Page 47 of The Princess

“Go on,” Damon urged him. He turned his attention to Taylor. “Keep your hands off that pretty cock of yours.”

“No fair,” Taylor whined, but obediently took his hand off his cock and propped himself up on his elbows. His eyes shone with an eager sort of happiness that made him look radiant. Bright eyes and rosy cheeks and a smile that made Nash’s insides melt like butter.

Turning his attention back to Damon, he took his cock in hand. Giving Taylor a show was half the fun now. The other half was torturing Damon to do it. He flicked his tongue out and caressed the ruddy tip of Damon’s cock. Nash swirled his tongue around the head. When two hands sank into his hair, Nash obeyed the gentle pressure and took Damon’s cock into his mouth.

“That’s it,” Damon purred above him, a deep, satisfied rumble as he pushed himself deeper into Nash’s mouth. “God, that’s good.”

“How good?” Taylor asked. “Tell me everything.”

Nash would have laughed if he didn’t have a mouthful of cock. Not because it was funny, but because Taylor’s eagerness made Nash happy in a way that made his insides feel lighter. Brighter.

He gave himself over to that feeling and let Damon drive. He licked and sucked, and when Damon wanted him to take more, he took more. When he pulled out of Nash’s mouth and jerked himself, Nash went to work on his balls. Gently sliding one into his mouth, torturing him with pleasure until Taylor spoke, quiet and reverent. Desperation came off him in waves. Or maybe it belonged to all of them.

“Please,” was all Taylor said, and Nash was on his feet. He tore his pants open and shoved them down, kicking out of them. Fuck slow and easy. To hell with putting on a show for him. Nash needed him. Needed to touch and kiss him. He climbed onto the bed, stripped bare just like Taylor, and slid on top of him.

Taylor’s arms wrapped around him and he pulled him down, not that he needed any further urging. Their kisses were wild and frenzied. Somewhere beyond that, outside of their lust bubble, he heard Damon rustle around in the nightstand before the bed dipped and he joined them. With Damon situated behind him, it was Nash’s turn to writhe and moan as two lube-slick fingers pressed against his hole, teasing him open with a long, steady press.

“You should see him like this, Taylor. His hole is so tight. He’s so greedy for it. Can you feel it?” Damon asked. Nash wondered if Damon expected a response beyond the sudden frantic whimper that came from Taylor or the moan that he tore out of Nash when those fingers brushed over his prostate.

“Please, Nash.” Taylor broke the kiss and begged against the corner of Nash’s mouth. “I need you in me, please.”

Nash was sure that Taylor said please about a half dozen more times. Every time he said it, Damon teased Nash, gently stroking his fingers in and out, over that bundle of nerves, lighting Nash up inside like a firework.

Damon pulled out. “Open him up, Nash. Nice and slow.”

Nash sat up and made a circle in the air with his finger. “Turn over for me. Hands and knees.”

Taylor looked like he was trying not to appear too eager, and if he failed…well, Nash would keep that to himself. Once Taylor was settled on his hands and knees, chest pressed into the mattress, legs spread wide, Nash lubed his fingers and teased Taylor’s hole, making circles around the rim, spreading the lube before pressing inside.

A moan erupted out of Taylor, and Nash’s cock throbbed in response. He was hard as granite, and he couldn’t wait to get inside Taylor. And somehow, while he worked his fingers deeper into Taylor’s hole, marveling at the curve of his ass, the way his back bent and his legs spread wider, Damon reached between them and deftly rolled a condom down Nash’s cock.

Nash turned his head and Damon captured his mouth, tangling their tongues together for a brief moment before pulling away. He caught Damon’s gaze and the affection he saw there knocked the wind out of him.

Then Taylor wriggled beneath him, grinding himself backward. He’d been patient enough. Nash smoothed his hands down Taylor’s back, smiling at the way he arched into his touch. Then Nash lined his cock up with Taylor’s hole and pressed inside through the tight ring of muscle.

It resisted a little at first, then Damon told Taylor to breathe and it gave way, taking Nash in, pulling, luring him into his depths like a siren. Nash drowned willingly. Taylor’s hands gripped the bedding. Nash gripped Taylor and he pushed deeper, as deep as he would go. Then a hand was placed against his back, between his shoulders, and Damon urged him to lean forward.

Nash obeyed, panting and biting back moans because already it was so good. So hot and tight and all-consuming. And then Damon was nudging in behind him, kissing his back. Sliding his cock into place, waiting. Nash took a deep breath and Damon thrust into him all at once, just the way Nash liked it. Fast and firm. He felt consumed by Damon. By both of his men. It was like Damon was giving him to Nash, pressing him deeper into Taylor as he buried himself inside Nash.

Nash leaned forward and braced his hands on the bed. His head bowed and he took a few deep breaths, trying to control himself. He’d never done this before. Felt this connection in more ways than just physical. It was transcendent. Like Damon was owning them both in this moment, fucking Taylor and using Nash to do it. Nash wasn’t sure he’d survive this. It was too good. Too big and bright and everything.

Damon fisted Nash’s hair in one hand and sank into him hard and deep, and Nash had to do everything in his power to stop himself from coming.

He’d imagined this exact thing, but nothing he thought of came close. Imagination had only gotten him so far. It only provided the visual. The what if. The “I wonder what it would be like.” And though he’d dreamed of it, the reality of it was too good to put into words.

CHAPTER 21

DAMON

Maybe this would crash and burn. What they had was supernova bright and Damon basked in the glow of it. It didn’t matter that Nash was the one inside Taylor because they were all connected in this primal way. All instinct and urges, driving him forward, again and again.

His hands gripped Nash tightly, pinning him in place as he thrust. Damon leaned forward, mirroring the way Nash’s head bent down, and he mouthed wet kisses against Nash’s too-hot skin. The pink flush of good sex tinted Nash’s neck and spread slowly across his shoulders. Damon loved that he knew Nash’s body well enough to know that about him. That he could see the effect they were having on him made Damon want to puff out his chest.

And somewhere on the other side of Nash, Taylor squirmed and whimpered and buried his moans into the pillows. The rhythm changed a bit when Taylor’s eager body slid back to meet Damon’s forward thrusts, as though they could somehow feel each other through Nash.

The most breathtaking sight was Taylor and the expression on his face when he turned to catch Damon’s eye.

“Kiss me,” he pleaded. Face shiny with sweat, tinted pink. Pouty lips sparkling with moisture. He had wide, wild, eyes framed by his impossibly long lashes. Taylor was easily the most beautiful man Damon had ever seen. It did things to him that he couldn’t name to have an ethereal beauty like Taylor look at him the way he was.

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