Page 27 of The Princess

Nash and Damon shared a look. The kind that held an entire conversation without speaking a single word.

Should we? Can we? Let’s do this. I want this. Me too. Okay.

All conveyed between them in a single heartbeat.

Damon moved first, grabbing Taylor’s hand but leaning into Nash, seeking his mouth. Nash went willingly. Kissing Damon was like coming home. It was familiar and comfortable and warm. Inviting. Scorching. Nash’s already hard dick throbbed in his pants, angry at being trapped.

As Damon was pulling away, Taylor was moving in and then he and Nash were kissing again. Then the angle changed and Damon was in there too. It was…okay, it was awkward at first, kissing two people at once. It was more tongue than lips, and more breath than tongue but, God, if it didn’t do something for Nash to have them both there, so close. Kissing and touching. He could tell the difference between them because Damon was more comfortable. Insistent touches to Taylor’s hesitant ones.

Nash kissed his way down Taylor’s neck, then wrapped his arms around him and pulled Taylor into his lap. Damon tugged at Taylor’s shirt.

“Do you want this?” Damon asked. Probably of both of them, but it was Taylor who answered.

“Fuck, yes.” Taylor tilted his head, allowing Nash better access to his neck.

Damon tugged Taylor’s shirt off and Nash all but dove in, kissing down from his neck to his chest. He trailed his tongue over Taylor’s collarbone, then kissed lower, attacking one of Taylor’s nipples with his tongue.

Above him, Damon and Taylor were locked together in a passionate kiss. Taylor was straddling Nash, but leaning back into Damon as he turned his head to kiss him. He was open and exquisite and it was almost unreal how hot this was. Nash couldn’t imagine anything that could come close to measuring up to this new reality.

They’d gone from zero to sixty in about ten seconds, though, and Nash didn’t want to stop. But more conversation about what they were doing was probably a good idea.

Then Taylor pulled away from Damon and locked eyes with Nash. God, how could Nash even have considered slowing down? Talking was overrated, especially when Taylor was cradled in Damon’s arms. One of Taylor’s arms was raised and he clung to Damon, but he reached for Nash with his free hand, beckoning him closer. Nash was enthralled. Bewitched. Fucking destroyed for this man who looked like royalty, all sprawled out between him and Damon like a princess.

“Don’t think,” Taylor pleaded with Nash, still reaching for him, waiting for his answer.

Nash grabbed Taylor’s outstretched hand and kissed the palm.

“Motherfucking swoon.” Taylor sighed. “That had no business being that hot.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet, princess.”

Taylor’s cheeks flushed at the nickname, but he didn’t protest it. Damon buried his face in the curve of Taylor’s neck and growled appreciatively.

“Princess. I like that.” Damon’s hands swept over Taylor’s torso and all Nash could do was look on. His brain had vacated the building. God, they looked beautiful together. Better than Nash had imagined. And he’d imagined it several times, especially in the past week.

Taylor tugged Nash closer and pulled him into a kiss.

“Don’t think,” he said again, this time speaking the words right against Nash’s mouth. It was a plea. A prayer. The softest of demands. And Nash was powerless.

“If you need to stop,” Nash started to say, but Taylor laughed.

“I’m not a virgin, Nash. If I need to stop, I’ll say it. But I won’t need to.”

Nash pulled Taylor into a crushing kiss, wrapping his arms around him, all but yanking him out of Damon’s grasp. Then he was standing, shifting them so Taylor was on the couch and Nash sank down to his knees on the floor.

Damon joined him, wasting no time in reaching for Nash, pulling his shirt off.

“He’s fucking hot. Right, princess?”

“I have died and gone to heaven.” Taylor let out a happy little yelp when Nash reached for the button of his pants. “Oh, fuck yes. More naked. We can do that.”

Nash chuckled at how playful Taylor was. His enthusiasm was charming, adorable even. A description Taylor might not appreciate, so he kept it to himself.

Damon helped Nash get Taylor’s pants down around the middle of his thighs. Taylor’s chest heaved. He had his arms over his head and he clung to the couch behind him, like he needed to keep his hands out of the equation for some reason.

Damon grabbed Nash and yanked him into a hard and dirty kiss. Their tongues clashed. Teeth clacked as they battled. Taylor made a happy noise and Damon pulled away, his gaze heavy with lust.

“Thank you,” Damon whispered to Nash before kissing him again, but softer. He turned his attention to Taylor after that, smoothing his hands down Taylor’s chest. Tweaking his nipples. Torturing him as he leaned in closer, fanning kisses across Taylor’s stomach.

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