Page 14 of The Princess, the Prick & the Priest (Confessions 4)

Priest leaned forward and took the end of Julien’s apron tie between his teeth and pulled, and as it fell to the ground at Julien’s feet, Priest’s eyes found Robbie’s fevered ones.

Bossy bottom. He’s totally getting off on this. But then again, so was Priest.

Unable to resist the lure of Julien’s flesh, Priest gently scraped his teeth over one of the rounded curves, and Julien reached back to spear his fingers through Priest’s hair.

“Don’t tease, mon amour,” Julien said, his breathing slightly unstable. “Not if you want this to last.”

“Yeah, Priest,” Robbie said. “Plus, I didn’t say you could bite him. Now, stand up.”

Priest’s eyes narrowed on the impertinent man who was trying his hardest to keep his cool. But when Priest inclined his head and slowly got to his feet, he ran his hands up Julien’s sides, and Robbie moaned.

“Shit,” Robbie said. “Yes, this is… Stroke Jules’s cock for me. I want to watch.”

So their princess wanted a show tonight for real? Okay. That was more than fine with Priest, as he wrapped an arm around Julien’s waist and took his thick erection in hand. The pleasure-filled groan that echoed off the bedroom walls made it crystal clear that it was more than fine with Julien too. The only question that remained was: how far could Robbie take this little show of his before he caved?

With long, sure strokes, Priest began to pull and work Julien’s stiff length until Julien leaned back against him, wrapped an arm up around his neck, and began to pump his hips forward.

“Oh my fucking God,” Robbie said, and quickly let go of himself to unbutton his shirt. It seemed their princess was getting a little bit hot and bothered.

Robbie threw the material aside, and as he fell back in his chair and stuffed his hand back down in his pants, Priest wished like hell he was the one giving orders, because he really wanted to see the delicious prick Robbie was stroking.

“Princesse?” Julien said in a voice that was practically a caress to both the men who were listening, and when Robbie brought his eyes up to Julien’s, he nearly whimpered.

Priest couldn’t blame him. He could only imagine how breathtaking Julien looked right now with his phenomenal body exposed and his cock sliding in and out of Priest’s fist.

“Yes?” Robbie said, his breathing coming a little harder now.

“Can I ask you for something?”

Robbie parted his legs, and his arm flexed, his fingers no doubt tightening around himself, and Priest got the impression that Julien could’ve asked for ten things right then and Robbie would’ve agreed.

But as though Robbie sensed he was caving, falling under Julien’s sensual spell, he seemed to shake himself out of it. “You can…that doesn’t mean you’ll get it, though.”

“Oui, I know. But could you take your shorts off so I can see you?”

Thank. You. Julien, Priest thought. He loved it when all three of them were on the same wavelength, and tonight they most certainly were. That didn’t mean, however, that Robbie was going to let them off the hook that easy, oh no. His blazing blue eyes shifted to Priest’s, and whatever he must’ve seen there made his sweet lips curve into a provocative grin. “Do you want that too?”

“Yes,” Priest answered in an instant.

Robbie’s gaze shifted back to Julien. “Then I’ll think about it. And if you two continue to please me, I just might give it to you.”

Priest’s lips twitched at Robbie’s insolence, and he raised the haughtiest eyebrow Priest had ever seen, and fuck, it was so damn sexy.

“Well? Continue, please,” Robbie said, and then sat back to watch the show.

BEST DECADE EVER. I called it. And if this was the way it was starting out, then Robbie had high hopes for the rest.

When Priest had moved in behind Julien down in the dining room, Robbie had had a sudden vision of them naked, opposite him, but this time with Priest—

“C’est bon, Joel. Harder.”

—doing a whole lot more to Julien than rubbing his shoulders, and now that vision was coming to life.

Julien’s cock was dripping all over Priest’s hand, as Priest brushed his thumb over the swollen head that kept peeking through the end of his grip. But even that wasn’t enough to satiate this hunger Robbie couldn’t seem to satisfy tonight. He wanted more.

He blamed the two of them, of course, for his suddenly insatiable appetite. But come on—Priest and Julien had thrown down this sex gauntlet. Robbie had just picked it up and run.

“Priest?” Robbie said, and when Priest looked over, Robbie reveled in the power he held. He felt lightheaded, drunk on the intoxicating feeling of being in control of these two men—and right now, he totally was. They’d handed him the reins, and he had no trouble playing the boss. Really, no trouble at all.

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