built his entire campaign on family values, stares at us with undeniable hunger. District Attorney Bateman adjusts himself under the table while his eyes track every movement of my exposed cock like he wants to suck on it—fuck, it makes me even harder.
“They want what you have,” Julian whispers in my ear, thrusting deeper. “They’re jealous.”
This is me. This is what I’ve always wanted. This is heaven.
Julian grips my hips harder, lifting me slightly before slamming me back down onto his cock. The pain mingles with pleasure so intense I see stars.
“Look at them,” Julian hisses in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. “Show them how perfectly you surrender. Let them witness what only I get to have.”
My body moves with increasing confidence, finding a rhythm that makes Julian curse under his breath.
“That’s it, baby. Arch your back for me.” Julian’s teeth graze my earlobe. “Let them see what a perfect little cockslut you are. My cockslut.”
The crude words ignite something primal in me. I arch my back as commanded, pushing my ass deeper onto his thick length, taking him to the hilt.
“Fuck, yes,” I gasp, loud enough for everyone to hear.
Theo watches us with hooded eyes. “He’s beautiful like this,” he tells Julian, but his eyes are fixed on mine.
“They’ve never seen anything like you,” Julian murmurs, his fingers digging bruises into my thighs. “A hunter becoming prey. Look how they stare. Some want to be you. Others want to be me. And the rest wish they dared to admit what they really desire.”
I roll my hips, deliberately putting on a show now. My movements become more exaggerated, obscene. I throw my head back, exposing my throat to Julian’s hungry mouth. When he bites down on my pulse point, I don’t stifle my groan.
“That’s it,” Julian growls against my skin. “Let them hear how good my cock feels inside you. Let them see what happens when you finally stop lying to yourself.”
I’m dizzy with freedom, drunk on the power of finally being seen. For years, I’ve hidden in shadows, and now I’m bathed in light—impaled on Julian’s cock, performing for the elite of Ravenwood, and loving every second of it.
I gasp as movement across the table catches my eye.
Councilman Torres, the man who ran three campaigns on protecting traditional values, is unzipping his pants under the table.
My jaw nearly drops as he pulls out his cock, long and flushed, and begins stroking it slowly.
His eyes never leave mine, not even glancing at the naked women being pleasured around us.
It’s me he’s watching—me taking Julian’s cock, me moaning without shame.
“Julian,” I whisper, my voice breaking as he thrusts up particularly deep. “Look at Torres.”
Julian chuckles darkly against my neck. “I told you. The biggest homophobes are usually the ones who want it most.”
The councilman’s hand moves faster now, his breathing visibly labored. The hypocrisy should disgust me, but instead, it fuels my arousal. This man, who publicly condemned homosexual deviancy, is jerking off to the sight of me riding another man’s cock.
My eyes drift to District Attorney Bateman. His hand is under the table too, but he hasn’t dared to expose himself. Instead, he’s palming his obvious erection, eyes fixed on where Julian enters me.
“They’re watching me,” I say, wonder filling my voice. “Not the women—me.”
“Of course they are,” Julian growls, tightening his grip. “You’re the forbidden fruit they’ve all wanted to taste.”
Bateman’s wedding ring catches the light as his hand moves against his concealed erection.
“All these years,” I pant, rolling my hips to take Julian deeper, encouraged by our audience, “I thought I was alone.”
Torres bites his lip, his hand now a blur. He doesn’t care who sees—his entire focus is on my pleasure, on my surrender.
“You were never alone,” Julian whispers. “Just blind.”
Julian’s grip on my hips turns brutal as his pace quickens. He’s driving into me with such force that the entire table shakes, causing silverware to rattle against fine China.
“Harder,” I beg, shameless now in front of everyone. “Fuck me harder.”
He obliges, slamming me down onto his cock with a growl that sounds almost bestial. The head of his cock hits that sweet spot inside me repeatedly, making my cock twitch in Theo’s grip, as he strokes me in rhythm with Julian’s thrusts. The dual stimulation is pushing me rapidly toward the edge.
“I’m going to—” My warning dissolves into a strangled cry as my orgasm hits with devastating force. Every muscle goes tense, and ropes of cum shoot from my cock, splashing across the table. Some lands on the untouched plate, painting the gourmet meal with pearly streaks.
Julian laughs. “Look at that. You’ve seasoned dinner for me.”
I’m trembling with aftershocks when he removes his mask and reaches forward, dragging his fingers through my release. With his other arm locked around my waist to keep me impaled on his cock, he brings his cum-coated fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.
“Fucking delicious,” he groans. “But I want more.”
To my shock, Julian reaches for the plate. He picks up a morsel of food covered in my cum and holds it up.
“I want to eat that food covered in your cum, baby.”
He pops it into his mouth, groaning obscenely as he chews and swallows. His cock twitches inside me as he takes another bite, and another, devouring my release with obvious pleasure.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growls.
His thrusts become erratic, his breathing harsh against my neck. “I’m going to fill you up,” he pants. “Mark you from the inside.”
With a final, brutal thrust, Julian buries himself completely inside me and groans. I feel his cock pulse, flooding me with hot spurts of cum.
Julian reaches around to grab my chin, his fingers digging into my jaw as he wrenches my face to the side.
His lips crash against mine in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue—messy, demanding, consuming.
He licks into my mouth hungrily, as if he can’t get enough even after everything we’ve already shared.
“Mine,” he growls against my lips, loud enough for everyone to hear.
I’m still trying to catch my breath, my body hypersensitive from my orgasm, and yet I kiss him back with equal fervor. His possessiveness should frighten me, but instead it sends a fresh wave of desire through my spent body.
When he finally pulls back, his eyes are wild, filled with a hunger that doesn’t make sense.
Why me? Julian Frost could have anyone in this room—any woman, any man.
I’ve seen him at countless Purgatory events with beautiful women hanging off his arm.
For years, I’d assumed he was bisexual as I’d seen him engage with Theo but he seemed primarily interested in women.
The way he’d flirt at events, always leaving with a stunning date on his arm.
Yet here he is, treating me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever touched, the most delicious meal he’s ever tasted. There’s an obsessive quality to the way his fingers keep returning to my face, my neck, my chest—like he needs to remind himself that I’m real constantly.
“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you,” he murmurs against my ear.
I don’t understand what he sees in me. I’m just Elliot Chambers—the guy who’s been hiding his entire life, who’s never been brave enough to live honestly. But the way Julian looks at me makes me feel like I’m something rare, something worth claiming in front of all these people.
God help me, I’m already craving more of him. Each touch, each possessive mark of his hands feels like a drug I didn’t know I needed until now. One taste of Julian Frost and I’m already addicted.