Page 65 of The Princess

Nash pulled back and playfully flicked the tip of Taylor’s cock with his tongue. “He’s got on these black panties. I didn’t know they made fabric this fucking smooth.” Nash hooked his fingers into the top of the panties and gently tugged them down to mid-thigh, freeing Taylor’s cock and restricting his movements simultaneously.

Taylor’s cock was rock hard and leaking. Even in the pink bubble Nash had put himself in, he could see the moisture beading on the tip of Taylor’s cock. Before he leaked all over his dress, Nash took him into his mouth. Swirling his tongue over the head, he toyed with the thick vein that ran up the underside of Taylor’s cock. Taylor held firm to Nash’s head and thrust his hips, sinking his cock deeper into Nash’s mouth.

“That’s it, fuck his face. Take what you need,” Nash heard Damon say. He hummed his agreement and laughed inwardly when Taylor whimpered and jerked his hips involuntarily at Damon’s filthy words.

A second hand came down and now Nash’s head was cradled in Taylor’s palms and a ton of fabric. Closing his eyes, he slid his hands up the back of Taylor’s legs until he had a handful of ass. He felt Damon then, thrusting against Taylor, pressing into him. Grinding and teasing and ramping up both of their desperation.

Nash held impossibly still, except for his tongue, which he used to torment Taylor by teasing the head of his cock. Taylor held Nash tighter, and his hips thrust forward then pulled back. Nash hummed and clutched Taylor’s ass. On the next thrust, Nash urged Taylor to go deeper, gripping his ass and pulling him in.

Wet kisses. Heavy breathing. The unmistakable sound of his own pulse rushing in his ears. Taylor’s moans and Damon’s filthy whispers all combined to make the most perfect symphony. When it seemed like Taylor was speeding toward the end like a swell of sound, building a crescendo, he slowed the pace. Easing off, Nash let Taylor’s body cool down a bit.

He could hear Taylor plead breathlessly, but he had no way of knowing whom he was pleading with. Nash, Damon, or maybe the universe, but it didn’t matter much to Nash. He could spend all night under Taylor’s dress, doing wicked things to him.

“Do you want to come?” Nash heard Damon ask.

Taylor whimpered, hips jerking. Precum flowed from his cock, coating Nash’s mouth in the subtly salty taste.

“Was that a yes?” Damon asked.

Taylor’s laugh was short and sharp. “That was a fuck yes,” he replied, desperately twitching and thrusting now, seeking more, seeking release.

“Then you better come in Nash’s mouth so you don’t ruin your pretty dress.”

Nash reached down and pressed the heel of his hand into the base of his cock. Goddamned Damon and his dirty mouth. Nash shut his eyes and managed to resist the urge to whip his cock out and finish himself off right then. God, he wanted to, though. His cock was aching. Solid and screaming in his pants, clamoring for friction, for anything.

Taylor’s breathing filled the empty apartment. Whimpers bounced off bare walls and echoed back at them. Nash was consumed by the sounds that only increased in volume and pitch as Taylor careened toward his release. Nash took him down to the root, pressing his nose against Taylor’s body, clinging to him when he cried out and thrust wildly, attempting to force Nash in closer—as if he could—as he spilled down Nash’s throat.

By the time Taylor let him go, Nash was starved for air and he took a breath so deep it made his head swim.

“Holy fuck,” Taylor said, though it sounded like he was barely able to get the words out, they were so thick and lust-drunk. “Are you okay?” he asked.

Nash leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Taylor’s thigh, letting himself take a few breaths. “I’m fantastic,” he answered. He did, however, need out from under Taylor’s dress. Gently, he tugged Taylor’s panties back up and tucked his half-hard dick back into them.

Nash managed to find his way out from under all that fabric and sat back on his heels. Taylor looked debauched. Damon had clearly been a busy man and not only was Taylor’s hair mussed, he had a series of small love bites up the side of his neck. The fairy lights made the two of them glow like something from a cinematic dream sequence. Nash smoothed his hands down his thighs and let out a shaky breath.

Damon’s hand skimmed up Taylor’s chest and he caught Nash’s gaze before he turned Taylor’s head, stealing a kiss. Now that his cock was no longer down Nash’s throat, Taylor turned in Damon’s embrace. He fumbled with the jacket of the tuxedo, pushing it off Damon’s shoulders.

It slid to the floor and Taylor started on the tie next, earning a laugh from Damon. He pulled away and gave it a yank to loosen it. “The fancy outfits seemed like a good idea in my head. They’re slightly more inconvenient than I imagined.”

Taylor raked his gaze over Damon. “I like it. A lot.”

Damon worked on the buttons of his shirt and stared down at Nash. “Are you going to sit there all night?”

“I might.” Nash shifted so that he was sitting on the floor instead of his heels and he stretched his legs out in front of him. Leaning back, he braced himself on his hands. “I’ve got a good view from down here.”

Once Damon’s shirt was unbuttoned and freed from his pants, Taylor moved in, sweeping his hands up Damon’s bare chest. He glanced over his shoulder at Nash. “Did you really buy this place?”

“Every square foot.”

Taylor nodded, but gave nothing away as to whether or not he planned to move in with them. It was okay, though, because Nash knew they were the real deal, no matter what their relationship looked like. They didn’t have to live together. There was a time in his life when Nash had needed other people’s approval. He hadn’t wanted his happiness to make waves in other people’s lives. Now he’d be a whole tsunami if it meant securing the future he wanted. The one that was right in front of him.

Nash got to his feet and slid into the mix, standing next to both Damon and Taylor. He put one arm around Taylor’s waist and he grabbed onto Damon, hauling him in for a kiss. Damon moaned into Nash’s mouth then pulled away, breathless.

“You taste like him.” Damon went in for another kiss. It was hard and deep, all consuming. It was everything a kiss should be, and it made Nash’s insides turn to mush. It was the kind of kiss that said all the things Damon was feeling. Things that went deeper than arousal. Nash could feel how much Damon loved him in the shape of his kisses and it was like falling for him all over again.

“Fuck.” Taylor’s voice dragged Nash back to the present. He hadn’t forgotten about him. It was impossible, even if he hadn’t been holding on to him, he’d have known he was there. But it was the rawness to his voice that Nash noticed.

“I love you,” Taylor said. He sounded strained, like it was hard to talk. “I love you both so fucking much. I think I have for a long time.”

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