Confessions: Julien (Confessions Series Book 2)

by Ella Frank

  Once Robbie was done with his right leg, he went to start on the left, and as he shifted out of the way of the water so it wouldn’t wash all the soap off his sponge, his eyes must’ve caught something in the reflection, or his sixth sense must’ve kicked into gear. His hand froze on his thigh, and as he turned his head in Priest’s direction and their eyes met through the steamy glass, Robbie’s lips parted.

  Priest had now shoved his briefs and jeans down under his ass so his stiff dick was on full display in his fist, and as he slowly ran his gaze over Robbie’s nude body, he stroked himself a little faster.

  Robbie’s legs seemingly went on for days. He wasn’t taller than Priest or Julien, but it was the lean line of them that made them feel and look longer. The smooth creaminess of them that made Priest want to lick Robbie from his ankle all the way up to the inside of his thigh.

  As Priest dragged his eyes back to Robbie’s exquisite face, Robbie licked his lips and straightened to fully display himself for Priest. He dropped the sponge, and then, without any shyness whatsoever, wrapped a hand around what was now a very impressive erection.

  Like Priest, Robbie didn’t speak, instead letting his eyes go on a tour of what was now in front of him. Priest shifted from his resting place against the vanity so he was now standing, and when Robbie sucked in a breath, Priest began to unbutton his shirt.

  Robbie gnawed on his lower lip, his attention locked on Priest’s fingers as they pushed each button free until he reached the top, and when Priest shrugged out of the material and tossed it on the vanity, a soft sound—a sexy little moan—left Robbie’s lips.

  Priest smoothed his palm back down his stomach to his aching erection, and once he got there, he wrapped his fingers around his dick and gave it a squeeze.

  Robbie took a step closer to the glass, his eyes lowering to Priest’s hand, and when Priest began to pump his cock, Robbie swallowed. Greedy, Priest thought. Always greedy was their princess, and nothing pleased him and Julien more than giving Robbie what he wanted.

  Done with wasting time, Priest let go of himself and stripped down to nothing, and as he kicked his clothes aside, Robbie put a hand flat on the glass wall of the shower and widened his legs.

  Priest cursed, wishing like hell he was behind Robbie to see his tight, round ass, but told himself to be patient. He’d get there eventually, but for now he needed to concentrate on not coming before he got in the shower with that delectable man.

  Priest reached inside Robbie’s toiletry bag and removed one of the condoms. As he rolled it in place, he pulled out the small bottle of lube that was also inside, and then turned his attention back to Robbie.

  As he began to walk across the bathroom, Robbie fucked his fist a little harder. Priest tossed the bottle in the air, and when it came down and landed in his palm, he was standing directly opposite Robbie with only the glass separating them. He put a hand up to where Robbie’s was still planted on the wall, and then ran his eyes down to Robbie feverishly pumping his hard-on.

  As Priest watched Robbie pleasure himself, he gritted his teeth and raised his eyes back to Robbie’s, which were dark with desire, and then he trailed his fingertips across the pane of glass as he walked to the opening of the shower.

  As he stepped inside, Priest made a promise to himself. The next thing he was going to kiss, touch, or stroke was going to be the beautiful man now turning to face him in the shower stall.

  ROBBIE WAS TRYING to remember how to breathe as Priest stepped into the shower and placed the bottle of lube on the ledge attached to the wall.

  As naked and hard as he was, Priest exuded sex and strength from every fiber of his being as he turned all of his attention on Robbie and began to stalk him across the steamy stall—and that was exactly what he was doing, stalking him.

  Robbie’s eyes ate up the muscular thighs, engorged cock, and powerful body now moving his way, and when Priest finally made contact with him, it was like being hit by a Mack truck.

  He took Robbie’s chin in hand and, without one word, slammed their mouths together. Robbie moaned under the force of the kiss, opening to the tongue demanding entry—but Priest didn’t stop there. He backed Robbie up until his ass was against the tiled wall of the shower and his arms were over his head.

  Priest pinned them in place as he molded his body along the entire length of Robbie’s, and when their cocks bumped up against one another, Robbie moaned and bucked forward.

