by Ella Frank
“Ahh fuck…fuck.” Robbie’s eyes fluttered shut as he moved his hips back, clearly wanting more, and Priest turned his head and nipped at Robbie’s jaw.
“I’m impressed. Julien makes most people come just by talking to them. But you managed to hold out through his mouth, his tongue, and that talented cock of his.” Robbie moaned as Priest worked his fingers in deeper, spreading them slightly. “You waiting for my permission, Robert?”
Robbie’s eyes narrowed as Priest rubbed his body against him, making Robbie curse.
“I asked you a question. Are you waiting for my permission to come?”
Robbie reached up and clawed at Priest’s hair then, twisting it in his fingers. “Yes. You told me I had to.”
Priest leaned in and said against Robbie’s lips, “That’s right. And I’m going to make you beg me for it.”
“You wish.”
Priest removed his fingers then and grabbed the extra condom. He put it between his teeth, then took hold of Robbie’s waist, picked him up over his shoulder, and slapped him hard on the ass. And as Priest walked into the bedroom, he said, “Fine. Let’s see if my wish, or you, comes first.”
A RUSH OF air left Robbie’s lips as he was tossed over Priest’s shoulder with no trouble whatsoever, and if he hadn’t been close to coming before, then he sure as fuck was now.
God, the sheer amount of strength in Priest’s arms was off the charts hot, and Robbie felt as though he might overheat if things got any fucking hotter.
He’d been worked over so thoroughly by Julien that it was a miracle he hadn’t passed out from holding his orgasm back, because one thing was for sure: that Frenchman knew how to kiss and fuck him all over. Speaking of Julien…
As Priest walked into the master bedroom, Robbie thought he heard the sound of a faucet being shut off. But with the loud thumping of his heart and ringing going on in his head, he couldn’t be sure, and before he could think further on it, a lamp was switched on and he was tossed onto his back in the center of the mattress.
Shit. Priest looked larger than life as he stood at the end of the bed, his eyes focused solely on Robbie, that monster of a cock in his fist, then he tore open the condom packet and rolled it into place, and Robbie reached for his own shaft and started to squeeze and pull in response.
Priest matched his rhythm, and Robbie planted his feet on the bed and gave him a better view, and that was when the bathroom door opened, catching Robbie’s attention. He turned his head to see Julien walk out with a white towel wrapped around his hips and his hair slicked back from the water. The tattoos on his shoulders were dotted with droplets, and as he came around the end of the bed, Julien unhooked the towel and dropped it to the floor, revealing the long cock that had fucked Robbie so good just minutes ago.
Robbie’s eyes ate up the scene unfolding in front of him. These two, fully naked and erect, were like gods come down to plunder all mortals—or at least hopefully me. There were hard muscles and hard cocks, and when Julien finally reached Priest, his husband turned to him, and shit, they were done holding back.
Priest took hold of Julien’s face and slammed their mouths together in a bruising kiss that resembled two lightning bolts striking and burning up the sky. They each ate at the other’s mouth as hands were fisted in hair and grabbing hips, and tongues dueled for supremacy until, finally, Priest tore his mouth free.
“Enough,” Priest said, but Julien stroked a hand over that enormous shaft, making a strangled sound of frustration leave Priest. It appeared that the ever-controlled one was finally coming to the end of his patience.
“With you it’s never enough,” Julien said, then he bit at Priest’s jaw as he let him go, and they both turned on Robbie.
Robbie had been working his cock through that entire show—because fuck, who wouldn’t—and when both men put a knee on the bed and started coming for him, he bit his lip and pumped faster.
“Careful, princesse,” Julien said, and his voice—oh, that silky-smooth voice—had Robbie arching up off the mattress, desperate for someone to touch him. “Don’t want to come just yet. There’s still so much we want to do to you. You want that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Robbie said, and barely recognized his own voice. “Yes, I want that.” His eyes didn’t know where to look as Julien and Priest got closer, but when Julien moved up by Robbie’s hip and Priest stayed down in front of his spread legs, Robbie let his eyes zoom in on the one who was closer—Julien.
