Page 63 of The Princess, the Prick & the Priest (Confessions 4)

Priest opened for him in an instant, and when Robbie slid his tongue inside, Priest smoothed his hands around to the ass he’d just been admiring. Robbie moaned and took Priest’s face in his hands, angling it just the way he wanted to get a deeper taste, and as he rubbed his swelling dick up against Priest’s, a groan tore from Priest’s throat.

“Jesus,” Priest said as Robbie raised his head and stared down at him. “You’re so fucking beautiful. You feel incredible.”

“So do you. So damn good.” Robbie threaded his fingers through Priest’s hair as he shifted up to his knees to roll his hips forward, and Priest squeezed his ass, bringing him even closer.

Priest flicked his tongue over the nipple near his mouth, and when Robbie’s fingers flexed in his hair, Priest bit down on it, making Robbie thrust into him.

“You want it hard, like that?” Priest said as he looked up at Robbie’s flushed face and tongued his nipple.

“Mhmm,” Robbie said. “Do it again.”

Priest smirked. “Bossy.” He slipped his hands into the elastic of Robbie’s briefs to cup his bare ass, as he lowered his head and bit and sucked at Robbie’s nipple.

Priest kneaded the firm cheeks until Robbie was rocking against him and all but panting, and he could feel Robbie’s pre-cum soaking through his briefs.

“Shit, you need to…” Robbie rolled his hips forward again. “You need to stop or I’m going to—”

“Come?” Priest said as he sat back against the headboard.

“Yes,” Robbie said as he ground his hips down and arched into Priest’s touch. “God. Yes…”

“Well, you’re not going to want to do that just yet,” Priest said, as his eyes shifted over Robbie’s shoulder to where Julien was now standing, naked as the day he was born. “Julien just got here, and we have plans to—what did you say?—spoil you.”

THE SCENE THAT greeted Julien when he walked into the bedroom had his cock stiffening and his feet moving faster.

After he’d finished washing up, he’d debated putting anything back on. But in the end had decided it was just going to get in his way and opted for his preferred state of dress—which was to be undressed. It was a decision he was now glad of, as he took in the way Robbie was grinding all over Priest’s lap in those cheeky pink briefs, and Julien made a promise to himself.

He would watch Robbie do exactly what he was doing right now minus the briefs, by the end of this night.

Robbie looked over his shoulder, ran his fevered eyes down to Julien’s cock, and licked his lips. Putain. Robbie and Priest were so intoxicating to watch together that Julien reached for his dick and began to stroke.

“Damn,” Robbie said, and went to move off Priest’s lap to his side, but Julien shook his head.

“Non,” Julien said. “You stay right there. Joel? Écarte tes jambes.”

Priest reached for something under his pillow and tossed it toward Julien, then opened his legs, which widened Robbie’s straddle and emphasized what a fantastic ass he had.

Julien eyed the bottle of lube as he moved up the bed to kneel behind Robbie. “Dieu. Pink is always my favorite color on you. Pink cheeks, pink lips…” He trailed his fingers along Robbie’s spine until he reached the edge of his briefs, then dipped them inside and down Robbie’s crack, making him moan. “Your pretty pink hole. You look lovely in any shade, and tonight’s no exception, princesse.”

“Ah… More, Jules,” Robbie said, turning his head so his breath ghosted on Julien’s lips. “I want more.”

Julien stroked his finger over Robbie’s hole, and when Robbie sucked in a breath, Julien said, “I’m going to give you a whole lot more, je te le promets. But first—embrasse-moi.”

Julien crushed their lips together, and as he did, he massaged the pad of his finger over Robbie’s eager entrance. Robbie’s ass flexed, and then he gasped and pulled his mouth free to curse, and Julien saw that Priest’s hand was now working Robbie’s cock.

Julien eyed his husband, saw a glimpse of the black briefs he still wore, and knew that Priest had to be as hard as both him and Robbie. So Julien removed his hand from Robbie’s briefs and said, “Let’s get these off you.”

Robbie nodded and hurried off Priest’s lap to shimmy out of his briefs, and Julien was right: Priest’s enormous cock was practically busting through the black material.

When Robbie kicked his briefs aside and looked back to Priest, who’d shifted down the bed and put a second pillow behind his head, his hand found his dick, and Julien did the same. It wasn’t often they got Priest stretched out like this for them to visually feast on, and both of them were taking a second to enjoy the moment.

His auburn scruff and thick, messed-up hair on the white pillows only added to Priest’s rugged appeal, and once you added in the muscles, the treasure trail, and those snug boxer briefs outlining his heavy erection, it was a miracle both Julien and Robbie didn’t come right then and there.

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