“You keep it up and I’ll be coming in no time. Want me to give you a warning?”
She licks a long line up the length of my shaft before replying, “I’ve never swallowed before.”
“That’s okay, beautiful,” I reply, but before I can offer another solution, Julian cuts in.
“Let me take it.”
Suddenly, he’s on the floor, kneeling next to Freya. She gives him a soft smile before kissing his lips. I can’t even fully fathom what’s happening when both of their mouths find their way to my shaft, one on each side, running their lips along the veiny exterior, making my eyes roll and my toes curl.
What the fuck did I do to deserve this? What has this street-fighting, good-for-nothing heir done in his life to get to this moment? This isn’t some seedy hostel or the set of an amateur porno. This is Freya’s apartment. This is a date with two people who I really fucking like, and somehow, I’m staring down at them both with their mouths slathering up my cock.
None of this is real. And if by some merciful grace of God it is, then I can’t fuck this up. I can’t let them see what a mess I really am. I’ll be good for the rest of my life if it means I can keep this.
My balls begin to tighten, and my breathing grows shallow. Julian senses it before Freya, wrapping his lips around me and pulling all the way to the back of his throat until I feel it constricting around the head.
“Oh fuck!” I shout as my hips levitate off the couch. Holding the back of his head, I surrender to the sensation, and before long, it all explodes inside me. I’m helpless against it. My body seizes. My voice escapes in a raspy grunting moan.
And I open my eyes just in time to see Julian swallowing down my cum. Strands of his nearly white hair hang over his forehead, and his eyes are closed in sensual bliss.
He fucking loves this.
This quiet, broody, rich guy with a hard shell and intimacy issues secretly loves swallowing loads. Why the hell does that turn me on so much?
Once my body is spent, Julian sits upright, wiping his lower lip and chin. And just when I think it’s all over, he looks at Freyaand opens his mouth, revealing the last drops of my release on his tongue.
My jaw drops, pride swelling in my chest at the sight. The thought of my seed filling his belly, marking him as mine, nearly has me coming again.
Then, as if I couldn’t possibly take another shocker tonight, Freya leans toward him and sticks her tongue in his mouth, kissing him while licking up the last drops of me.
If I’m not dead yet, that surely does me in. My hands are buried in my hair as I watch them kiss each other wildly, tongues tangling. When they finally separate, they both look properly lust-drunk. We’ve all gotten off in some way tonight, and as much as I’d love to keep this going, she did say she wants to take it slow.
“That was…” I stammer, staring at them like there’s not a drop of blood left in my brain. It all went to my dick. “I don’t have a single word for what that was. I think you two just broke me.”
Freya giggles, leaning on Julian, who wraps his arms around her affectionately. “That was incredible,” she murmurs.
“Everything with you two is incredible,” he replies, kissing the top of her head.
“So…would you two like to sleep over? Is that too forward of me to ask?”
“Not at all,” I reply before tucking my cock back into my boxer briefs. “I want to see your room.”
Standing from the couch, I walk into her bedroom. It was so dark last night that I didn’t really get a good look at it. But now I can fully appreciate it for what it is.
It’s so Freya, messy and eclectic. There are old band posters tacked to the wall next to prints of Degas and Goya. Clothes are strewn around, hanging on the backs of chairs and bedposts. A stack of old sneakers fills the corner near her closet, and tucked against the wall is a bed.
“Get in here.” Walking over to the bed, I shed my pants and toss them on the vanity seat before climbing under her covers. Itsmells like her. And this room feels like her. And I never want to leave.
Julian appears in the doorway next, smiling at the sight of me at home in her bed. I worry for a moment that he’ll hate this idea, but to my surprise, he tears off his shirt. “Scoot over,” he says before climbing over me to lie on my opposite side, his head resting comfortably on my arm.
Freya is fighting an expression of excitement, or maybe it’s humiliation.
“Someone pinch me,” she mumbles with a bashful dimple in her cheeks. “The sight of you two in my bed will be etched into my memory forever.”
“Will you just get the fuck over here?” I bark.
Wrapping her arms around herself, she smiles. “Let me get washed up first.”
After we all use the bathroom, the three of us are lying under the covers, me in the middle with each of them at my sides. Julian still appears standoffish and guarded, even after everything we’ve been through. I notice the way he’s a touch farther away than Freya, who is nestled intimately against my side.
