Page 64 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

Caleb looked down at my pumping fist, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t say things like that. This is?—”

“Exactly the way it’s meant to be. You, me, it’s always been us.”

“Always fighting…”

“Just another kind of heat, that’s all.” I brushed my thumb over the sticky head of my dick. “You know that.”

Caleb shifted in his seat, dipping his hand between his legs to adjust himself, but it was no use. His dick was as hard as mine, and probably causing a mess inside his jeans. But was it my fault he was stubborn?

“You know, a good way to find out if your dick is broken is to use it.” I eyed the hand between his legs, and he brought it up to flip me off.“I’m serious. Feel free to unzip and check it’s all working if you like.”

“And give you a free show in the process?”

“You give me one, and I’ll give you one.”

“You’re already giving me one.”

I’d give him even more if he said the words, but I had a feeling this was as far as he was willing to go. He was still busy trying to wrap his head around the fact he was turned on by a guy sitting across from him and jacking off.

His eyes on me was enough to keep my dick hard, though. Hell, the fantasy of that was enough. But having the reality staring at the way I was fingering my piercing and pumping my dick through my fist was making any kind of restraint close to impossible.

“You could always leave if you don’t like it.”

Caleb raised his gaze, and his blown pupils confirmed that he liked what I was doing. So I kept going.

I leaned my head back on the couch and started to really work myself, rough strokes from base to tip, using my pre-cum as lube.

Caleb moved in his chair, sliding a little further down it and spreading his legs wide, apparently happy for the talking to be done—or maybe just happy that I’d stopped asking the hard questions.

Either way, the only sounds in the room now were his breathing matching pace with mine and the slip and slide of my hand up and down my cock.

I gripped the shirt he’d tossed me a little harder, jealous it had been touching his bare skin earlier. When I brought it up under my nose and inhaled, Caleb sucked in a breath.

Now you get it. If I can’t touch you, I’m going to get as close to you as I can the only way I can.

I took in another deep breath, drawing in the scent of his soap and cologne, and my balls began to tingle.

It’d always been like this with Caleb. A look, a slight touch, the smell of his soap, and I was ready to go. It was one of the reasons I hadn’t allowed myself to be around him after that horrible night—I didn’t trust myself, and I knew he wasn’t interested.

But now…

His eyes were hooded as they took in my overtly sexual display. But there was no anger there anymore. His full lips were slightly parted and slick where he’d worried them with his tongue.

I wanted them slick with the pre-cum dripping down my hand.

God, I’d fucking pay for that privilege, to see him down on his knees with my dick sliding in and out of his mouth. Or betweenmy legs with his head buried over my cock. I’d start slow, run my fingers through all of that thick brown hair and hold him in place as I thrust in and out of his mouth.

“Fuck.” The curse ripped out of me unexpectedly. “Lick your lips for me.”

I could see the question forming in his mind, but instead of asking it, he licked his bottom lip, as requested.

My hips snapped up as I imagined him swiping that tongue over my cock. I pictured him opening wide and letting me slide in.

“You’re imagining fucking my mouth right now, aren’t you?”

“Yes…” My chest rose and fell as I pumped even harder. “And I’m imagining you letting me.”

“Travis…”

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