Page 6 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

As his dark brown eyes searched mine, I struggled to breathe, but not too deep, or else I’d move and the bubble would burst.

Caleb wasn’t moving either. He was so still. Was he waiting for something? Why was he looking at me like that? He had tostop. But if he looked away, he’d notice that my dick was making my reaction obvious.

“Travis?” His voice was barely a whisper, but he was so close that his breath warmed my lips.

Without thinking, I licked along my lower one, like I could taste some part of him that way, and his eyes dropped to the move.

And didn’t look away.

Oh God. He was seriously testing my self-control right now. It wouldn’t have mattered if I was stone-cold sober—the fact that I could feel his cock jerk against my hip meant he was turned on, and I was the one making that happen.

When his eyes met mine again, his pupils blown and heavy with what I could only read as desire, I slammed the door on every rational thought, every voice in my head screaming at me not to take this further.

Still holding his wrist, I inched it down slowly so that his fingers trailed over the curve of my jaw and down my neck. I didn’t take my eyes off him, watching for any small movement, any change to indicate I was taking this too far.

The second I moved his palm onto my chest, I knew he had to feel the way my heart was beating so fast and hard I thought I might pass out.

Don’t do it. Don’t make a move. You can’t. It’ll ruin everything.

I thought I’d locked the door on all the logical thoughts smacking me upside the head, but they were back and they were making sense now. This was a terrible idea, even though nothing felt more perfect than our hands on each other.

As luck would have it, just as I started to pull away, a lock of brown hair fell across Caleb’s forehead, blocking his eyes from mine. Instinctively, I reached up, threading my fingers throughit and pushing it back from his gorgeous face so I could see all of him.

Caleb sucked in a breath, and I froze for all of two seconds before I tightened my grip in his hair and lifted myself up to close the distance between our mouths.

And then…I kissed him.

Lips, soft and full, just as I’d always imagined them, pressed against mine in a way I’d only ever fantasized about. But in every one of those daydreams they’d quickly been snatched away from me. Not this time, though, and that’s how knew it was different. That it was real.

Caleb’s lips parted under mine, a soft gasp of surprise at first that soon changed to a groan of pleasure as his fingers curled around my shirt. I had no idea how long this would last, so like a thief trespassing, I boldly stole what I could before I was caught and hauled away.

I slipped my tongue inside his mouth, tasting the tequila we’d drunkwaytoo much of tonight, and Caleb thrust his hips forward, his erection coming into direct contact with mine.

A strangled sound escaped me, the pleasure and pain of finally having him so close almost too much to stand, as I scooted even closer, widening my legs for him to slip his in between.

What the hell was happening right now?

I knew it was real—I could feel it in every beat of my heart, every throb of my dick. But this wasCaleb.

Caleb kissing me.

Caleb touching me.

Caleb rubbing his cock up against me.

“Caleb…” I tore my lips from his, the blood ringing in my ears making it difficult to think as I trailed my fingers down his cheek to his mouth, touching his swollen lips. Lips swollen from mine. I couldn’t believe it. I’d waited so long for this moment, years.And now here it was. Herehewas. Looking at me like he wanted me to do it all again.

So I did.

I crushed our lips together, his groan becoming my own as I trailed my hands down his dress shirt, memorizing the feel of his body. My fingers found the final button, and I slipped it free. When he didn’t stop me or pull away, I unbuttoned a few more.

I needed to touch his skin. I needed to feel it beneath my hands. I brushed my fingers down the trail of hair leading into his boxer briefs, and Caleb’s hips jutted up against mine. The blood rushing around my head seemed to drown out all common sense as I slipped my fingers under the waistband of his briefs and teased the warm skin there.

Would he tell me to stop now? I kept waiting for him to grab my hand and put an end to it all. What was happening was too good to be true. But when he took hold of my face and licked deeper into my mouth, I didn’t hold back.

The second I slid my fingers down over his cock and felt how long, thick, and hard he was, there was no way I was letting him go without seeing him come. I wrapped my hand around him, giving a nice, slow pull, and his moan into my mouth was pure sex.

The sound spurred me on, somehow ramping up my need. His briefs were too constricting at this angle, and I shoved them down, freeing his erection. I ripped my mouth away to look at him, at the flush of his dick and the way his plump head glistened.

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