  Priest traced his tongue along Robbie’s swollen lips, then began to bite and suck at them as he rolled his hips over and over, hell-bent, it seemed, on driving Robbie out of his mind.

  Robbie tried to kiss him, wanting Priest’s tongue inside his mouth tangling with his own. But Priest pulled back and smirked at him, and damn, that flirty move from Priest was so sexy that it had Robbie wrestling against the hands restraining him, just so he could nip at the lower lip surrounded by the dark auburn scruff.

  Instead of resisting him this time, Priest grunted and rubbed his cock up against Robbie’s, and Robbie wound one of his legs around his thigh and started to writhe.

  Shit. This was hot as fuck, and so unexpected that it didn’t occur to Robbie until Priest wrapped an arm around his waist, and trailed his fingers across his tailbone, that this was the first time they’d been together like this—alone.

  As the thought entered Robbie’s mind, Priest bent his head and put his lips on Robbie’s neck. He slipped his fingertips down the crack of Robbie’s ass, and when they grazed over his back entrance, Robbie finally spoke up.

  “Ah, shit. Priest? Priest. Stop. You need to stop for a minute.”

  Priest immediately halted, and Robbie put his palms on Priest’s muscular chest. When he raised his head, confusion and arousal darkened Priest’s eyes and all Robbie could think was: Why did I make him stop, again?

  “Is something wrong?” Priest asked, his voice gravelly and so fucking sexy. “Did I hurt—”

  “No,” Robbie said, tightening his slippery leg around Priest’s thigh as he shook his head. “No. But—” Shit, how do I even ask this?

  Priest removed his hands from Robbie’s ass and placed them on the wall, and Robbie wanted to cry.

  Okay, just ask or you’re never going to know, and he might leave and that would suck…or not suck, as it were.

  “Can I… Can I ask you something?” Great. Now I sound like a nervous idiot, Robbie thought. Way to kill a mood, Bianchi.

  “Of course,” Priest said, as he eyed Robbie closely, probably wondering when he’d lost his damn mind.

  But this was important, and Priest and Julien always told him if he had questions, he should ask them. They probably didn’t mean midway through really hot sex, though.

  “It’s just… Are we…? Can we…?” Robbie sighed, frustrated with himself, and then he blurted out, “Are we allowed to have sex while Julien’s not here?”

  Robbie waited for Priest to start laughing, or to tell him he was right and they should wait. But instead, he took one of the hands Robbie had resting on his chest and slowly drew it back up to the wall, and then did the same with the other, and once he had them there, he rolled his hips forward and brushed their lips together.

  Robbie whimpered and thought he just might die if they couldn’t continue, and then Priest said, “We are allowed to do whatever we like to whomever we like within the three of us. There’s no room or cause for jealousy. There has to be trust, honesty, and total transparency. There’s nothing more miserable than second-guessing each move you make. And that has to be clear and acceptable to all involved, or this kind of relationship won’t work.”

  Oh, thank God. Robbie quickly nodded and bit down on his lip as Priest trailed the back of his fingers down the side of one of his arms.

  “Is that acceptable to you, Robert? Are you—”

  “Yes,” Robbie said, not needing any more clarification. “I’m not jealous. It’s just, up until now, actual sex has only happened with all three of us.”

  “Yes,�
� Priest said, and reached down and hooked a hand behind Robbie’s knee, hiking his leg up around his waist. He then leaned his full body weight into Robbie and said by his ear, “There’s a reason for that.”

  Robbie’s chest rose and fell with how heavy he was breathing, and his cock throbbed where it was trapped between their bodies. Fuck, he was so turned on, and when he angled his head so they were nose to nose, he said, “Why? What’s the reason?”

  “I wasn’t sure you were ready for just me, and neither was Julien.”

  Robbie let out a gasp as Priest scraped his teeth over his jaw line, making Robbie’s cock drip all over Priest’s.

  “So? Are you ready, Robert?”

  “Yes,” Robbie said. “Yes, I’m ready. For whoever. Whenever.”

  “I certainly hope not,” Priest said against his mouth.

