by Ella Frank
“Fucking hell,” Priest said, and Julien saw him get to his feet out of the corner of his eye and come closer. “That’s it, sweetheart. Get in nice and deep.”
Robbie crossed his ankles between Julien’s shoulder blades, and as his heels dug into Julien’s back and he arched up again, he pushed inside to the back of Julien’s throat.
“Ahh,” Robbie moaned, as Julien grabbed a handful of each ass cheek holding him in place. “God. It feels like I’m halfway down your fucking throat.”
Julien opened his eyes and drew his mouth off Robbie’s engorged length, and when he lowered Robbie back down to the mattress, he raised his eyes to see Priest ripping open a condom with his teeth.
“Come here,” Priest said to Julien, and his tone was gruff.
Julien got to his knees, where he was situated between Robbie’s spread legs, and when he was facing Priest, he reached for Julien’s cock.
“Your mouth looks well used,” Priest said, his hungry eyes zooming in on Julien’s parted lips. “I think Robbie should fuck it more often.”
Priest then rolled the condom on Julien’s aching cock, giving him a good, solid hand job as he went.
Julien grunted and looked down at Robbie, who was watching them with a hand moving against his own flesh, and a wicked smile curled Priest’s lips.
“Are you ready, Robert?”
Robbie nodded eagerly as he looked between them, and when Priest leaned in and bit at Julien’s ear, he said, “Make it last. I want to watch our princess fall apart.”
Julien’s eyes fluttered shut as Priest gave him a final stroke and moved up the bed so he could lean down and brush a kiss under Robbie’s ear.
“And you… Try not to come. You wouldn’t want to miss out on double the pleasure, would you?”
“Double the— No,” Robbie quickly decided, as Priest straightened, and Julien moved to lie down beside him.
“Good. Now why don’t you fill this empty little hole of yours. Julien’s waiting.”
ROBBIE’S ASS CLENCHED at Priest’s words and the image they conjured as he moved away from the bed and took up his spot in the chair again, and Robbie licked his lips and turned his head to look at the sexy-as-sin man beside him.
Julien had a hand wrapped around his cock and was stroking it as he watched Robbie get up onto his knees and move to straddle his thighs. When he was in place, Robbie noticed Julien’s clenched jaw, and the slight tic to it, making it more than obvious he was trying his hardest to keep himself under control—but Robbie didn’t want that.
He wanted these two feeling as out of control as he did. He wanted them to shake with how badly they wanted him, and with that thought in mind, Robbie began to play with one of his nipples as he took hold of his cock and started to stroke.
He shut his eyes and began to roll his hips as though he were doing it to the beat of some throbbing club hit. He shoved his dick through his fist and let his head fall back, and as he continued to get himself off, his lips parted and a soft moan left him.
It didn’t take long until a firm hand was on his thigh, and Robbie’s eyes opened to focus on the one under him. Julien then angled his cock upright and said, “Fuck. Tu me fais trop bander. Sit. I want to feel your ass wrapped around me.”
Damn. Robbie didn’t understand the first half of that, but there was no way he could refuse the second part. So Robbie reached down and directed Julien’s cock where he needed him. Ever so slowly, Robbie teased himself with the tip, and when Julien cursed and gritted his teeth, Robbie grinned and did it again.
“Cheeky boy,” Julien said, and Robbie touched his tongue to his top lip as he felt the head of Julien’s cock slip inside him.
“Mhmm,” Robbie said, and then rocked his hips back and forth, taking that cock further inside. “Your cheeky boy.”
At his words, Julien grabbed hold of Robbie’s ass and shoved deep inside, making him cry out. Shit, Julien felt…he felt unreal stretching him wide, filling him up. Robbie had known when he got involved with these two that sex was going to be way up there on the Richter scale. But every time? It just got better and better.
As Julien began to move under him, Robbie placed his hands on his chest and started to grind down, shifting his body until he was hitting all the right spots, and then he heard Priest moving off to the side and turned his head to see him with his legs spread and that monster cock of his in hand.
