by Ella Frank
He wrapped his hand around Julien’s shaft, and as he slowly drew his tongue up the underside of it to the wet head, fingers slid through his hair and twisted. He wasn’t sure if they were Julien’s or Priest’s, and he really didn’t care at that stage. Robbie parted his lips and sucked the head of Julien until a groan hit his ears, and Robbie looked up to see not only Julien’s eyes on him, but Priest watching him with a savage kind of passion that made Robbie really want to please them.
With that, he lowered his eyes, and lips, down Julien’s entire length until he was as far as he could get inside Robbie’s mouth, and that plump head was now against the back of his throat.
“Goddamn, that’s fucking hot,” Priest said, and when Robbie drew his lips up Julien’s shaft to the tip, Priest reached down and circled the base of Julien’s cock, aiming it at Robbie’s mouth. “Again, princess. Do that again.”
And Robbie did. Over and over, he sucked on Julien until the gorgeous Frenchman was fisting Robbie’s hair and fucking into his mouth at a steady tempo.
“God, Julien,” Priest said, and Robbie flicked his eyes open to see Priest move his hand back to Julien’s hip. “You’re fucking flawless.”
Fuck yes he is, Robbie thought, and then Priest finally started to move again, his hips thrusting with a force that had Julien’s body shifting forward, and Julien tightened his leg around Robbie.
“Ahh,” Julien cried out, his head falling back on Priest’s shoulder. “That feels…ahh… Dieu.”
Robbie wrapped his arm around Julien’s leg, his fingers gripping Julien’s ass as he moved his mouth up and down the pulsing cock in his mouth. Then he trailed his fingers between Julien’s spread cheeks to where Priest’s thick, bare—fuck, he’s bare—shaft was moving in and out of Julien, and Robbie knew he was about to lose it.
This was all too fucking much, and he could feel his orgasm filling his balls. Then both of Julien’s hands were in Robbie’s hair and his cock was sliding in along his tongue as Priest thrust forward. With a shout loud enough that the neighbors likely heard, Julien stiffened and came, shooting hot jets of cum onto Robbie’s tongue, triggering Robbie’s own orgasm without anyone touching his cock or telling him to do so. But instead of being reprimanded tonight, Robbie’s release only spurred the final person in this union to blow.
Priest’s hand tightened on Julien’s hip, and as Robbie removed his mouth, his eyes roved up over the two men now lost in one another. Priest wound an arm around Julien’s shoulders and began to roll his hips over and over, sinking his cock deeper and deeper until, finally, Priest’s eyes found Robbie’s, inviting him to share this moment as Priest stiffened behind Julien and exploded inside him with a shout.
It was one of the most erotic sights Robbie had ever seen, and as he stared up at the two of them, he wondered how the hell he’d ended up being the lucky one in their bed to share it.
As the breathing in the room slowed to even instead of out of control, Robbie moved out from the glorious haven he’d burrowed into for the past however many minutes or hours he’d been down there, and moved up the bed until his head was on the same pillow as Julien’s.
He ran his fingers all over Julien’s sticky stomach and smiled at the two men now looking at him—Julien with a satisfied look of contentment and Priest, who was kissing along Julien’s shoulder, his eyes still a little wild, still a little feral after that taking.
“Wow…” Robbie said, and then grinned. “That was… That was fucking incredible.”
A purr rumbled out of Julien as Priest kissed his ear. “That means he agrees but can’t remember how to speak.”
Julien’s eyes fluttered closed, and Robbie brought his fingers up to get a final taste of Julien’s cum. Priest didn’t miss the move.
“Greedy,” Priest said, and Robbie nodded, unashamed over how much he liked the taste of something French on his tongue. “Go to sleep, Robert. Your little hole is too sore for what your eyes are inviting.”
“But if it wasn’t?” Robbie said, and Priest chuckled.
“If it wasn’t, Julien would’ve been in there instead of your mouth just now.”
“Fuck…”
“Sleep now. You need it.” Priest rolled over, and as he got out of the bed, Robbie looked up at him.
