Julian positions himself between my legs, the dildo and his cock both slick with lube. I feel the dual pressure against my entrance, my heart racing in my chest.
“Ready?” he asks, his eyes locked on mine.
I nod, unable to form words as he begins to press forward. The stretch is immediate and intense—a burning sensation that makes me gasp.
“Take it,” Julian growls, pushing inexorably forward. “Take both my cocks like the hungry slut you are.”
The pressure builds as he works himself inside me, moving slowly at first. My body resists the intrusion, clenching against the unprecedented girth filling me to excess.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” Julian hisses, his face a mask of concentration. “Relax for me, baby. Open up.”
I try to breathe through it, focusing on relaxing my muscles. When I think I can’t take any more, something gives way—my body suddenly yields.
Julian slams forward, burying both his cock and the dildo deep inside me in one brutal thrust.
I scream, my back arching off the bed as pain and pleasure collide in a blinding rush. The fullness is overwhelming—I feel split open, claimed in the most primal way possible.
“Fuck!” I cry out, my cock jerking violently between us. Without warning, my orgasm tears through me, cum erupting in thick ropes across my stomach and chest, some even hitting my chin. The intensity of it steals my breath, my vision going white at the edges.
“That’s it,” Julian growls, grinding deeper still. “Fucking come while you’re being fucked by two cocks. Look at you, so desperate you couldn’t even hold back if your life depended on it.”
I’m babbling incoherently as he begins to move, the dual penetration creating friction unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
“You like being stuffed full?” Julian pants, his hips moving in shallow thrusts. “Like having both these cocks stretching this greedy hole?”
“Yes,” I gasp, trembling as aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through me. “God, yes—so full?—”
Julian’s hips snap forward with brutal force, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure-pain through my entire body. My cock, which should be spent after that explosive orgasm, is already hardening again against my stomach.
“Look at you,” Julian growls, his voice rough with arousal. “Always so proper in your gallery, showing off your pretty paintings. Now look what you’re showing off—your hungry little hole stretched around two cocks.”
I moan, unable to form coherent words. The sight of Julian above me is almost as overwhelming as the feeling of being impossibly full. Sweat glistens on his muscled chest, highlighting the definition of his abs as they flex with each powerful thrust. His normally perfect hair falls across his forehead, and his lips are parted as he pants with exertion.
“Julian,” I finally manage, my voice breaking. “So much—feels so?—”
“Too much?” he asks, slowing slightly, his eyes searching mine despite the haze of lust.
“No,” I gasp, reaching up to grab his shoulders. “More. Please.”
His smile turns predatory. “That’s what I thought. The repressed gallery owner wants to be ruined, doesn’t he? Wants to feel this tomorrow when he’s sitting down, remembering how I split him open.”
“Yes,” I hiss, my cock now fully hard again, bobbing against my stomach with each of his thrusts.
Julian groans, grinding deeper. “Fuck, Elliot. You have no idea how tight you feel. Your ass is squeezing my cock and the dildo so hard—like you’re trying to keep them both inside you forever.”
He adjusts his angle slightly, and I cry out as both his cock and the dildo find that spot that has me ready to combust.
“What would those fancy art patrons say if they could see you now?” Julian continues, his voice strained as he maintains the punishing rhythm. “Their respected Mr. Chambers, taking two cocks in his ass and begging for more.”
I meet Julian’s eyes, a new boldness surging through me despite—or perhaps because of—my vulnerable position. “Next time,” I pant between thrusts, “we should do this in one of the open showing boxes at Purgatory.”
Julian’s rhythm falters for just a moment, surprise flashing across his face before his expression transforms into something almost reverent.
“Fuck, Elliot.” His voice drops lower, rougher. “You’re perfect. You know that? Absolutely fucking perfect.”
He slams into me harder, the dual penetration making me see stars. “Wanting to be watched while you’re split open like a dirty whore. Letting everyone see what you really are.”
His words send lightning through my veins. I reach between our bodies and wrap my hand around my aching cock, stroking myself in time with his thrusts.