Robbie focused on it and felt his ass tighten in response. That cock is mine, he thought, and then returned his attention to Julien as he bucked up and penetrated Robbie nice and deep—and so is his.
The possessiveness he felt over both men had Robbie slicking his tongue over his lips, and when Julien ran his hands up his back and urged him down so he could kiss him, gooseflesh broke out over Robbie’s skin.
He wound his arms around Julien’s neck and opened for his tongue, and when Julien slid it inside along his, they teased and tormented one another until Robbie was writhing over the top of him.
As his erection dripped all over Julien’s stomach, Robbie tore his mouth free and said, “Deeper,” and Julien arched up off the bed and pulled Robbie even tighter to him, if it were possible.
“Dieu.”
Julien’s body vibrated against his, and Robbie kissed his way to his ear and whispered, “Embrasse-moi, Jules.” And Julien groaned as Robbie took his mouth in a fierce kiss and sucked on that full lower lip he dreamed about.
Robbie then put his hands on Julien’s chest and moved up to a seated position so he could enjoy the feel of that thick cock pulsating inside him, because—“That feels amazing…”
Julien’s breathing was coming fast as he smoothed his hands around to cup Robbie’s ass, and Robbie wrapped a hand around his cock and started to masturbate.
“Bordel, c’est trop bon. Fuck, it’s so good.”
“Yes,” Robbie agreed, and aimed a sultry look down at him, and Julien must’ve liked that, because he punched his hips up, making Robbie cry out and squeeze his eyes shut.
“You were made for this,” Julien said. “Made for me and made for Priest.”
Robbie couldn’t agree more as Julien tunneled inside him, and he had to let go of his cock to brace himself. As he did, Robbie turned his head to see Priest’s eyes locked on the both of them where they were intimately fused, and then that gaze flicked up to lock with his, and Robbie shivered at the untamed look of lust in those grey eyes.
“Shit,” Robbie said, and slammed his eyes shut.
That look and Julien’s cock? It was all too much if he wanted to hold off. So he nuzzled his lips into Julien’s neck as he kissed and sucked his way up to his ear, and Robbie shifted against him, the cock in him filling him in the most delicious way imaginable.
“So deep,” Robbie said, panting now. “You’re so deep, Jules.”
He then wound his arms around Julien’s neck, and when he braved another glance in Priest’s direction, he saw him on his feet rolling a condom down his length, and Robbie’s lips parted.
Oh fuck… Fuck.
It appeared that Priest was done with watching for the night, and that was fine with Robbie, because he was more than ready to double his pleasure.
PRIEST WASN’T SURE how he’d managed to wait as long as he had, but after seeing Robbie ride Julien like he was born to, there was no way he could wait any longer.
He walked around to the end of the bed so he could get a good look at Julien moving in and out of their man, and when he got there, Priest took a second to watch Robbie’s pretty hole swallow Julien’s cock—and what a sight it was.
He’d made sure to get Robbie nice and stretched before they’d moved in here tonight, but he had a feeling Robbie was going to enjoy the burn that would accompany what they were about to do to him next.
It had never been clearer than it was right now that Robbie was a true bottom in every sense of the word, and wasn’t that fitting, since he had such a spectacular ass. It was smooth, creamy, and right now spread open by
Julien’s hands and cock, begging for Priest to come play with it.
He put his knee on the mattress, and when it shifted, Robbie glanced over his shoulder and Priest smirked.
Yes, he thought, as Robbie licked his lips with a nervous but excited edge in his eyes. You know what’s about to happen here, don’t you, princess?
Priest moved up the bed until he was close enough to touch, and then trailed his finger over Julien’s cock as it disappeared inside Robbie and then up over Robbie’s stretched rim.
“Ahh,” Robbie said, and his entire body jerked in response.
“Fucking hell,” Priest said as he uncapped the lube and poured some down the crack of Robbie’s ass and over Julien’s dick, which continued to work him, continued to fuck him. “You two together, you make me want to lock the door and never let you out of this bed.”
