Page 45 of The Princess

“Mmhm,” Damon confirmed. “You smell sensational. Kind of sweet.” Damon’s lips caressed the spot under Taylor’s ear that sent a cascade of shivers down his spine. “I could eat you.”

“That didn’t answer my question.” Taylor gripped the counter to steady his suddenly wobbly legs. Every time Damon or Nash kissed him, touched him, sometimes even looked at him, it was like Taylor’s world titled on its axis.

“It’s not strange. And Nash won’t mind. I promise.”

Damon continued to kiss Taylor’s neck. His hands rested on Taylor’s hips, holding him in place. As if Taylor was going to go anywhere on his unsteady legs. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Taylor gasped when Damon’s teeth scraped across his earlobe. Hot breath washed over him and he trembled, then leaned back into Damon. He let Damon wind his arms around him and hold him close as he continued the most delicate torture Taylor had ever experienced.

Damon had a way of touching Taylor that filled him with an intense feeling of belonging. Taylor had been with plenty of men before, so he knew what it was like to be wanted. But this was more than that. Damon kissed him like he wanted to devour him. Cherish him. Ruin and remake him. His head swam, and all his blood rushed straight to his cock.

The reasons they shouldn’t do this now, here, in Nash’s kitchen tried to clamber to the front of Taylor’s mind, but then Damon turned him and kissed him, sealing their mouths together in a frenzy. Hot hands yanked at Taylor’s shirt and rucked it up his body, exposing his bare flesh to the air.

Damon whipped Taylor’s shirt off, discarding it on Nash’s counter. Oh, holy fuck. What was he even doing?

“Damon,” Taylor choked out, breaking the kiss. Damon didn’t stop; instead, he kissed his way down Taylor’s jaw. His insides turned to mush when Damon dropped more kisses down Taylor’s throat.

His body warred with his mind. This was Nash’s house. His kitchen. Damon’s hands on his skin. His mouth, sucking and teasing, tasting. Taylor’s body felt almost too good to stop. It was like he was drowning.

Damon’s hands were on Taylor’s face. He pulled him in for a kiss, stealing all the oxygen in the room. Taylor moaned and went boneless. Winding his arms around Damon’s neck, he pressed their bodies together, leaving no space between them.

Lips brushed against the back of his neck and a second body slotted in behind him. Strong hands skimmed down Taylor’s bare sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“I see you started without me,” Nash’s deep voice rumbled, scraping across Taylor’s soul.

Suddenly, Damon’s mouth was on Taylor’s chest, and Nash’s hands were undoing his pants, fumbling with the fly as he trailed kisses across Taylor’s shoulders.

“You—” Taylor inhaled sharply when Damon flicked his nipple with his tongue. “You planned this?” Taylor reached behind himself and grabbed Nash’s hip, urging him to step closer.

Damon looked up at him, eyes shining with lust and mischief. “If you don’t want this, we can stop.”

“You fucking better not,” Taylor shot back, combing his fingers through Damon’s hair. How was this his life? He asked himself that as Damon ducked down, hiding his smile against Taylor’s chest.

Nash’s hands roamed upward and he drew Taylor against him as Damon sank to his knees. “Put your mouth on him, Damon.”

Nash’s hand snaked down the front of Taylor’s pants, and he hummed his approval. “What are you wearing, princess?”

Taylor had slipped on a pair of white lace panties because they made him feel powerful and not just pretty, but bewitching in a way he’d never experienced. And then Nash’s hand retreated and Damon leaned in, mouthing his cock through the flimsy fabric. The answer to Nash’s question was obvious, but Taylor had lost the ability to speak. All he could manage was a keening, helpless, needy moan as Damon continued to tease him through his panties.

He couldn’t even gather the oxygen needed to beg properly. He thrust his hips instead, chasing Damon’s mouth, earning soft laughter from Nash, who stood behind him like a fucking wall.

“Isn’t he pretty, Damon?”

Damon lifted his gaze and pulled back. Hands slid up his thighs and gripped his pants. “Breathtaking,” Damon replied, then slowly tugged Taylor’s pants down to his knees, restricting his movements.

Not that he intended to go anywhere.

Ever.

CHAPTER 20

NASH

Damon had sent Nash a text alerting him to the fact that he was currently waiting for Taylor and they were going to head over to his apartment. Damon then sent a series of suggestive emojis and an invitation to join them.

Nash had never left the gym so fast in his life. His workout was over, but he usually hung around with Colby for a while afterward to shoot the shit. He’d made an excuse, of course, that he had to take a Zoom meeting with his accountant he’d forgotten about. He broke speed records in the shower, not wanting to subject Taylor to his post-workout aroma.

Sneaking into his own apartment was odd, and he felt like an intruder in his own house. No sound stirred in the space, forcing him to be extra quiet. The only evidence that they were even here was Damon’s car in the guest parking and two sets of shoes neatly pushed off to the side by the door.

---