Chapter 37 Elliot #2
A shiver runs through me at his words. Despite my protests, my cock twitches against my stomach, betraying my arousal at the thought.
“You like the idea,” Julian murmurs, his voice a silky caress. “Your body’s already telling me yes.”
I swallow hard. “I’m not saying no. I’m just... nervous.”
Julian smiles, that predatory curve of his lips that always makes heat pool in my belly. “Come with me.”
He leads me to the bedroom, his hand warm around mine. The California king bed with its black silk sheets awaits us like an altar.
“On your hands and knees,” Julian commands, his voice gentle but brooking no argument.
I position myself on the bed, feeling exposed and vulnerable. Julian’s hands caress my back, trailing down to my ass. He spreads my cheeks, and I gasp as his tongue makes contact with my entrance.
“Oh God,” I moan, dropping to my elbows as pleasure shoots through me.
Julian works me open with his tongue, circling and probing, making me writhe beneath him. His hand reaches around to grasp my cock, stroking in time with the movements of his tongue.
“Julian, fuck—” I pant as he pushes his tongue inside me, his hand still working my cock with maddening precision.
After thoroughly eating my ass, Julian flips me onto my back. His eyes lock with mine as he lowers his mouth onto my cock, taking me deep into his throat. I arch off the bed, overwhelmed by sensation.
“I’m going to—” I warn as the pressure builds. Julian pulls back slightly but continues sucking, his tongue swirling around the head while his hand pumps the shaft, bringing me right to the edge. Suddenly, his hand squeezes firmly at the base of my cock.
“Not yet,” he murmurs, a wicked smile on his face.
I groan, my body trembling with need. “Julian, please...”
“I need to edge you a bit,” he explains, his voice husky with desire. “Need to make sure you’re desperate before we try this.”
“I am desperate,” I pant, my cock throbbing painfully. “Are you blind?”
Julian laughs, the sound dark and promising. “Not nearly desperate enough, baby.”
He reaches for a bottle of lube on the nightstand and slicks his fingers. When he circles my entrance, I buck against his hand, seeking more pressure, more anything.
“Patience,” he whispers, sliding one finger inside me with agonizing slowness.
For what feels like hours, Julian brings me to the edge again and again – stroking my cock until I’m moaning and writhing, then stopping just before I tip over. My skin feels too tight, too hot, my entire body a live wire of sensation.
“Please,” I beg, not caring how I sound. “Julian, I can’t take it anymore.”
“You can,” he insists, kissing the inside of my thigh. “And you will.”
He reaches for something in the drawer beside the bed and pulls out a sleek black toy that curves wickedly at the tip. When he presses a button, it buzzes to life in his hand.
“Time to start preparing you properly,” Julian says, coating the vibrator with lube.
The first touch of the vibrating toy against my entrance makes me cry out. Julian works it in slowly, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my body.
“That’s it,” he encourages as I take more of the toy. “Open up for me.”
The vibrations intensify as he adjusts the settings, and I grip the sheets, my back arching off the bed.
“God, Julian—” My words dissolve into incoherent moans as he begins thrusting the toy in and out, angling it to brush me in the right place with every movement.
Julian works the vibrator in and out of me, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been stretched before. Every time I get close to coming, he pulls back, denying me release with a knowing smirk.
“Julian, please,” I whimper, my cock harder than it’s ever been in my life. It’s almost purple with need, leaking a steady stream of precum onto my stomach. The ache is unbearable, a sweet torture that has me trembling.
“Not yet,” Julian commands, twisting the vibrator to hit my prostate directly. “I need you desperate.”
I throw my head back, a strangled cry escaping my throat. “I am desperate!”
Julian slowly withdraws the vibrator, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing. He reaches for something beside the bed—a leather harness that he begins fastening around his hips and thighs.
“What are you—” My question dies in my throat as I watch him attach a medium-sized dildo above his own impressive erection. The sight should be intimidating, but instead, it sends another surge of arousal through me.
I groan, a mixture of apprehension and desperate need flooding me. God help me, I want both inside me. I need to be filled, stretched beyond what I thought possible.
Julian climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself between my spread legs. “Look at you,” he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire. “So open for me. So hungry.”
“Yes,” I admit, beyond shame now.
He leans forward, his face inches from mine. “Tell me what you want, Elliot.”
“I want you. And the dildo inside me.”
Julian’s smile is predatory as he sits back on his heels. “Are you hungry for cock, baby? Hungry enough to take two at once?”
I nod frantically, beyond words.
“Say it,” he demands, dragging his leaking cockhead over my gaping entrance in torturous circles. The sensation makes me buck my hips, trying desperately to impale myself on him.
“I’m hungry for it,” I gasp. “Please, Julian. I need your cocks inside me.”
Julian positions himself between my legs, the dildo and his cock both slick with lube. I feel the dual pressure against my entrance, my heart racing in my chest.
“Ready?” he asks, his eyes locked on mine.
I nod, unable to form words as he begins to press forward. The stretch is immediate and intense—a burning sensation that makes me gasp.
“Take it,” Julian growls, pushing inexorably forward. “Take both my cocks like the hungry slut you are.”
The pressure builds as he works himself inside me, moving slowly at first. My body resists the intrusion, clenching against the unprecedented girth filling me to excess.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” Julian hisses, his face a mask of concentration. “Relax for me, baby. Open up.”
I try to breathe through it, focusing on relaxing my muscles. When I think I can’t take any more, something gives way—my body suddenly yields.
