16
JULIAN
I’ve never felt jealousy before. Not once. It’s a foreign emotion that burns through my chest as I watch Theo position himself on all fours in front of Elliot. I’m still buried deep inside Elliot, my cock throbbing with each of his heartbeats, I can feel pulsing around me, but my attention is fixed on Theo’s display.
“Come on, Elliot,” Theo purrs, reaching back to spread himself open. “I want to feel you inside me while Julian’s fucking you.”
My fingers dig deeper into Elliot’s hips, possessiveness surging through me. I’d imagined sharing Elliot, showing him all the pleasure his body can experience, but something uncomfortable twists in my gut watching Theo prepare for Elliot’s cock.
I’m always the one doing the fucking. It’s what I’m known for—what I excel at. I’ve never wanted to be on the receiving end. Not until now—until Elliot.
I want Elliot’s cock inside me again. I want to feel him the way Theo is about to. The desire is so contrary to everything I usually want that I almost pull out of him in shock.
“Wait,” I hear myself say, voice rougher than intended.
Elliot turns his head, looking back at me with those eyes that somehow see more of me than anyone ever has. “Julian?”
I swallow hard, fighting against the unfamiliar feeling. I’ve never been jealous of someone getting cock in their ass before. What the fuck is happening to me?
Theo looks back at us, eyebrow raised. “Problem?”
I shake my head, trying to regain my composure. “No problem,” I lie, as I watch Elliot’s cock nudge against Theo’s entrance.
But there is a problem. For the first time in my life, I’m jealous, and I don’t like the feeling.
I can’t unpack these feelings right now. Not while I’m buried deep inside Elliot, not while Theo’s positioning himself to take Elliot’s cock. The way my body craves him isn’t logical. It’s raw. Visceral. Consuming.
I tighten my grip on Elliot’s hips, feeling his body trapped between Theo and me. Mine. The thought crashes through me.
“Look at you,” I whisper into Elliot’s ear as he pushes forward into Theo. “Taking cock and giving it at the same time.”
Elliot moans, his body tensing around me as he enters Theo. I can feel every tremor, every pulse as he adjusts to the dual sensation.
“How does it feel?” I ask, rolling my hips deliberately, striking that spot inside him that makes him gasp. “Being filled while filling someone else?”
He can barely form words, just broken sounds. I’ve had countless encounters during these Hunts, but nothing like this—nothing that’s made me want to claim someone so completely.
I establish a rhythm that forces Elliot deeper into Theo with each thrust. The power of controlling both their pleasure sends electricity down my spine. This isn’t just sex—it’s ownership.
“You’re mine,” I growl, loud enough for Theo to hear. “After this Hunt ends, you’re mine alone.”
My pace increases, driving Elliot toward the edge. I reach around to cup his balls, feeling them draw up as he’s buried in Theo.
“No one else gets to have you,” I continue. “No other cock. No other ass. Just mine.”
The truth of those words settles in my chest. I’ve never wanted exclusivity before. Never needed it. But with Elliot, the thought of sharing him after the Hunt feels impossible.
Elliot suddenly tenses, his entire body going rigid between Theo and me. “Julian—wait—” he gasps, voice breaking. “I need a second. I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”
I feel his muscles clenching around my cock as he struggles to hold back. The power of making him this desperate sends a fresh wave of arousal through me. Instead of stopping, I slow my thrusts to a torturous pace, grinding deep inside him with deliberate pressure against his prostate.
“Are you going to breed Theo’s tight little asshole with your cum while I breed yours?” I whisper against his ear. “Is that what you want? To fill him up while I fill you?”
Elliot whimpers, caught between pushing back onto my cock and thrusting forward into Theo. His indecision only makes me harder.
“Answer me,” I demand, punctuating my words with a sharp snap of my hips that makes him cry out.
“Yes,” he finally admits. “Fuck, Julian—yes.”