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.
6
JULIAN
The moment Elliot’s lips close around my cock, I let out a deep groan that echoes through the room. There’s something infinitely satisfying about watching this repressed man on his knees before me, finally embracing what he’s denied himself for so long.
“That’s it,” I murmur, watching his hollowed cheeks as he takes me tentatively into his warm mouth.
His technique is a little clumsy—clearly unpracticed—but what he lacks in skill, he makes up for in enthusiasm. I tighten my grip in his hair, guiding him to a rhythm that suits me. His eyes water as he adjusts to the sensation, but he doesn’t pull away.
“Look at you,” I say, voice husky with arousal. “All those years pretending, and now you can’t get enough.”
Elliot makes a muffled sound around my cock that sends vibrations straight through me. I glance down to look at his fucking beautiful cock, it’s large and veined and so beautifully shaped. His hand subconsciously moves toward it, seeking relief.
“No,” I command, yanking his hair. “Focus on me. You don’t touch yourself unless I say so.”