“Stunning,” I murmur as my cock aches in my pants.
When their kiss ends, her hips don’t quit their motion. Biting her lip with lust in her eyes, she looks at each of us. “Now, let me watch you kiss him.”
A growling sound escapes my throat as I reach for Julian. “Yes, Chef.” Hooking a hand around his neck, I drag his mouth to mine. His lips are so soft and pliable, I could kiss him forever. And I don’t fight for dominance—I let him have it.
And fuck, is it hot.
His subtle sense of control. His fiery sweet cruelness when he bites my lips only to lick them after.
Freya’s hips pick up speed, and seeing how turned on she is only turns me on more. Reaching for Julian’s shirt, I pop a few buttons and pinch his nipple between my fingers, making him purr into my mouth.
But then Freya slowly slides off my lap and onto the floor, my lips still against Julian’s in amazement. It would seem that I’m not the only one thinking about her mouth on my dick.
Tilting my hips upward, I let out a groan as Freya undoes my pants.
“Is this okay?” she asks with that shy twinkle in her eye.
“Fuck yes, Chef,” I reply. Pulling away from Julian’s mouth, I bury my hand in her long hair, gathering it at the nape of her neck so I can watch as she tugs down the zipper. Julian’s lips find that spot right beneath my ear while Freya timidly tugs down the elastic of my briefs. When her eyes find my raging erection, her lips part and she stills.
I’m about to remind her that she doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to when she reaches forward eagerly and wraps her hand around my cock. The sensation sends waves of pleasure down my spine.
Julian yanks up the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head as Freya leans forward and gently kisses the head of my dick.
It has me wondering: Is this heaven? Did I die in last night’s fight and this is where I’m destined to spend eternity? Because I would not complain about that.
“Oh fuck, Chef. Do that again.”
With a grin, she gives the underside of the mushroom tip another soft, wet kiss. I tremble against the cushions, unsure of how experienced Freya is with blow jobs. Then, with a feverish look in her eyes, she sticks out her tongue and lets my cock disappear into her mouth.
Definitely dead.
Draped across her burgundy couch, I let my head hang back as Julian’s lips travel down my chest, his teeth nibbling on the sensitive bud of my nipple as Freya engulfs my shaft in the warm, wet heat of her mouth. I groan loudly, crying up to the ceiling in euphoric bliss.
“Holy fuck.”
After a few minutes of slow, beautiful agony by their mouths, I realize I’m hogging all the pleasure. Pulling Julian’s mouth to mine, I reach for his cock and find it hard and fighting against the zipper of his pants.
“Hey, Chef,” I murmur to Freya against Julian’s lips. “Lemme see that pretty mouth on fancy pants.”
Julian smiles into the kiss. His hand moves up to my throat, squeezing it hard as he mutters, “Will you please stop calling me that?”
Reaching out to bite his lower lip with a grin, I reply, “No.”
Freya leaves my cock soaked and throbbing, so I reach down to stroke it lazily. Leaning back on the couch, Julian keeps his viperous gaze on her as she unzips his pants to find his cock. With no underwear, of course. He already came in those once tonight, so I assume they’re stuffed in the trash. Too bad. I would have liked to keep them.
Watching her suck him down is almost as hot as feeling it myself.
And his moans are delectable. Normally so cool and composed, it’s a delight to watch Julian slowly fall to pieces. With his head back on the couch and his shirt open to reveal his pale chest heaving with each laborious breath, he’s like a Renaissance painting. A real fucking work of art. The most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.
With a need to touch him, taste him, devour him, I reach over and run my hand down his perfect chest. I lick a line along his chiseled cheekbone and then nibble my way across his sculpted jawline. When my lips reach his mouth, I devour each of his whimpers and moans while Freya works his length with her mouth.
I could stay like this forever.
When Freya moves back to my cock, keeping her hand on Julian’s to stroke him, I lick my bottom lip and watch her with an enraptured expression.
“Look at you, beautiful. You like working two dicks at once?”
She pulls her lips from my shaft and gives me a filthy smile. “Yes.”