Julian slams forward, burying both his cock and the dildo deep inside me in one brutal thrust.
I scream, my back arching off the bed as pain and pleasure collide in a blinding rush. The fullness is overwhelming—I feel split open, claimed in the most primal way possible.
“Fuck!” I cry out, my cock jerking violently between us. Without warning, my orgasm tears through me, cum erupting in thick ropes across my stomach and chest, some even hitting my chin. The intensity of it steals my breath, my vision going white at the edges.
“That’s it,” Julian growls, grinding deeper still. “Fucking come while you’re being fucked by two cocks. Look at you, so desperate you couldn’t even hold back if your life depended on it.”
I’m babbling incoherently as he begins to move, the dual penetration creating friction unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
“You like being stuffed full?” Julian pants, his hips moving in shallow thrusts. “Like having both these cocks stretching this greedy hole?”
“Yes,” I gasp, trembling as aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through me. “God, yes—so full—”
Julian’s hips snap forward with brutal force, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure-pain through my entire body. My cock, which should be spent after that explosive orgasm, is already hardening again against my stomach.
“Look at you,” Julian growls, his voice rough with arousal. “Always so proper in your gallery, showing off your pretty paintings. Now look what you’re showing off—your hungry little hole stretched around two cocks.”
I moan, unable to form coherent words. The sight of Julian above me is almost as overwhelming as the feeling of being impossibly full.
Sweat glistens on his muscled chest, highlighting the definition of his abs as they flex with each powerful thrust. His normally perfect hair falls across his forehead, and his lips are parted as he pants with exertion.
“Julian,” I finally manage, my voice breaking. “So much—feels so—”
“Too much?” he asks, slowing slightly, his eyes searching mine despite the haze of lust.
“No,” I gasp, reaching up to grab his shoulders. “More. Please.”
His smile turns predatory. “That’s what I thought. The repressed gallery owner wants to be ruined, doesn’t he? Wants to feel this tomorrow when he’s sitting down, remembering how I split him open.”
“Yes,” I hiss, my cock now fully hard again, bobbing against my stomach with each of his thrusts.
Julian groans, grinding deeper. “Fuck, Elliot. You have no idea how tight you feel. Your ass is squeezing my cock and the dildo so hard—like you’re trying to keep them both inside you forever.”
He adjusts his angle slightly, and I cry out as both his cock and the dildo find that spot that has me ready to combust.
“What would those fancy art patrons say if they could see you now?” Julian continues, his voice strained as he maintains the punishing rhythm. “Their respected Mr. Chambers, taking two cocks in his ass and begging for more.”
I meet Julian’s eyes, a new boldness surging through me despite—or perhaps because of—my vulnerable position. “Next time,” I pant between thrusts, “we should do this in one of the open showing boxes at Purgatory.”
Julian’s rhythm falters for just a moment, surprise flashing across his face before his expression transforms into something almost reverent.
“Fuck, Elliot.” His voice drops lower, rougher. “You’re perfect. You know that? Absolutely fucking perfect.”
He slams into me harder, the dual penetration making me see stars. “Wanting to be watched while you’re split open like a dirty whore. Letting everyone see what you really are.”
His words send lightning through my veins. I reach between our bodies and wrap my hand around my aching cock, stroking myself in time with his thrusts.
“Yes,” I hiss, teetering on the edge. “Want them all to see what you do to me.”
Julian’s movements grow erratic, his breathing harsh. “Everyone watching while I ruin this tight ass with two cocks. Seeing how much you love it.”
I stroke faster, pressure building at the base of my spine. Julian slams into me with brutal force, hitting my prostate with each thrust. Our gazes lock, and something electric passes between us.
“Coming,” I warn, my voice breaking.
“Me too,” Julian groans. “Fuck, Elliot—”
My second orgasm tears through me as Julian pounds into me one final time. I feel him pulsing inside me as I spill over my fist, our bodies locked together in shared ecstasy.
Julian collapses beside me, both of us panting as we try to catch our breath. I’m still trembling from the intensity of what we just shared, my body feeling both hollow and impossibly full.
After a moment, Julian pulls himself up and looks at the mess splattered across my stomach and chest. His eyes darken with renewed hunger.
“Look at the beautiful mess you’ve made,” he murmurs.
Without warning, he lowers his head and drags his tongue through the streaks of cum cooling on my skin. I gasp at the sight of him licking me clean, consuming every drop as if it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
“Julian,” I whisper, my cock giving an impossible twitch despite my two recent orgasms.
He looks up at me through his lashes, his tongue making one final sweep across my abdomen. “Delicious,” he purrs, crawling back up my body until we’re face to face.
“Want to watch your king eat his own cum from your ass?” he asks, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that makes my insides liquefy.
Despite everything we’ve already done, I feel my cheeks flush. “Yes,” I answer, my voice barely audible.
Julian smiles, that predatory curve of his lips that tells me he’s about to devour me. He moves down my body again, positioning himself between my thighs.
“Push,” he commands, spreading my cheeks with his hands.
I do as he says, bearing down slightly. I feel his cum trickling out of me, and then Julian’s hot mouth is there, lapping it up with eager strokes of his tongue. The sensation is filthy and erotic, and I moan helplessly as he continues to feast on me.
When he’s satisfied he’s gotten every drop, Julian crawls back up my body and captures my mouth in a deep kiss.
His tongue pushes past my lips, sharing the taste of both our release.
It’s salty and musky, and I should be repulsed, but instead I find myself chasing his tongue, groaning into his mouth as I taste our combined essence.