Page 67 of The Princess

“Don’t make me wait,” Taylor begged, clawing at Nash’s pants. His uncoordinated efforts were met with hushed laughter. Damon realized after a moment that it was his own laughter bubbling out of him, soft and gentle but unexpected.

He was happy. Happy to the point of being giddy, and he suddenly didn’t know what to do with all that. So he did the only thing he could think of. He stripped his jacket and shirt off and tossed them onto the kitchen counter. Taylor’s gaze caught sight of his naked torso and Damon saw the heat flare in his eyes when he worked his pants open.

“Please,” Taylor said, still trapped against the wall by Nash’s imposing body. With the gentlest of pushes, Taylor could easily free himself, but he stayed where Nash wanted him.

Damon reached his hand into his open fly and gripped his cock through his briefs. It dragged a groan out of him that had Nash looking over his shoulder. His gaze raked over Damon’s bare chest. He hadn’t missed the way Damon gripped his dick, or the slow tug he gave it for his own benefit as well as Nash’s.

Damon took a step back, the corner of his mouth flicking upward into a smirk. “See something you like?”

He took another step back. Wall sex was great, but the couch left room for all three of them, whereas the entryway wasn’t large enough for three grown men to fuck in.

Besides, the lube was in the living room. Damon turned and headed for that direction, but he didn’t get all the way there before Nash was on him. Suddenly Damon was trapped between the back of the couch and Nash’s body. He ground his cock against Damon’s ass.

“I think the princess wants a show,” Nash said, wedging his hand between Damon and the couch to take hold of his cock. Damon let out a helpless moan, leaning into Nash as he squeezed Damon’s dick as if he owned it. God, he loved the way Nash knew what he liked. And he loved getting to explore new things with Taylor, with both of them.

Nash released Damon’s cock and fumbled with his pants, shoving them down around his knees. Damon clung to the top of the couch with both hands, digging into the cushions like his life depended on it. There was a mumble behind him, Nash and Taylor discussing something Damon couldn’t make himself pay attention to, not with the way Nash had caged him and pinned him and was working his dick again with a drag of his hand that was on the painful side of pleasure and therefore had no right feeling that good.

Then the familiar squelch of lube and slippery fingers found his entrance. Damon gasped and arched his back, angling into the touch instead of trying to escape it. Nash’s fingers were cool, but they felt phenomenal, and Damon wiggled his ass, trying to entice Nash to take him faster.

“What a slutty boyfriend we have,” Nash said to Taylor. Nash pressed his hand between Damon’s shoulder blades and made him bend at the waist. Leaning into the couch, Damon turned his head. Behind him, a condom wrapper crinkled. Damon ignored that to admire Taylor, who was off to the side with his knee bent and his dress gathered up in one arm. He’d pulled his cock out of his panties and stroked it while he watched Nash breach him.

The stretch was exquisite, and Damon’s eyes fluttered shut as he gave himself over to the sensation. The fullness, the delicious push that had Damon’s insides quivering already. He exhaled and bore down, taking Nash all at once. Nash’s fingers bit into Damon’s hips and he groaned, clinging tighter.

“Fuck yes.” Taylor sounded closer and Damon opened his eyes to see that Taylor was now in front of him. He watched him reach for the zipper on his dress, but Damon shook his head.

“Leave it on.”

Taylor’s eyes sparkled and he looked as though he wanted to argue, but he let go of the zipper. “You better not wreck it.”

Nash tangled his hand in Damon’s hair and yanked it, sending sparks of arousal straight to Damon’s cock. He pressed back, seeking more of Nash even as Nash thrust into him harder and harder. Damon felt sweat bead on his back and in his hairline. He might have swiped his forehead clear of the thin sheen if it weren’t for the fact that he had to hold on to the couch for all he was worth or Nash was going to fuck him right over the top of it.

