Page 15 of The Princess, the Prick & the Priest (Confessions 4)

“Yes, Robert?”

“Get naked.”

Priest’s eyes glittered like diamonds, as he slowly released Julien and removed his shorts and boxer briefs.

Priest was commanding in clothes, but without them, he owned any person fortunate enough to be in his bedroom. Luckily for Robbie, that now only included him and Julien, and they were always left in awe whenever Priest stood before them like he was now.

His hair was pushed back from his ruggedly handsome face, except for the one piece that always fell forward on his forehead, and that small thing reminded Robbie of all the times Priest had thrust that powerful body inside either him or Julien, and that hair had fallen down from the force of it. And one look at Julien told Robbie that he was thinking the exact same thing.

With his head turned, and his eyes locked on Priest, Julien was greedily devouring the body moving closer to his, and when the corner of Priest’s mouth quirked up in an immoral smile, Julien groaned deep in his throat.

Fuck. While Julien was all sleek and sensual when naked, Priest was full-on power—and this was going to be so damn hot that Robbie thought the room might catch on fire.

“Now, kiss,” Robbie said, and when Julien pivoted toward Priest, their cocks grazed one another, and Priest reached for the back of Julien’s neck and hauled him in.

Robbie moaned as though it were his mouth Priest was now destroying, him taking such a long taste of Julien, and he clamped a fist around his dick to stop himself from coming as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

This kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t a kiss to see if the other was interested and wanted to go further. No. This kiss was rough, passionate, and full of pent-up aggression and frustration.

Priest’s fingers dug into Julien’s neck and shoulder, as he angled his head and speared his tongue into Julien’s mouth. Julien threaded his fingers through Priest’s hair and twisted, hanging on as he bit down on Priest’s lip, making him grunt, pull back, and then go at him again from a different direction.

Robbie’s pulse raced, his blood like a wildfire in his veins as he watched the two on the opposite side of the bed. Priest grabbed at Julien’s ass, and Julien thrust his hips forward, grinding his cock along the underside of Priest’s, and as they continued to go at one another, Robbie still wanted more.

“That,” Robbie said, and as they tore apart and looked at him, their chests heaved against one another. “I want to watch more of that for my birthday.”

“Be specific, sweetheart,” Priest said. “What exactly are you asking for?”

The untamed expression in both Julien’s and Priest’s eyes told Robbie they knew exactly what he was asking for. But if they needed him to spell it out, then he had no problem with that. In fact, he’d never wanted to say the words more.

“I want to watch you two fuck.”

Chapter Five

A dirty-talking princess

is much more fun than a proper one.

Trust us, we should know

~ Julien & Priest

DAMN. THOSE WORDS coming from Robbie had Julien clenching his teeth, as did the way Robbie was lounging back in his chair with his wanton eyes roaming all over them. Robbie looked like a man who’d paid top dollar for an explicit show and expected to get it—and boy was he about to.

As Priest kneaded Julien’s shoulders, he couldn’t help but groan as his husband moved in behind him and put his lips just under his ear. Robbie nodded, but said nothing, making it very clear that what Priest was doing was exactly what he wanted to see.

Julien shut his eyes and leaned back into the strong body behind him. He reveled in the feel of the hard length that would soon be inside his body, as it found a place for now nestled between the cheeks of his ass, and Priest growled out a soft rumble of approval.

“Damn,” Robbie said, and Julien opened his eyes in time to see him sit up and put his feet on the floor.

The air in the room crackled with sexual energy, and then Priest lit the match.

“Brace your hands on the mattress,” he said in Julien’s ear, and as Priest urged him down to their bed, Robbie finally got to his feet.

Julien’s palms landed atop their duvet at the same time Robbie’s shorts hit the floor, and then Robbie opened the bedside drawer, grabbed a bottle of lube, and climbed onto the opposite side of the mattress.

As Priest crowded down behind Julien, he pressed a kiss to the base of his neck, and Robbie tossed the lube down beside them and settled back on his heels to watch.

Julien arched into the solid pressure of Priest’s body, and when Priest reached for the bottle and opened it, Julien’s eyes found Robbie’s.

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