Julien groaned, and Priest watched his fingers dig into Robbie’s pale skin and spread him a little wider.
“That’s it, Julien, show him off for me. Show me how pretty he is. How tight. How full…”
Robbie whimpered and shoved back, taking Julien as deep as he could get him, and never had Priest been more convinced that Robbie was made for them.
“So needy. So eager,” Priest said, and then stood on the mattress and put a foot on either side of Julien’s legs, so he was hovering over the back of Robbie.
Robbie glanced up at him, his eyes wild and dilated with how far gone he was with his own pleasure, and when Priest took his cock in hand and crouched down to tease Robbie’s full hole with the head of his dick, Robbie dropped his head forward and moaned.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it? All the cock. Greedy for it, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
Priest found Julien’s eyes then, as he slowly nudged the head of his dick against Julien where he was moving in and out of Robbie in shallow digs. Julien gripped Robbie’s cheeks and gently spread him, and as Priest bore down a little, Robbie cried out.
Priest froze, waiting for Robbie to either tell them to stop or continue, and when he turned that beautiful face up to him and nodded, Priest moved again, getting in a little deeper.
“Oh Jesus… Fuck,” Robbie said as he buried his face in Julien’s neck, and Julien ran a hand up into his hair, soothing him.
“That’s it, princesse, let him in,” Julien said. “His cock feels incroyable rubbing up against mine inside you. Let him take us over.”
Priest bore down over Robbie and eased his cock inside along the underside of Julien’s, making Julien groan.
“Ahh. God. I love it,” Robbie said. “I love having you both there…both inside me…taking me…together.” Robbie’s breath left him in bursts as Priest added a slight roll to his hips, the momentum helping him get into such a tight fit. “We’re so close…”
Priest squeezed his eyes shut, the pleasure he got from Robbie’s words filling his balls and making his legs tremble. Then he placed his lips to Robbie’s back, kissed him there, and said, “If that changes, you let us know.” And then Priest began to move.
With his hands on Robbie’s waist, Priest slid his cock out a little and then pushed it back in, sliding along Julien’s, making both men curse. He did it again, slow to start with as Robbie got used to the intrusion, and with every thrust, Robbie became more and more active between the two of them.
His hips started to move, and then that sweet, eager bottom began to swallow the two cocks like it was made for that and that alone. The sounds from all three of them then were a cacophony of groans, grunts, and growls, as they moved against each other, chasing that certain pleasure point. Then Robbie braced his hands on either side of Julien’s head and took his mouth in a bruising kiss as he steadily began to fuck back on the two of them.
Priest stilled above him, mesmerized by what he was seeing and feeling, and let Robbie use them in his desperate race to the finish line. His fingers were gripping the pillow, his mouth was destroying Julien’s, and that phenomenal ass was strangling their dicks like it wanted to kill the both of them.
It was the most erotic thing Priest had ever been a part of, and when Robbie finally tore his mouth off Julien’s and shouted, Julien slammed into that well-used hole and Priest tunneled home, both of them getting their cocks as deep inside Robbie as they could.
“You’re ours now, princess,” Priest said. “Every. Damn. Inch. Of. You.”
Robbie cried out as Priest punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips, and when Julien threaded his fingers through Robbie’s hair, Priest stroked a hand up Robbie’s spine and covered Julien’s there.
As their eyes met, Priest rolled his hips, grinding his cock over Julien’s and hitting that sweet spot inside Robbie that had him going out of his mind.
“Ah, ah, ah…” Robbie cried out. “It’s so good. Both of you…soo good…”
“Like heaven, princesse,” Julien said, and Priest added, “Like fucking heaven.”
Robbie’s body stiffened between them then, and as a shout of pure fulfillment ripped free of him, he came all over Julien.
Priest then dug his fingers into Robbie’s hips as Julien’s cock pulsed against his own, triggering Priest’s orgasm, and only seconds later, the both of them came in a rush, deep inside the only man who’d ever felt as though he belonged where he currently was.
