“That’s it,” Xavier murmurs, his voice muffled. “Let me hear you.”
Julian and I move closer, positioning ourselves where she can clearly see us. I expect to participate next, but instead find myself frozen, watching Xavier’s assault on her senses with a mixture of fascination and growing arousal.
Then something completely unexpected happens.
Julian reaches over and slides his hand down the front of my pants. His fingers wrap around my already hard cock, and he starts stroking. The sudden contact sends electricity through my body.
“Stop,” I hiss, mortified yet unable to prevent my hips from thrusting into his grip. “I don’t want this.”
“Why not?” Julian’s voice carries dark amusement. “Look how hard you are from watching her.”
I should pull away immediately. Should be focused on the woman before me, but Julian’s touch pushes against the walls I’ve spent years building.
I grab his wrist, trying to pull him away, but he doesn’t relent. If anything, he pumps faster, his thumb circling the head of my cock.
“Fuck,” I groan, feeling my resistance crumbling with each stroke. My head falls back involuntarily.
The raw dominance Julian exerts over me, while Xavier continues his relentless attention to the woman, creates a perfect storm of sensation. I’ve never felt so out of control, so exposed—even with my mask firmly in place.
Xavier seems completely unbothered by our display, his focus entirely on drawing every possible response from her body. I watch, captivated by both scenes unfolding simultaneously, as my own pleasure builds under Julian’s expert touch.
In this moment, I’m no longer the hunter I pretended to be. I’ve become something else entirely—prey to desires I’ve buried for far too long.
Xavier lifts his head. “You taste so goddamn good, sweetheart. But you know what really gets me off?” He presses his thumb against her, and I see her jolt at the contact. “How fucking wet you got watching Julian stroke Elliot’s cock.”
She makes a choked sound. I can’t tear my eyes away from the scene, even as Julian’s hand continues to stroke me.
“Oh yes,” Xavier continues, pumping his own beautiful cock harder while watching her face flush deeper. “The moment his hand wrapped around another man’s dick, you practically gushed in my mouth. You like watching men together, don’t you?”
“Happy to provide the entertainment, X,” Julian states.
I grunt unintelligibly, my hips betraying me by bucking into Julian’s grip despite my continued attempts to grab his wrist and pull him away.
“All the girls are taken,” Julian murmurs, his voice strained with his own arousal. “Had to find entertainment somewhere.”
“Fight all you want, Elliot,” Xavier calls out before diving back between her thighs. “We all know you prefer cock anyway.”
A strangled groan escapes me at his words, confirming what I’ve desperately tried to hide for years. I’m mortified yet unable to stop my body’s reactions. Julian suddenly stops momentarily to pull my pants down and free my achingly hard cock, before continuing to play with me, drawing out the most intense sensations.
My walls are disintegrating with each stroke. The gallery openings, the women on my arm—all part of an elaborate performance that’s now being exposed as the lie it always was.
“Don’t hold back,” Xavier growls against her. “Stop fighting it. Give me what I want.”
Her breath comes in ragged gasps, punctuated by soft whimpers she can’t suppress. Julian’s movements become more urgent on me, my resistance crumbling with each skilled stroke.
“Look at you,” Xavier murmurs, keeping his thumb pressed against her. “Soaking wet watching two men while I devour this perfect pussy. You’re exactly the dirty girl I knew you were.”
As she tries to turn her head away, Xavier increases his grip on her thigh, causing her to freeze. “Don’t you dare look away! Watch Julian make Elliot fall apart while I make you come on my tongue.”
He dives back in, licking her with renewed intensity. “I can feel how close you are. Your thighs are shaking, and your pussy’s clenching. You want to come so fucking bad.”
I watch, transfixed, as her hips buck against Xavier’s mouth despite the restraints. The sound she makes—half protest, half plea—only heightens my own arousal.
“That’s my girl,” Xavier praises her. “Stop thinking. Stop fighting. Just let yourself feel what I’m doing to you.”
I can see how close she is, balanced on the knife’s edge, needing the right push. My own release builds with Julian’s relentless attention.
“Come for me,” Xavier commands, his voice rough. “Flood my mouth. Show me how much you love being tongue-fucked while watching a man jerk off another man. God knows what you’d be like if they were fucking.”
