Page 65 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

“You wouldn’t be able to talk,” I said. “Just groan. I’d grip your hair and hold you still as I make you taste me.”

“Jesus.” Caleb began to stroke over the denim strangling his dick.

“I’d want to come in your mouth, or maybe all down your chest. Then when you put this back on”—I brought his shirt down to my flushed cock and stroked—“you’d also smell like me.”

I began to fuck into his shirt, the ideas I’d just voiced running rampant in my head as I looked at the object of my desire sitting only feet away from me, now rubbing himself.

Then he said, “I love how you smell.”

And that was it.

My balls tightened and my toes curled as Caleb’s name tore from my lips. Then I exploded in a fierce rush, spraying cum all over his shirt as I pumped every last drop of myself onto the soft fabric.

It was one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever had, and that I’d had it in front of Caleb was no surprise. After all, he’d been the star in every one of my sexual fantasies since we met.

When my breathing calmed, I glanced across and noticed a wet spot in the jeans he’d refused to take off. I couldn’t help my smirk as I raised my eyes to his, happy to report back to him, “I guess it’s not broken after all.”

NINETEEN

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HOW THE HELL was I supposed to sleep? I’d been lying there for hours, sheets twisted from tossing and turning, unable to shut my brain off—so many thoughts, so many emotions, that I was having a hard time sifting through them all.

Hard. Now that’s a laugh.

Watching Travis get himself off to me had been so hot I’d come in my fucking jeans. The guy, he had no filter. His actions, his words, they all dripped with sex, and hearing him talk about wanting to fuck my mouth…?

Damn. I couldn’t deny the attraction at this point. It was obvious there was something about Travis that drew me in, that made me want to do more than just look at him or fight with him. Seeing him touch himself, knowing I was the one to make him explode like that, was an ego boost like no other. At least, that was what part of me said.

The other side, the rational part of my brain, told me I wasn’t anything special. Travis could get an erection when the wind blew. I knew what kind of guy he was, that he enjoyed sex and had probably had more partners than I could fathom, so what was I? A challenge? The one person he could never get, and that made him want me even more?

So that was my appeal, then. I was the stepbrother he shouldn’t touch.

Then what the hell was I doing thinking about him, reliving the kisses that never should’ve happened in the first place? Wondering what it would be like to feel his hands on me again? Nothing had ever felt that good, and admitting it to myself sent a wave of panic flooding through me.

This was why it’d been safer to steer clear of Travis all these years. It was easier to ignore him, forget him, hate him.

Fuck, why had I ever given in? If I hadn’t kissed him back all those years ago, if I hadn’t been curious about what it would be like, then we never would’ve gotten to this point.

Then again, I wasn’t the one who’d ruined our friendship by acting like a jerk. For so long I’d run through the events of that night and the aftermath, trying to pinpoint what had happened to make Travis flip the way he had.

I wanted to ask him, to get it all out in the open, but doing that might make things worse. And I couldn’t handle any more tension with Travis.

As I rolled onto my side, trying to find a comfortable position, which was proving impossible, I forced myself to dive back into the past one more time.

OH MY GOD. Oh my God. Oh my God.I scrambled to my feet, stuffing my cock back in my boxer briefs. The evidence was all over my hands, though—my cum, wrung from Travis’s talented fingers.

What have I done?I stared down at Travis lying on the Persian rug, his boxer briefs down his thighs, his spent dick in his hand, and broke into a cold sweat.

“Caleb—” he started, rising to a sitting position, but I didn’t want him coming any closer.

I stumbled back, suddenly unable to breathe, desperately needing some air. Everything had just happened so fast that I couldn’t process it, and all I could think to do was put some distance between us.

I’d fully intended on going up to my room, but somehow I ended up in the guest bathroom, falling back against the door, slamming it shut.

Closing my eyes, I dropped my head back and took in a few massive gulps of air. The suffocating feeling finally eased, but it did nothing to calm my racing pulse.

It’s fine, everything is fine. It’s just Travis. Just your best friend. We were drinking and took things a little too far, that’s all.

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