Page 56 of Scandalous Park Avenue Prince

Without asking where he wanted me, or allowing him to get up, I stepped up onto the chair, one foot on the cushion by his leg, propping the other on the arm. I grabbed the top of the high-back with one hand to steady myself, and with the other, the root of my cock.

Archer’s head was at the perfect angle, his mouth so close it practically kissed the head of my dick. I hoped he was hungry.

A feral sound reverberated out of him as he parted his lips and took me all the way to the back of his throat in one quick move that caught me off guard. There was nothing tentative about the way he consumed me. His mouth was voracious, his tongue smooth velvet against my sensitive skin, and his sucking skills—it was a miracle I hadn’t already blown my load.

Looking down, I watched my dick disappear again and again as Archer held me close. He’d moved his hand between my legs to my ass, keeping me right where he wanted me so he could get his fill. The sight was so erotic that I couldn’t stop rocking my hips, stealing even more of him.

He pulled off me, his lips glistening. “That’s it. Use my mouth and let me taste every drop.”

If it hadn’t been for the death grip I had on the back of the chair and the way his strong arm held me, I was sure my legs would’ve given out.

But if Archer wanted me to use him to get off, I wasn’t backing down from that challenge.

I adjusted my foot on the arm of the chair, widening my stance, and then I guided my dick back into his mouth. He sucked on the head, swirling his tongue around, and when I was ready, I put both hands back on the top of the chair and did what he told me.

I fucked his mouth.

Using the chair as leverage, I forced him to take me again and again, until my movements became jerky and out of rhythm and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back any longer.

“Archer,” I said on a gasp, his name the only warning he got before my climax hurtled through me like a roaring tidal wave. I exploded into the heat of his mouth, and with every swallow, he milked my cock dry.

I waited as long as I could before collapsing into his lap. My head fell forward onto his shoulder as I waited for my vision to come back and my breathing to even out.

Tonight had already been bigger and better than my wildest dreams—and if the way Archer flirted with the crease of my ass was any indication, it wasn’t over yet.

FIFTEEN

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WHEN MY ALARM went off the next morning, I woke up to find I couldn’t move my left arm. It was completely numb, but I wasn’t going to complain, not when the source of why was still fast asleep up against me, his head on my bicep.

The alarm didn’t even wake him, evidence of the long hours we’d spent wrapped up in each other, and I reached as far as I could with my free hand to snooze the noise. The slight movement did have Preston stirring, and when he turned on his side, he slid one of his arms low across my stomach. A few more inches down and he would’ve felt how hard I’d woken up. I should’ve been completely satiated after last night, but looking at him now had hunger igniting inside me all over again.

His body was absolutely unreal. Had I looked that good at his age? All those long, lean muscles and a stamina that had knocked me on my ass. I was feeling it this morning, but it’d been worth it. And, truth be told, I could definitely be up for another round before work?—

That train of thought stopped in its tracks, because Preston wouldn’t be going to work this morning.

He’d be going to school.

A low laugh rumbled out of me involuntarily, because it was such a ridiculous thought that I couldn’t even believe it was the truth. The vibration of my chest made Preston’s eyes open. Those long, dark lashes flickered slowly as he woke up.

“Archer?” he mumbled, looking up at me.

I tried to stop laughing, really I did, but this whole situation was so crazy in the light of day that I couldn’t help myself.

He propped himself up on his elbow, a deep frown etched between his brows. “What’s so funny?”

With his weight off my left arm, it began to prickle and blood flowed back into it.

“Was I talking in my sleep or something?” he said, and then wiped at his mouth. “Drooling? What?”

I shook my head, my chuckles settling as I reached up to grip his chin and pull him down to me. Those full lips were still slightly swollen and utterly fucking delicious as I greeted him with a good-morning kiss that had my cock tenting the sheets. The kiss was slow, sensual, and so sexy that when he moaned into my mouth, I knew things would get out of hand real fast if I let them.

I drew back and dropped my hand. “Good morning.”

Hovering over me with the morning sun streaming across his bare chest, I didn’t think it was right for anyone to look so damn good. His hair fell over his forehead in a way it never did, but then, I’d had my hands in it for hours. Preston looked well used in the best way, andGodI wished I’d woken up half an hour ago so I could start the morning off the way my dick so badly wanted to.

Though I certainly wasn’t the only horny one in the bed, because Preston’s wandering hand traced down my stomach to where the sheet covered my hips.

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