As swiftly as Nash pistoned inside of Damon, he retreated. Damon gasped and his mind whirred in desperation as he tried to clasp onto the shreds of his sanity. He’d been left empty so suddenly he was nearly bereft. Then Nash was guiding him around the couch and down into a sitting position. Damon reached for his dick, but Nash batted his hand away. He smiled when Damon whimpered in protest.

Then suddenly he had a lap full of Taylor and tulle and Damon couldn’t think at all because Taylor was straddling him. Kissing him. Then a condom was rolled down Damon’s cock and Taylor was sliding down his dick in the next moment, gasping and panting against his mouth as he worked himself down Damon’s shaft.

Taylor’s dress was a billowing mess of fabric and part of Damon wanted to tear it off of him, but Taylor was frantic and needy and Damon himself had wanted it on. But next time, Damon was going to make sure that no one was wearing any clothes because his own pants were still tangled around his feet and Nash was still dressed, except for the fact that his fly was open and his cock was sticking up like a flagpole.

Damon watched Nash pour more lube into his hand. He positioned himself behind Taylor. Damon jumped when Nash touched the base of Damon’s cock, and Taylor whined into the curve of Damon’s neck when Nash traced Taylor’s rim.

“Please,” Taylor keened, rocking back and forth on Damon’s cock.

“What do you want?” Nash asked. Taylor gasped and he sought Damon’s mouth, slanting their lips together, tangling their tongues as Nash carefully inserted a finger alongside Damon’s cock. It made Taylor’s hole impossibly tighter and Damon found himself clutching onto Taylor, arching up into him, driving his cock deeper and deeper. What he wanted to do was to flip him onto his back and rut into him. Again and again and again. He wanted to fuck him and fill him with cum and then he wanted to watch Nash do the same thing.

Their kisses were wet and messy. A frantic energy thrummed through them like it was on a loop, getting stronger and stronger with every circuit. Nash worked in a second finger alongside Damon’s cock, and Taylor let out a keening wail.

“I’m so close.” Taylor whined and begged, rocking in Damon’s lap. Damon was close too, but was hanging on by the thinnest of threads. He didn’t want to come yet. Taylor pulled back and tried to get to the zipper of his dress, but he couldn’t seem to get his hands to work.

Damon took pity on him and carefully tugged the zipper down and then Taylor was a blur of limbs and pink and the dress went off over his head and out of the way. Taylor leaned against him and they shared an open-mouthed kiss that was less about kissing and more about Taylor having someone catch him while Nash fucked his hole with two thick fingers plus Damon’s cock.

“Please, Nash,” Taylor begged. Damon didn’t know what he was asking for, but Nash seemed to because he reached around and grabbed Taylor’s cock. He kissed the side of his neck and Taylor leaned back, hips canting and humping. His fingers bit into Damon’s flesh and he cried out, coming apart between them.

Damon’s own release followed soon after. He wrapped Taylor up in his arms and held him close as he thrust into him again and again, exploding inside him. Damon didn’t mind condoms, but in that moment he resented them a little. He’d have liked to see his cum leak out of Taylor’s ass.

One day, they’d have that conversation. Not today, though. Today had already been filled with big conversations. It struck Damon like a brick to the head that Taylor had said he loved him. Him and Nash. It felt too surreal in the moment, but now with Taylor sated between them and Nash collapsing down beside them, rigid cock still in hand, there was no denying how real this was.

Taylor leaned over, more fell than elegantly draped himself, down into Nash’s lap and took him in his mouth. Damon pulled out, letting Taylor have a better range of motion, despite his whimpered protest. Nash held on to Taylor. Taylor’s head tipped back and the veins in his neck bulged as he came. Then, all at once, he went lax and Damon watched the gentle way Nash carded his fingers through Taylor’s hair.

Taylor managed to curl up between them after, half in Nash’s lap, half in Damon’s. His head rested against Nash and he looked at Damon, tracing a finger down Damon’s arm.

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