“Good,” Julien said, and then looked down at the hand Robbie was frantically moving up and down. “Now spread your legs for us.”
Robbie let his legs fall wide, and as Priest moved up in between them, he caught Robbie’s eye and then lowered his head and sucked one of Robbie’s balls into his mouth.
“Ahh…shit,” Robbie said, and shoved his hips off the bed as Julien whispered, “Move your hands. Let me.”
Robbie let go of himself, and not a second later, Julien’s hand was there and he was bending over to swallow Robbie to the back of his throat.
Robbie squeezed his eyes shut at the sensations coursing through his body, until he realized what he was missing out on seeing and opened them back up. Just in time, too, because both men raised their heads and kissed, right there between Robbie’s legs, their tongues flicking over the head of his dick to do it.
A groan left one of them, Robbie couldn’t have said which, and then they each went back to what they’d been doing: Julien swallowing Robbie like he’d been made to, and Priest sucking at his balls. It wasn’t until a finger entered the mix and, well, him, that Robbie cried out, grabbed hold of Julien’s head, and started to move, his hips pumping up into the mouth surrounding it while Priest stretched him with one, two, three, then—
Fuck.
Robbie slammed his eyes shut and curled his toes, wondering if it was possible to die from being overstimulated until finally he heard himself shouting, “Stop. Fuck. Stop. I need…I need something in me.”
Julien was the first to stop. He raised his head and then came up to lie beside Robbie. “Stop?” he asked, and Robbie swore fire had replaced the blood in his veins, because he was seriously overheating.
“No, I…it’s just I was about to come. But I—” And just as Robbie was about to say more, Priest shifted between his legs and took up Julien’s previous position, sucking Robbie’s cock to the back of his throat as he thrust his fingers in deep.
Robbie shouted as his eyes flew down to the flame of hair nestled between his thighs, and he grabbed it, still not quite believing what he was seeing. Fucking hell, that was Priest down there and damn, he was fucking talented. “Jesus…”
Julien took Robbie’s chin between his fingers, and as they looked at each other, he leaned in and said against Robbie’s lips, “He’s about to fuck you real good, princesse. Hold on.”
Hold on? Robbie didn’t know if he could anymore. But one thing he did know was that his brain was shutting down. He was done using it. All he wanted was to let go and feel. So with his hands in Priest’s hair and his hips writhing around on the bed, Robbie attacked Julien’s mouth as he fucked into Priest’s.
As the orgasm built, it raced down his spine to his balls. Robbie squeezed his eyes shut, and just as he was about to explode on Priest’s tongue, the mouth surrounding him vanished and was replaced by a viselike grip at the root of his shaft, denying him—keeping that orgasm at bay.
Julien tore his mouth free and rolled to his back, and Robbie wanted to scream, No! No, no, no! He wanted to pull his hair out at the revolt in his body. The sexual frustration that flooded him had him glaring up at Priest, who was now kneeling, and before he thought better of it, Robbie said, “You asshole. Let me come.”
The curl that morphed Priest’s red, swollen mouth was as sensual as it was sinister, and it sent a jolt of lust mixed with anger to Robbie’s aching balls.
“Get on your hands and knees.” Priest’s order was arrogant, and his voice should’ve been a warning to fucking r
un, but there was no way Robbie was going anywhere but to his hands and goddamn knees. He needed to come or he was positive he might die.
He rolled over, and when he saw Julien sitting with his back against the headboard and his legs spread, working himself over, Robbie knew exactly where he wanted to go. He crawled between Julien’s thighs, and when his face was level with Julien’s cock, Robbie didn’t stop and ask—he licked a path right up it.
“Dieu,” Julien muttered, and Robbie looked up to see Julien’s eyes focused on him. “Come up here. Give me your mouth.”
Robbie moved so his hands were on either side of Julien’s hips, and then tilted his head up and kissed him. It was sweet, chaste, and, considering what was about to happen, a bit of a mind fuck, as two large hands landed on Robbie’s hips, making him moan. “Please…”
Julien chuckled. “So polite, princesse.” He then looked over Robbie’s shoulder to where Priest was now in position and said, “Give it to him, Joel. He’s begging for it.”