“Where are you going?” Robbie watched Priest pull on his black pants, the muscles in his back flexing and shifting, reminding him how powerful this man was.
“I’m going to do some work. But you both need rest.” Priest reached for the covers and pulled them up over Robbie and Julien, and then switched off the bedside lamp.
Robbie watched as Priest walked over to his desk and switched on a smaller lamp with a softer glow, and as he sat down, Robbie turned to his side and Julien automatically wrapped an arm around his waist.
The last thing Robbie remembered hearing as he drifted off to sleep was the soft tap tap tap of a man who was a little less strange to him tonight—and a whole lot of wonderful.
Chapter Twenty-Five
CONFESSION
Everybody loves an encore…
ROBBIE WOKE TO a warm set of lips moving down his spine, and as his eyes opened, he saw the sun was already up and streaming in through the window. He stretched his legs under the sheets, and as he burrowed his face deeper into the soft pillow, he could smell Priest’s soap, and Julien’s shampoo, on them—or was it the other way around? He didn’t know, but a stupid kind of smile hit his lips when the sheet was tugged free and a warm body came down over the top of his.
He wasn’t sure who it was, but right then he didn’t much care, as the pressure of having a solid body pressing him into the mattress became more insistent. Robbie arched up against the muscles holding him down, and when a hand planted itself by his face and he saw the tanned skin, he knew in an instant who was behind him—Julien.
“Bonjour, princesse,” Julien whispered over Robbie’s ear, and then kissed him under it. “It’s time to wake up. You said eight, oui?”
Robbie opened his eyes and nodded. “I did.” He was going to meet his ma at nine over at The Daily Grind.
“That’s what I thought.” Julien brushed his lips over Robbie’s. “Well, it’s seven thirty. So that means you have thirty minutes to spare.”
Robbie rolled over to his back, and once he was there, he parted his legs and Julien—
“Ahh, God,” Robbie said as Julien fitted himself perfectly between Robbie’s naked thighs, and the feel of his cotton yoga pants against Robbie’s sensitive skin made his morning erection come to full attention.
“Mmm, you feel so good, princesse. I like having you under me like this,” Julien said, and nipped at Robbie’s chin.
Robbie ran his hands down Julien’s sides and under his pants to cup his ass, and when he pulled him closer and bowed up to rub his cock against Julien’s, he said, “You feel good on top of me.”
Julien sucked on Robbie’s lower lip. “Put a leg around my waist, beautiful, and I’ll make you feel even better.”
Robbie eagerly wound a leg around Julien and brought his hands up to wrap them around his neck. Julien took his mouth in a delicious kiss that made Robbie’s toes curl and his cock leak all over Julien, and then Julien reached down and shoved his pants to his thighs, freeing his cock of all restrictions. Julien sucked two of his fingers into his mouth then reached down to rub them between Robbie’s ass cheeks.
“Ahh…” Robbie moaned, as he pushed his head back on the pillow and thrust his hips against Julien’s.
“Feel good?” Julien asked.
Robbie nodded and grinned. “Encore.”
Julien’s eyes flared. He liked that Robbie had caught onto that. Julien then did as requested and ran the pads of his fingers over Robbie’s hole again, and on the third go around, he added a thrilling pressure that had the tips penetrating Robbie.
“Fuck,” Robbie said, and then jammed his hips up, wanting those fingers all the way in him. Julien slammed their mouths together and slid his middle and inde
x finger in as deep as he could get them.
“Oh God. Oh God,” Robbie chanted as he started to roll his hips. He held on to Julien as tight as he could with both his arms and legs, and as Julien began to finger-fuck him toward an epic orgasm, Robbie became aware of Priest entering the bedroom.
He was dressed for work in a grey three-piece suit that matched his stormy eyes, and as he stopped by the side of the bed, both Robbie and Julien turned their heads to look at him.
Priest took a sip of his coffee and then lowered his eyes over the two of them. Right as his gaze landed on the leg Robbie had hiked up, Julien massaged Robbie’s prostate once, twice, and then hell, it was all over.
