Page 99 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

The taste of him was so intoxicating it was all I could do to finish stripping him naked to get this started. But when I got to my feet, Caleb shook his head.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he said, looking pointedly at the pants I still wore.

“That a problem? Feeling impatient?”

He gripped his cock at the base and gave himself a rough stroke. “Or I could just get myself off, if you’re not interested.”

I got rid of my clothes in a fucking heartbeat, and once I was fully naked, I pushed him back on the table.

I only took a second to admire the way he looked laid out, all those hard muscles tensed and ready. Had the anticipation not been killing me, I could’ve stared at him all night. But I needed to touch him too badly.

I climbed up over him, straddled his waist, and forced his arms up over his head. Keeping my hands on his wrists, I leaned down to kiss him deep and began to move my hips, writhing over him, rubbing my leaking dick against his.

Caleb made an incoherent sound that I swallowed before repeating the move. His arms strained against my hold, like he wanted them free to touch me. I held him down tighter, running my cock along his, the pre-cum from both of us giving a sweet slide.

I let go of one of his wrists and reached between us to wrap my hand around both of our rock-hard lengths. We were too thick for my fingers to get anywhere near touching, but the squeeze of pressure felt so damn good that Caleb slapped his free hand against the table.

“Oh shit—” His words cut off as he sucked in a sharp breath and arched his hips, like he wanted even more.

“I remember you like that,” I murmured, before letting go of his other wrist so I could use both hands to work us over. He grasped my thighs and lifted his head so he could watch the action.

“It just feels so fucking good.”

Damn, that was such a turn-on. So was the way he kept thrusting up into my hand. He was watching every move I made with an intense focus that ramped my desire so fast and hard that if I didn’t tread carefully here, this would end too soon.

And greedy bastard that I was, I wanted more. So much more. If I had my way, I’d tell him to fuck me right here on this table, to make it so good neither of us would ever be able to look at it again without coming in our pants.

Caleb’s fingers dug into my thighs almost painfully and he let out a choked, “What?”

I froze. Had I said that out loud?

He reached up, gripped the back of my neck, and pulled me down until my lips hovered over his. “You want me to fuck you? Right here, right now?”

Yep.He’d heard me. The last remaining bit of caution I had about not pushing Caleb too far, too soon flew out the window at the lust glazing his eyes.

“Hell yes.” My lips grazed his and I didn’t know who trembled, if it was me, him, or hell, it could’ve been both of us. “Tell me you want that. To be deep inside me, making me come all over our parents’ dining room table.”

“Travis… Shit.” His fingers tightened on my neck, and he closed the distance between us with a harsh kiss. His tongue ran along the seam of my lips, forcing its way into my mouth so he could devour me in a way that felt a hell of a lot like he was sayingyesto me. And if that didn’t tell me,the slap he gave my ass did, followed by his command to, “Get on your goddamn knees.”

I shifted off him so he could sit up, but the two of us being six feet and sprawled across the table not meant for two bodies to lay across it made it a tight fit.

Much like Caleb was going to find my ass to be in three…two…

I dropped down onto my hands and knees as he moved in behind me.

“Dammit,” he said. “Tell me you left some lube in your room upstairs.”

I snorted. “You can put it in me fucking raw and I’ll still beg for it. Don’t worry.”

“Travis. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Remember? I don’t mind it rough.” But to appease him, I leaned over the edge of the table and grabbed my pants. Good thing I never went anywhere without supplies, especially now that Caleb was interested in my dick.

And, thank good God almighty, my ass.

I slapped a couple condoms and some pocket lube packets on the table as I moved back to all fours. My ass clenched in eager anticipation, and I had to force myself to breathe.

He wanted me to be his first, but if I had things my way, I’d be his last.

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