Robbie felt the wide head of Priest’s covered cock nudge against his entrance, and clutched at the sheets on either side of Julien’s hips as the delicious burn of Priest’s intrusion rushed over him. The sting of it made his eyes water, and at the exact moment Julien took Robbie’s mouth in another blistering kiss, Priest tunneled all the way inside.
“Fuck,” Robbie cried out against Julien’s lips. “Oh fuck, you’re big,” he said, as he buried his face against Julien’s chest.
Julien’s hand in Robbie’s hair began to massage him down to his neck, then along his spine to his ass, where Priest was lodged, and as the penetration became familiar, as it became a welcome kind of pain, Robbie began to move.
He raised his head and nuzzled at Julien’s nipple, licking and biting as Priest’s fingers dug into him and his cock dragged free before plowing back inside of him. Robbie stumbled slightly and ended up with his cheek smashed to Julien’s chest, but then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Priest lean over the top of him and start to kiss Julien—and fucking hell, that was hot.
They were all so close, all so connected, and as the two of them really started to go at each other over the top of him, Priest’s hips began to thrust harder and faster inside Robbie—and fuck, he was thick.
Robbie dropped his head, squeezing his eyes shut as the monster in his ass drilled him over and over, seemingly imprinting itself there, and he couldn’t get enough. He felt insatiable. He wanted every inch of skin he could get from these two, and when Robbie realized his lips were right by the head of Julien’s cock, he couldn’t stop himself from sucking on him, and the erotic sound that he pulled from Julien was unreal. Half groan, half shout, but all pleasure.
Julien’s hands tightened in Robbie’s hair, and as he yanked Robbie up and took his mouth in a kiss, Priest made a savage sound behind them and finally unleashed all of that well-coiled control he’d been keeping in check.
The hands on Robbie’s hips were full of strength and control as Priest held him exactly where he wanted him and began to take Robbie in a way he’d never been taken before.
With what seemed like an endless amount of power and stamina, Priest rode him hard and fast, then slow and deep, until at one point he was so far inside Robbie that he couldn’t tell where Priest started and he ended. It was at that moment that Priest grabbed Robbie’s shoulder and hauled him back so he could kiss him, and growled against his mouth, “Your ass feels like fucking heaven. Worth every fucking argument, you were.”
When he let him go, Priest gave a hard thrust forward, pushing Robbie up against Julien, who took his lips in a hot kiss, and Priest began a steady grind.
Robbie cried out as Priest’s cock massaged over his prostate, and then said, “Please. God, Priest. I can’t…I can’t…not anymore.”
Robbie craned his head back, and Priest cupped him under the chin and said, “Begging, yes?”
Robbie nodded eagerly, not giving a fuck anymore. He was begging.
“Good. Then wrap your lips around Julien and a hand around your cock. I think it’s time we all came.”
Priest kissed him hard, and when he let him go, Robbie did as he was told and immediately took Julien between his lips and started to desperately milk his own cock. Then, over the groans and harsh breathing filling the room, Robbie heard, “Come, Julien.”
Julien’s body tensed at Priest’s words and his fingers tightened in Robbie’s hair, and then he exploded on Robbie’s tongue with a hoarse shout of pure ecstasy, filling Robbie’s mouth with his pent-up lust.
Robbie’s ass was burning, his cock was now painfully hard, and when Priest smoothed a hand up to his shoulder and hauled him upright, Julien got to his knees, took hold of Robbie’s cock, and then kissed him.
The feeling of being one hundred percent surrounded was sublime, and Robbie let the euphoria of it take him over as he held on to Julien’s arms, then Priest said against his ear, “Come for us, Robert,” and just like that, as though Robbie’s body understood it was no longer his own, the orgasm he’d somehow kept a hold of finally detonated.
As he shouted out his release, Robbie’s ass tightened around the cock that had claimed it, and he saw Julien’s eyes shift to Priest. Forceful fingers dug into Robbie’s hips as Priest lodged his cock deep and hard, and he roared with the satisfaction of a fucking lion.