Both of them shouted as they came all over one another, and then Julien let out a shaky “Putain” and pressed a kiss to Robbie’s cheek as he slowly removed his fingers.
“Having a good morning?” Priest asked.
Robbie’s leg slid off Julien’s hip, and he nodded. “Uh, yeah.”
Priest took another sip of his coffee, and Robbie’s eyes moved down over him, and when he saw he was hard in those fancy dress slacks of his, Robbie couldn’t stop himself from reaching down and playing with himself again.
Julien chuckled as he pulled his pants up, got off the bed, and walked to Priest. He kissed him on the cheek, which only served to make Robbie’s eager cock impossibly stiff all over again.
“This morning was a freebie, Robert. That,” Priest said, indicating the erection Robbie was now working, “you better keep until I tell you otherwise.”
“I have to go and take a shower,” Julien said, and then looked down at Robbie and winked. “You’re welcome to join me if you like, princesse. We can conserve water.”
As Julien walked into the bathroom, Robbie stretched his naked body under Priest’s lustful gaze and then shifted to the edge of the bed and stood.
When they were at eye level, Robbie reached for Priest’s coffee mug, which was almost empty, and finished it off before licking his lips. “I always wake up happy here. Thank you for that.”
Priest took Robbie’s chin between his fingers and lowered his lips to his. “Go and get in the shower, Robert. Before I get in you.”
Robbie grinned and then stepped around Priest, and as he walked toward the bathroom, he added an extra swing to his hips as he called over his shoulder, “Promises, promises.”
LATER THAT MORNING, Julien stood in the kitchen of his restaurant and brought a spoon to his mouth to taste the bordelaise sauce with mushrooms that his sous chef, Andre, had just prepared. They were going over the menu to reach the level of excellence Julien expected from his right-hand man, and when the bordelaise hit his taste buds, he had to admit, it was superbe.
“This is fantastic, Andre.”
“Merci,” Andre said, and stirred the sauce around the skillet. “Are you excited for the opening next month?”
“Oui,” Julien said, as he put the spoon down and wiped his hands on his apron. “It’s going to be a busy couple of weeks leading up to it, though. I have some guys coming out next Monday to update the website, then Wednesday we have a meeting with the entire staff for the first time, and then we have Fine Dining coming Thursday to take photos of the staff and restaurant for the feature spread. After that goes live, the secret is out. It’s all starting to feel very real.” And slightly stressful.
There was already buzz online about the possibility of a new location—there had been ever since he’d left his L.A. location in the hands of his brand-new executive chef and told the press he was moving on to new projects. And the second this was announced, Julien knew they’d be booked for months within seconds—including at least a dozen of the top food critics.
In a world-class culinary city like Chicago, the first months were crucial. Restaurants opened daily, and you either succeeded or went down in flames, and considering the press coverage he knew would surround this opening, Julien did not fancy the idea of anything other than succeeding.
“We won’t let you down,” Andre said. “You know everyone is excited to be involved and working here with you. JULIEN is going to cause a frenzy amongst the Chicago foodies.”
“We can only hope.” Julien’s phone began to vibrate in his pocket, and when he pulled it out and saw it was Priest, he said, “I’ll be right back,” and headed out of the kitchen.
When he was in the hallway, Julien hit accept and brought the phone up to his ear. “Miss me already, do you?”
“I do, actually,” Priest said and then chuckled, and Julien smiled. “But that’s not why I’m calling.”
“Non?” Julien said as he walked out into the main dining room and took a seat in one of the booths.
“No. I’m calling about next week, Friday? Do you want me to get the tickets?”
Julien frowned. He really didn’t want—
“Julien? The tickets?”
“Oui, you should get them.” Because I most certainly won’t. But then he had a thought. “Do you think…” He paused.
“Julien?”
“Sorry, I was just thinking.”
“About?”