  “You know what I mean. For you, for Julien, for you and Julien. I want you both. I want it all,” Robbie said, not caring how desperate he sounded now as he arched his hips, needing more, wanting the friction, and when Priest’s covered length rubbed along his, Robbie added, “I also want to feel it all. Whenever you think we’re ready.”

  Robbie’s meaning was not lost on Priest, judging by the fire that lit his eyes. But before Robbie could say anything else, his mouth was taken in a molten kiss that had him clutching at Priest’s shoulders, as Priest wound his arms around Robbie’s waist and stroked his fingers back down to the crack of his ass.

  “Ah,” Robbie moaned. “In me,” he said against Priest’s lips. “Put them in me, Priest.”

  As Priest bit down on Robbie’s lip, he did as requested and pushed first one, and then two, fingers into Robbie’s body. Robbie squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation and just about went crazy as Priest licked and sucked his way up Robbie’s jaw, all the while stretching him with a good and thorough finger fucking.

  Robbie tensed and then his entire body vibrated, as Priest found and massaged the tight bundle of nerves inside him, and then Robbie tore his mouth off Priest’s and said, “More. I need more of you in me.”

  Priest gave him a bruising kiss and said, “Good, because you’re about to get all of me.” He pulled his mouth and fingers free, took a step back, and turned Robbie around to face the wall.

  AS PRIEST MOVED behind Robbie, he stepped under the warm water for a moment and let it fall down over him. He wrapped his hand around his dick, and as he let his eyes wander down the lovely length of Robbie’s back to his high, round ass, Priest started to masturbate.

  Fuck. Robbie had planted that vision of them coming all over, and in him, and as Priest stood there stroking his covered cock, he couldn’t for the life of him get it out of his head.

  He wanted that. For him and Julien to come while they were deep inside the man who currently stood with his hands braced on the wall and his legs spread wide waiting for him. To mark Robbie and make him belong to them in the most primal of ways.

  He wanted it so badly that he was having to take a second to calm himself down, because Priest knew if his cock got anywhere near Robbie’s tight hole right now, he was going to go off like a fucking horny teenager.

  Once he got himself somewhat under control, Priest slicked his wet hair back and took the bottle of lube off the shower ledge. He walked out of the spray and to where Robbie remained braced and ready, and then went down on his knees behind him.

  Priest put the bottle on the tiled floor, and then reached up to grab a firm ass cheek in each hand and massage him. Robbie moaned, and as that pretty hole of his came into view, Priest dragged his thumb over it and Robbie flexed, tightening the pucker in invitation and causing Priest to groan and lean forward to kiss what he’d just stroked.

  A cry came from Robbie as he shoved back, and Priest moved closer, spread him wider, and did it again. He kissed, sucked, and ran his tongue along Robbie’s sensitive skin, and then he let go of his ass with one hand to reach up between Robbie’s legs to take hold of his cock.

  Priest stroked him as he continued to kiss and suck at Robbie’s heated flesh, and the noises coming from him were tortured and erotic as he chased after the pleasure Priest was determined to give him.

  “Priest, oh fuck,” Robbie said as he peered down, and when Priest sat back on his heels and looked at Robbie’s stretched rim, he reached for the lube and, with his eyes on Robbie’s, poured a healthy amount into his hand and slicked it over his dick.

  This moment between them had been a long time coming, and when Priest got to his feet and Robbie reached back with a hand and spread himself apart, Priest groaned and tipped the bottle up, letting the cool liquid hit his crack and slide down into his hole.

  Robbie’s entire body trembled. Nerves or arousal? Priest wondered, but then Robbie aimed his eyes back at him and Priest had his answer—arousal. Robbie was on edge and Priest was just about to push him over it.

  He dropped the bottle to the floor, not caring where it went, and then he stepped up to Robbie, put one hand on his waist, and used the other to direct his cock along the slippery channel of his ass, making Robbie shudder.

  As Priest pushed forward, the plump head of his dick breached Robbie’s entrance with ease, and once he was past that tight threshold, he slid a palm around Robbie’s waist, flattened his hand on his abs, and pulled him back on his body, tunneling his entire length inside Robbie in one solid thrust.