Never could Robbie have guessed how he’d feel in that moment, because he didn’t quite believe it himself. But as he knelt there between two men he never could’ve imagined himself between, he felt as though he’d finally found home.
Chapter Nineteen
CONFESSION
Cucumbers should only ever be eaten.
The end.
A QUIET TAP tap tap had Robbie’s eyes opening hours later to a room awash in soft city lights. He stretched under the sheets that were drawn up over his hips, and as he did, he felt an arm wrap around his waist and a warm body mold itself along his back.
“Mmm, you smell good, princesse. Like…us.”
Julien. Robbie couldn’t help the lazy smile that stretched across his lips, as he leaned into the solid wall of muscle behind him, his tender ass nestling into Julien’s groin. His body felt lethargic, relaxed, and well used. In short, he’d never felt more satisfied in his life.
Again the quiet tap tap tap caught Robbie’s attention, and when his eyes adjusted, he spotted Priest over in a far corner at a small desk with earbuds in, a lamp switched on, and his laptop open in front of him.
“He doesn’t sleep well,” Julien said.
Robbie tensed a little in his arms. “Always?” he asked, because the one other time he’d stayed over, Priest had also been awake and dressed when Robbie had woken.
Is it because I’m here? Did he want me to go?
“Always,” Julien said, and Robbie immediately relaxed. “He never sleeps well, so he works.”
Robbie frowned as he settled again in Julien’s arms. “Why doesn’t he sleep well? Insomnia?”
“That’s a question for him,” Julien said, as his lips ghosted along the back of Robbie’s neck. “But you should ask him one day. He’ll tell you.”
Robbie wasn’t so sure about that. No matter how close the three of them had gotten last night, there was still something about Priest that made him wary. That had him on guard. More so than with Julien, who was so easy to be with, so easy to talk to.
“I don’t know,” Robbie said, and glanced back at Julien. “He’s so…different to anyone I’ve met before. I don’t know how to talk to someone like him.”
Julien’s eyes smiled along with his mouth, as he brushed a kiss across Robbie’s lips. “You’re doing just fine, trust me. He is different, and there are reasons for that, but, Robbie?”
“Yeah?”
“You will never find another person who cares more than Priest. If there’s someone he can help, someone he can make a difference for, he’ll do it. He’s not easy to understand, that’s true. But once you do, you’ll wonder why it took you so lon
g.”
The love in Julien’s words was so apparent that it made Robbie’s eyes mist over. It was beautiful.
“Sometimes,” Julien said, and then grinned, “you’ll find him over there working. And other times, he’ll be in watching his fish.”
“Really?” Robbie said with a laugh.
“Oui. I think he secretly talks to them. They help him unwind.”
Robbie shook his head as he looked back to Priest, who was frowning at his computer screen. “I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: he is a strange, strange man.”
The hand on Robbie’s waist tugged him back, tucking him in closer to Julien’s body. “He is, but in the best ways imaginable, wouldn’t you agree?”
Robbie snorted softly. “I don’t know about that.”
“Now, now, no need for pretenses, princesse. Your ass is cradling my cock and my hand can feel yours stiffening. You can admit it, you like him,” Julien said, and nuzzled into Robbie’s ear, making him shiver.
“I do,” Robbie heard himself say, and caught his own surprise at the two words.
“You sound just like me when I realized the same thing. But it sneaks up on you. Priest has this innate ability to make you forget everything bad when he’s around. He takes control. He lifts the burden and worry from you and allows you to just be. He makes you feel safe because he’s always rock steady. And that’s a truly powerful gift.”
A long silence passed between them, save the tap tap tap, and then Robbie whispered, “Is that what happened with you?”
Julien nodded. “You were right the other night when you said he saved me. I was lost that day, and many days before that, and he found me just in time…”
As Julien’s words trailed off, Robbie let them go. Whatever Julien was speaking of, it was obviously intensely personal, and though Robbie was lying naked in the man’s arms, he wasn’t sure it was his place to ask more. It did, however, have him wondering why Priest was the way he was. What made a man so different to those around him? So closed off at times? Vaultlike. Julien had told him to ask, but Robbie wasn’t sure he’d ever have the nerve.
