Chapter 50 GOOD BOY
“Do you regret it?” Julian asked,
Eli’s chest rose and fell rapidly. “No.”
Anton smiled. Slow, and approving. “Good boy.”
That single word snapped something in Julian. Instead of yelling, he lunged forward, grabbing Eli's shirt collar and yanking him close. Their lips crashed together in a bruising kiss, Julian's mouth devouring Eli's with aggressive hunger. He pushed Eli back, hard, until Eli's shoulders hit the glass wall overlooking the city skyline. The cool surface pressed against Eli's back as Julian's body pinned him there, tongue thrusting deep, claiming every inch. Eli gasped into the kiss, hands fisting Julian's shirt, but Julian didn't let up… he gripped Eli's hips and shoved him sideways, maneuvering him across the room with forceful shoves and nips at his lower lip.
Anton leaned against the door, arms crossed, a smug grin playing on his lips as he watched the show. His childhood friend— practically a brother— unleashing that pent-up rage through raw dominance, and Eli melting into it. Entertaining as hell.
Julian kept pushing, kissing Eli relentlessly, their breaths mingling hot and ragged. He hoisted Eli onto the edge of the desk, papers crunching under his ass, scattering to the floor. Eli's legs wrapped around Julian's waist instinctively, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, teeth clashing, Julian's hands roaming possessively over Eli's chest, pinching nipples through fabric until Eli whimpered.
They broke apart panting, foreheads pressed together, chests heaving. Julian's eyes burned with a mix of anger and desire, Eli's lips swollen and slick.
That's when Anton stepped forward, silent until now, his presence commanding. He pressed against Eli's side, lips brushing the sensitive skin of Eli's neck in a slow, teasing kiss. Eli shivered, caught between them. Anton's breath was hot against his ear as he whispered, "Seems your husband is very mad at you. Why don't you calm him down with something better than a kiss?"
Before either could respond, Anton added, voice smooth and authoritative, "Get on your knees and suck his cock. Be a good boy. Show your husband why he should forgive you."
Eli's body reacted on instinct, Anton's dom tone pulling obedience from him like a leash. He slid off the desk, dropping to his knees on the plush carpet, looking up at Julian with wide, pleading eyes; a silent apology and eagerness mixed.
Julian's chest rose and fell heavily, but he sank back into his swivel chair, legs spreading wide in invitation, the bulge in his slacks straining. Eli crawled forward on hands and knees, the humiliation sending a thrill through him, inching between the V of Julian's thighs until his face hovered near the zipper.
Anton knelt beside him, one hand cupping Eli's chin, tilting his face up with a gentle but firm grip. "I know you don't know how to," Anton murmured, eyes locked on Eli's. "Don't worry, I'm here to guide you."
Eli nodded, swallowing hard as Anton reached over, fingers deftly unzipping Julian's pants. He tugged them open, freeing Julian's cock… thick, veined, already rock-hard and leaking pre-cum from the tip. It bobbed free, slapping lightly against Julian's thigh before Anton wrapped a hand around the base, stroking once to make Julian hiss.
"Start slow," Anton instructed, voice low and dirty. "Lick the head, taste him. Get it nice and wet for that pretty mouth of yours."
Eli leaned in, tongue darting out to lap at the slit, salty pre-cum coating his taste buds. Julian groaned, head falling back slightly, fingers twitching on the armrests. "Good boy," Anton praised, thumb brushing Eli's cheek. "See how he likes that? Flick your tongue around the ridge— yeah, like that. You're a natural little slut for cock already."
Emboldened, Eli swirled his tongue over the swollen head, then took it into his mouth, sucking lightly. Anton's hand moved to the back of Eli's head, guiding him down further. "Take more. Hollow your cheeks and slide down, breathe through your nose. Fuck, look at you choking it down like a desperate whore. Julian's making those noises because you're doing it right."
Eli bobbed his head, lips stretching around the girth, saliva dripping down the shaft as he worked more in. Julian's hips bucked once, a low growl escaping him. Anton chuckled darkly. "Deeper, Eli. Relax your throat. You're his good little cocksucker now, show him you can handle it. Praise for that tight mouth."
Gagging slightly as the head hit the back of his throat, Eli pushed on, tears pricking his eyes. Anton coached relentlessly, dirty words mixing with encouragement. "That's it, gag on it.”
Anton turned to Julian, smirking as his gaze landed on Julian’s fucked out face. “Why don't you show your boy how well you can ram through his throat? Let it out— fuck his face, release all that stress. He's begging for your cum with those eyes."
Julian's control frayed. His hands shot to Eli's hair, gripping tight and holding him still as he thrust up, burying his cock deep into Eli's throat. Eli choked, throat convulsing around the intrusion, but he didn't pull away as Anton's praises were echoing in his ears, "Such a filthy good boy, taking it all. Swallow around him, make him explode."
Julian's thrusts grew erratic, hips snapping, balls tightening. "Fuck—Eli—" He roared, holding Eli's head flush against his groin, cock pulsing as hot cum flooded Eli's throat in thick spurts.
"Swallow it all," Anton ordered sharply, watching intently. "Don't spill a drop, you greedy slut."
Eli did, gulping down every bit, the salty taste filling his mouth until Julian slumped back, spent.
Anton knelt fully now, pulling Eli off Julian's softening cock with a wet pop. He cupped Eli's jaw, leaning in for a deep kiss, tongue invading to taste the remnants. Breaking away, Anton caressed Eli's hair tenderly. "Good boy," he murmured. "You did well."
Turning to Julian, Anton arched a brow. "Isn't he such a good boy?"
Julian, still catching his breath, reached down and hauled Eli up onto his lap. He captured Eli's lips in a possessive kiss, slower this time, tasting himself on Eli's tongue. "You did so well," Julian whispered against his mouth, arms wrapping around him tight, the anger dissolved into something deeper: acceptance, maybe even the start of their new dynamic.