“Breed my ass,” I demand, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “Fill me up and make me come all over your chest. Show me what that gorgeous cock can do.”
His eyes flash with heat, and suddenly the power dynamic shifts. Even bound to the chair, something primal has awakened in him.
“I’m going to fill you so fucking deep,” he growls, thrusting up hard. “Want to feel you squeeze every drop out of me.”
I’m riding him harder now, abandoning any pretense of control. My thighs burn with exertion as I bounce on his cock, chasing our pleasure with single-minded focus.
“Don’t you dare stop,” he urges, straining against his restraints. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Take what you need.”
“Never like this,” I admit between ragged breaths. “Never wanted anyone to fuck me like this before.”
His cock hits that perfect spot inside me, and I cry out, my body clenching around him. “Right there, don’t stop.”
“I’m never stopping,” he promises, his voice strained. “I could fuck you forever, Julian. So good it’s criminal.”
We’re both so fucking gone—sweat-slicked and desperate, filthy words spilling between us like confessions. My untouched cock leaks between us as I grind down harder, my rhythm growing erratic.
“I’m close,” I warn, my entire body tensing. “I’m going to come all over you.”
“Yes,” he hisses, his hips pumping up frantically. “Come for me. I need to feel you squeeze my cock when you lose it.”
The pressure builds to unbearable heights until it finally shatters. I throw my head back and come untouched, my release painting hot streaks across his chest. The sight of my cum marking him triggers his climax, and I feel him pulsing deep inside me, filling me exactly as I demanded.
We both groan and growl through our release, animalistic sounds echoing off the walls. In the aftermath, something shifts inside me—something I never expected.
I crash my mouth against his. The kiss is deeply passionate, nothing like the moves I’ve made until now. This is raw, honest, terrifying in its intensity.
15
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 whosees 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.