Page 13 of The Princess, the Prick & the Priest (Confessions 4)

Oh yes, Robbie thought, as he propped his feet up on the mattress and crossed his ankles. The best seat in the house. The director’s chair.

He took in a steadying breath as he heard heavy footsteps heading his way, and when Julien and Priest came to a standstill in the doorway, Robbie gestured that they come in. “Well, don’t stop there. I want to see my birthday present up close and…personal.”

Priest’s raspy chuckle made Robbie’s balls tingle, and as Julien’s eyes trailed a burning path from Robbie’s feet, up his legs, to his stiff dick, Robbie couldn’t help but slip a hand between his thighs to palm himself.

“Seems our princess has become quite the demanding queen tonight,” Priest said in Julien’s ear, and then he urged Julien forward, his fingers on his lower back. “Where would you like us?”

Robbie pursed his lips. “Mm, over there, I think,” he said, and pointed to the opposite side of the bed.

As Julien walked to the spot indicated, Robbie’s eyes dropped to his thighs. He wasn’t sure if it was the peekaboo element the apron was creating that was making the flex of Julien’s legs so damn sexy. But with every step he took, the glimpse Robbie caught of his muscles beneath had him close to panting.

Julien’s body was unreal, and dressed as he was right now—or not dressed—it was difficult for Robbie to think clearly. Add in the way Priest’s eyes were zeroed in on Julien’s ass, and it all promised that Robbie was about to get the best birthday present he’d ever received.

JULIEN CAME TO a stop where Robbie had instructed, and he could feel Priest’s body heat emanating off him, he was so close. But when Julien reached for the tie at the back of his apron, wanting nothing in between them, Robbie shook his head.

“Non, non, monsieur,” Robbie said, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and that look promised all kinds of trouble was about to ensue. “That’s not what I told you to do. I want Priest to take it off, and I get whatever I want tonight.”

“Oui, you do. My mistake,” Julien said, grateful for the freedom the apron afforded when Priest smoothed a hand up his spine and tugged him back, so Julien’s bare ass was now cradling his massive erection.

Dieu. That felt good, and clearly Priest agreed.

“Better behave yourself, Julien,” Priest said, and his breath on Julien’s ear made a shiver of anticipation race down his spine. “It seems Robert is feeling extra feisty tonight.”

Robbie gave a flirty shrug. “Fair’s fair. You two came up with all of this; I’m just collecting my winnings. And this first part requires you, Mr. Priestley, down on your knees.”

Priest raised an eyebrow. “I thought I was taking off his apron.”

“You are,” Robbie said, as his eyes trailed up to Julien’s, the glint in them making them practically twinkle. “With your teeth.”

Julien cursed, and Priest’s fingers dug into his hips.

“And you think I’m the cock tease in this threesome,” Priest said. “I think you just stole the title, sweetheart.”

Robbie seemed to like that, if the flush that stained his cheeks was any indication. Then Priest let go of Julien and did as he was instructed, shifting down to his knees.

Julien looked over his shoulder, and when Priest raised his head, the melted steel that connected with him promised that whatever was about to follow would be so fucking hot, it would likely melt Julien to the ground.

“You are a tease,” Robbie said, recapturing Julien’s attention as he slipped his hand under the elastic of his pajama shorts. “A big, mean one. But now I’m going to finish this the way I want. And I want you to take off his apron…with your mouth.”

Julien caught his breath as the tip of Priest’s tongue flicked over the round curve of his ass, and when one of Priest’s hands smoothed up the front of his thigh to circle the base of his dick, Julien swayed on his feet.

“Putain de merde,” Julien said, and gritted his teeth, not knowing if he wanted to thrust forward into Priest’s hand or back toward his teasing mouth.

“Yes,” Robbie said, as he uncrossed his ankles and widened his legs. “Take the apron off him, Priest. I want to see what you’re doing.”

Julien’s eyes found Robbie’s, and the dark desire swirling there told him that whatever Robbie had in mind for them after this was something he desperately wanted. Lucky for Robbie, they were more than willing to give him whatever his dirty little heart desired tonight.

PRIEST HAD KNOWN that laying a little groundwork this afternoon would pay off in the best ways imaginable. But he’d had no idea which direction Robbie would take them in once that clock struck ten.

Still didn’t, really. But with Robbie sprawled back in the chair with his bare feet on the bed and his hand in those shorts, he was difficult to ignore—and so was his uppity attitude.

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