  Robbie cried out and put a hand over Priest’s, and as their fingers entwined, Priest drew their arms up and over Robbie’s head until he pinned them on the shower wall and he was crowded in behind Robbie, where he was now lodged nice and deep.

  Priest nuzzled against the crook of Robbie’s neck as Robbie used his other hand to feverishly stroke his cock, and then Priest planted a hand on Robbie’s waist and began to move.

  He pulled out and then slid back inside, nice and slow to begin with, a rhythm that had Robbie moaning with every single thrust, and as the pleasure increased, Priest dug his fingers into Robbie’s hip.

  “Oh God,” Robbie said, as Priest sucked on his neck. “So long. I’ve wanted you like this for so fucking long.”

  Priest rocked his hips forward and up, quickening his pace as Robbie began moving back on him, and the tempo was fucking perfection.

  “Me too, sweetheart,” Priest said in Robbie’s ear, and then kissed his temple. “Now show me how this tight little body of yours can move.”

  Robbie whimpered but then thrust back on Priest over and over, his ass swallowing the full length now with ease as he used Priest to chase after his orgasm.

  Priest gritted his teeth as his own climax threatened, and then he tugged on Robbie’s shoulder until he was leaning back against Priest’s chest and frantically working his length.

  Priest released the hand he had trapped on the wall and wound his arm across Robbie’s collarbone, and as he slid in and out of Robbie harder and faster, Robbie cried out and bit down on Priest’s arm as his cum shot out and hit the shower wall.

  Robbie gasped, trying to catch his breath, as Priest walked him forward until he was up against the tiles. He then pulled out and stripped the condom off, wedged himself between Robbie’s ass cheeks, and began to rub himself off. Robbie whimpered and writhed under him as though he were getting aroused all over again, and Priest grabbed hold of his waist, dug his fingers in, and, not a second later, came all over Robbie’s smooth ass and back, and then crowded in until his entire front was pressed against Robbie’s cum-covered skin.

  As Robbie’s body heaved against his, he turned his head so their eyes met, and the arousal from earlier had now been banked and was replaced with something reflective, something open and honest, that made Priest’s heart thump.

  He wanted to know what Robbie was thinking right then, wanted to demand that he tell him, but as he stood there staring into Robbie’s guileless eyes, he found himself backing away.

  Today had been a whirlwind of emotions, and Priest didn’t want Robbie to say anything he might regret later, so he took a step back
and let their connection be severed.

  “Come on. Let me clean you up,” Priest said, and kissed Robbie’s cheek. “It’s been a long week for all of us and we could do with the sleep.”

  Robbie’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t protest, nor did he say anything else. He merely did as he was told, all the while watching Priest in a way that made him feel as though Robert Bianchi could see inside his soul—and who knew? Maybe he could.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  CONFESSION

  Sometimes all it takes is a new perspective

  to see light where darkness once lived.

  A SET OF warm lips on his temple woke Julien the following morning, and as his eyes opened and a shard of sunlight found him where his head rested on a pillow, a steady thumping began in his head.

  “Bonjour, sleepyhead.” Priest’s low voice sounded like it was playing through a megaphone as Julien brought a hand up to his forehead and squinted at the face hovering over his.

  “Bonjour,” Julien managed as he sat up, and as he did, the room spun a little and he shut his eyes.

  “Easy,” Priest said, as he sat down on the side of the mattress and reached out a steadying hand to Julien’s arm. “You had a rough night. Go slow.”

  “Oui,” Julien mumbled, trying to remember it. But everything after arriving at the house was a blur.

  Priest gestured to the nightstand and ran a hand down Julien’s arm. “There’s a couple of aspirin there. They’ll help with your head.”

  Julien nodded and reached for them and the glass of water. As he swallowed them down, he looked around the guest room he and Priest had stayed in several times before, and when he didn’t spot Robbie, Julien started to panic.

  “He’s organizing breakfast,” Priest said. “I couldn’t sleep and ran out early this morning to get us a few things.”