“Do you think Robbie would want to come with us?” And the more the idea settled in and took root, the more it felt…right. Robbie was a burst of sunshine on the coldest of days, and that was exactly what Julien would need next week. A burst of sunshine and a steady hand to hold him upright.
“I’m not sure any of us would want to go. But I’m sure Robert would like to be there for you, if you asked him.” Priest went quiet for a moment and then said, “Speaking of Robert, how was he this morning when you dropped him off? He seemed to be in high spirits when he left the condo, all things considered.”
“He was,” Julien agreed. “He said his ma left him a text saying she visited his nonna early this morning and she’s doing well. But he has a feeling his ma is going to tell him his nonna is going to be moving into a retirement community when she leaves rehab, which would mean—”
“He will need a new place to live,” Priest finished, and Julien realized he was right. He’d been so focused on other things that that thought hadn’t even occurred to him.
“Oui. He will.”
“Are you thinking what I am?” Priest asked, and the smile was evident in his voice.
“I believe I am, mon amour. We just need to see how he feels about it all. It’s moving very fast. He’s still thinking about us in general.”
“No, he’s not,” Priest said, arrogant as ever. “He’s been thinking about us since December, and he made the final decision in the hospital waiting room yesterday when he asked to come home with us.”
Priest was right, because one thing Julien knew to be true was that when he was in trouble or needed someone to lean on, the person he always went to was Priest—and last night, Robbie had come to them.
“Leave it with me. Since he’s down here by the office, I’ll see if he can stop by and we’ll call you.”
“Okay,” Julien said, feeling much better having something to look forward to other than next Friday.
“Je t’aime,” Priest said, and Julien smiled.
“Je t’aime aussi. Talk to you soon.”
“Yes, you will.”
“MY BEAUTIFUL BOY,” Robbie’s ma greeted him with that thick Italian accent he loved, as she slid out of a booth at The Daily Grind and got to her feet. “Come give your mother a hug.”
A couple of inches shorter than himself, Robbie’s ma moved up to her tiptoes to wrap her arms around him. Her hair was styled into short, thick layers that kicked up at the nape of her neck, and was highlighted in shades of browns and blonds to offset the silver streaked throughout.
Robbie kissed her, and when he pulled away, she beamed up at him with a wide smile and twinkling blue eyes that matched his own. She patted one of his cheeks and gestured to the booth. As they both took a seat, she reached across the table and took Robbie’s hands in hers.
“How are you? I feel like I haven’t seen you for months.”
“I saw you a couple of weeks ago,” he said.
“Yes, but that was hardly long enough,” she said. “It’s never long enough with you.”
Robbie rolled his eyes. “You say that to all your children.”
“But I only mean it with you,” she said with a wink, and Robbie grinned.
“Well, that’s true. They all know you love me best, so…” Robbie glanced at the lines at the register. “Did you already order?”
“No, I was waiting for you.”
“Oh, okay, let me go get it. Do you want anything to eat?”
“No thanks, baby. Just a coffee would be lovely.”
Robbie put their order in, waved at his old manager, and then moved to the side to wait for the drinks. As he stood there, his phone buzzed and he looked down to see the group thread.
Priest: Since you’re in my neighborhood, and owe me a coffee, would you like to come and visit me after you speak to your mother?
Robbie couldn’t explain why, but that polite request had the dopiest grin imaginable on his face.
Robbie: I would like that. Would you?
Robbie wondered if Priest would make him wait for some kind of response but two seconds later…
Priest: I would. Very much. There’s something we need to talk about.
Robbie’s heart raced.
Robbie: Then I’ll visit. But I won’t COME unless you tell me to.
Priest: Aren’t you with your mother right now? I don’t think that’s very appropriate language, Robert.
Robbie laughed, and then the barista called his name. Robbie quickly typed back: Then maybe you should punish me when I visit. Got to go. TTYL.
And he couldn’t help the thrill he got out of knowing Priest was likely sitting in his office with a scowl on his face now, thinking about spanking Robbie’s ass. Robbie picked up the coffees, and when he got back to the table and sat down, his mother grinned.