Between them. Joining them. Completing them.
And that was exactly who, and what, Robert Bianchi had just done.
He’d become theirs, and they—Priest kissed the back of Robbie’s neck as Julien kissed his cheek—had become his.
Chapter Sixteen
CONFESSION
There is strength in numbers.
Those on the outside protecting the one within.
That is us.
One. Two. Three.
ONE WEEK LATER
“OKAY, GUYS, THIS is our new street. Memorize the address. 2405 Bel Air Road, Los Angeles, California.”
Julien stared out the back window of his mom’s sleek Mercedes-Benz, as she wound them up a twisty road that took them higher and higher with every turn. On each side of the road, houses seemed to sprout out of the ground into towers that overlooked the side of the mountain they were climbing, and Julien had never seen anything like it.
Up in the front passenger seat, his sister peered out the windshield at the mansions sprawling out ahead of her, and when they turned up one road in particular and got a view of a massive white house with a terra cotta roof, she glanced back at Julien with eyes wide as saucers.
This sure wasn’t anything like their home back in France. This was…eye-opening. Everything was so new, so expensive looking, and more than a little intimidating. Julien had known his father made good money due to their circumstances back home—well, France—but when he looked at the homes and cars parked in the driveways here, he suddenly realized why his parents hadn’t minded uprooting their kids and moving across an ocean. This partnership his dad had taken had obviously been very lucrative.
“These houses are incredible,” Jacquelyn said, the awe in her voice matching what Julien felt as he stared at the shiny cars—he counted five—that sat in the driveway they’d just passed. “I can’t believe we’re going to live here.”
“Believe it, baby girl,” their mother said, as she looked over to Jacquelyn and ran a hand down her shiny hair. “Because this right here is ours.”
Their mother turned the car into a drive that had two heavy iron gates blocking a gravel entryway to the—
“Mon Dieu,” Julien said as he sat forward in the middle seat between his mom and sister, looking up at the huge white house they’d seen from one of the bends in the road. A house that overlooked—
“That’s the Stone Canyon Reservoir,” their mom said.
“It’s gorgeous,” Jacquelyn whispered, and then looked at Julien, their faces close enough that she grabbed his cheeks between her hands and squealed. “Eeek! Can you believe we’re going to live here? It’s like…like a castle.” Then she lowered her v
oice and whispered, “Can you imagine the parties we could have here?”
As their mom punched in a code on the small box by the gate, the iron bars slowly opened and she said, “Excuse-moi? Parties?”
Jacquelyn rolled her eyes as she flopped back in her seat. “Come on, Mom. This place is parfaite for parties. It will totally help with first impressions, since we’re the newbies this year.”
She wasn’t wrong, Julien thought as their mom drove them slowly up the drive. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to the idea of starting their senior year in a brand-new school and country. It was hard enough to get through high school without being the newbies with the accents, the twins, and also gay. So yeah, he was starting to like Jacquelyn’s idea of throwing a party to win over the natives more and more.
“We’ll talk about all of that later,” their mom said as she pulled the car to a stop in a huge circular courtyard made out of—merde—marble. “But for now, how about we head inside and each find a bedroom?”
“Find one?” Jacquelyn said, and then laughed. “How many are there?”
“Eight.”
“Eight?”
“Oui,” their mom said, and waggled her perfectly shaped eyebrows as she shoved open the car door. “So don’t run off or we might lose you.”
They all got out of the car and Julien raced his sister up to the huge double glass doors of the back entrance, and they both peered inside.
“Wow,” she whispered, and then giggled. “Have you ever seen anything like this?”
“Non,” Julien said, and bumped shoulders with her. “I bet they have a library here.”
“Oh oui…” Jacquelyn said with a wistful tone to her voice. “And imagine what the kitchen is going to look like.”
“At least until you get your hands on it.”
“Uh-huh,” she said, and when their mom came up between them and inserted the key, she said to them both, “Your dad is meeting us here at six. But until then, let’s go and find you two a room.”
