Page 62 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

“Last time?” I slid my fist down to the plump head and fingered the Prince Albert piercing. “No, I didn’t. Want to try it out?”

“Travis.”

“It’s okay to be curious. Just be curious with me.”

“I’m not?—”

“Your body gives you away.” I nodded at the outline of his cock rising to the occasion and felt a supreme sense of satisfaction that I had that effect on him.

“I don’t want it to.”

“Why? Because I’m a guy?”

“Because you’re my stepbrother.”

That was the admission I’d been waiting for, the one I never thought he’d actually say out loud.

I resumed the slow slide of my fist along my growing erection, not letting that deter me.“We are in name. Not by blood.”

“Does it matter?”

“Yeah. It does. Especially if that’s what’s stopping you from taking what you want.”

Caleb let out a long exhale as he scrubbed a hand over his face. “Like you know anything about what I want.”

I knew alittlesomething about that. If it was anything like the hunger I felt just thinking about him, he had to be going out of his mind with need.

“You want me,” I said. “And you can have me. I’m giving you the permission you won’t give yourself.”

A pained look crossed his face.

“Tell you what.” I pushed my pants and briefs down my hips a little and sat on the chair. “I’ll stay right here. I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.”

When Caleb didn’t make a move to leave, I pressed a little further.

“Do me a favor and take your shirt off.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you’re fucking gorgeous and you make my dick hard, that’s why.”

I couldn’t believe I was still able to surprise him after all this time, but he seemed to be at least considering my request.

Hell, I would’ve settled for him watching me, but getting him to take his clothes off was a serious perk.

He toyed with the edge of his shirt, and I sank back into the chair, spitting into my hand to lube myself.

“Just the shirt?”

My dick lurched in my hand at the question, and when I nodded, Caleb pulled it up and over his head. He was about to drop it on the floor when I gestured for it.

“Give it here.”

Caleb looked at the shirt, then back to me. “Why?”

Yeah, you dirty slutbag, why?

“Don’t want to make a mess on the couch.” It was a bullshit answer. But I wasn’t going to confess to wanting to smell him and rub something of his all over me. This was practical, and hopefully he was too far gone to think about it.

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