Page 29 of Notorious Park Avenue Prince

“The benches,” I said in answer to both the silent and voiced question in the room. “Bend him over one of the benches.”

“Oh, so that’s how it’s going to go,” East said, taking a step forward, but my eyes were on the man behind him. “You’re going to sit up there on your throne and?—”

Zac reached out fast as a whip, and a second later his mouth was crashing down on East’s, silencing him. A thrill shot straight to my dick at the fierce way he took control of the situation, his other hand moving to the back of East’s neck as he thrust his tongue inside that acerbic mouth.

It shouldn’t have surprised me to see Zac assert himself in such a way—he often had to employ an authoritative tone in my absence. But to watch it break free in such a sexual situation was making my cock harder than I’d ever imagined it could be. So was the way he’d managed to capture and hold East’s attention. Not an easy thing to do with the most domineering of the “princes.” But Zac had worked out a way to get under that haughty exterior, and I was more than ready to watch how.

I knew what I was doing was wrong, that there was no scenario in which I should be watching two of my students fuck, even if it was outside Astor. But when East slid his hands around to Zac’s ass, I wasn’t about to stop them.

Zac ran his hand up through the back of East’s hair and tightened it in his fist, and a second later, he tugged their mouths free. The two looked at me then, and the heat and arousalswirling in their eyes had me spreading my legs wide to make sure they could see that I was right there with them.

East smoothed a hand down Zac’s chest and tugged his shirt free, then unbuttoned it and pushed it from his shoulders. As the material fell to the floor, I drank in Zac’s toned physique and marveled at the body I’d never allowed myself to think about. His tight, rigid abs, the sharp cut of the V that tapered down into his pants, and a delicious treasure trail that East was running his fingers through.

Zac sucked in a breath as East flicked open the button of his pants, and when he unzipped him, I mirrored the action.

“Fuck yes,” East said, licking his lips. “Let us see that big cock of yours.”

“Finish taking off Zac’s clothes and I might let you.”

East didn’t hesitate, slipping his fingers inside the waistband of Zac’s pants and briefs and pulling them to the floor. Zac’s cock sprang free, and his attention immediately fell to East, who was kneeling at his feet, licking a path up the underside of it.

Jesus Christ.What had I gotten myself into? These two were sex personified as they began to show me exactly what they liked about “hooking up” together. It was impossible to look away—not that I wanted to—as Zac began to rock his hips forward and demand that East do more—and to my shock, he was only too eager to obey.

East’s lips parted around the wide head of Zac’s dick, and he swallowed it in one practiced move. Zac moaned as his head fell back, squeezing his eyes shut, the pleasure of being sucked so hard making his hips thrust a little faster.

I stroked my palm down over the tight fabric of my pants, my erection threatening to burst through at any moment. But watching the two of them greedily steal their pleasure right in front of me was a temptation even I couldn’t ignore, and I knew right then that watching was not going to be enough.

With their attention on each other, I groaned and Zac’s eyes opened and zeroed in on mine.

I wrapped my hand around my thick length as Zac’s gaze burned a fiery path down to my dick and his nostrils flared. His fantasy tonight had been for me to fuck him, and I knew he was imagining it right now as I shoved my cock through my fist, letting him get a good look at my size and girth.

Zac licked along his lower lip, the hand he had in East’s hair getting a little tighter with each thrust. But now that I was a part of this, now that it was happening, I was going to call the shots.

I ran my eyes down to where East knelt, his mouth full, his hands braced on Zac’s thighs, and while his ass looked really good in his tailored pants, I had a feeling it would look even better naked.

“Strip him,” I ordered Zac in a voice that had both men looking over at me, and when East caught sight of my bared dick, he quickly got to his feet.

“Of course you unveil that monster while my back’s turned,” he said as Zac unfastened his buttons and shoved his shirt aside. But before his pants were removed, East pulled out his wallet and handed Zac a couple of small packets, all the while eyeing my pumping fist.

My lips twitched despite my aroused state. “I didn’t want to interrupt you. You seemed to be enjoying what you were doing, and as you can tell, so was I.”

He said nothing to that as the final piece of his clothing was removed, and I ran my gaze up his legs to his eager cock, which seemed as hungry for attention as its owner.

East’s body was as beautiful as Zac’s, but different in so many ways. He was slightly taller and broader than Zac, and where Zac’s muscles were sharper, more defined, East’s body had an elegance about it.He was long and lean, and I was curious aboutwhat he did to keep in shape. But that wasn’t a conversation we were about to have here.

“And now?” East gripped his dick and gave it a rough pull. “Are you enjoying what I’m doingnow?”

“Yes. But you’re not running this show. I am.” I cut my eyes to the bench beside him. “So kneel and bend over that. Eyes on me.”

East bristled slightly, but he was too turned on to really push back. Instead, he moved behind the black velvet bench and sank to his knees. Zac immediately moved in behind him, understanding exactly what his role now was, as East shifted so he was bent over the flat surface, hands braced on the tufted velvet.

“There,” I said as I met their blistering stares. “Now no one’s back is turned.”

East dragged his teeth over his lower lip as he eyed my wide straddle. “And you’re really going to just sit up there while Zac fucks me?”

“No. I’m going to sit up here and get myselfoffwhile Zac fucks you.”

“Oh God.” Zac’s voice was strained as he gripped the base of his dick for some semblance of control—but I didn’t want control. I wanted him to lose his mind.

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