Page 13 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

So when he led us past the DJ into a small hall and told a tall, muscled guy in all black, “Don’t let anyone back here,” my dick started to pound in time to the throbbing music pumping out of the speakers.

Sin directed me a little way down the darkened path, and then tugged me inside a room.

I was about to ask him what he had planned next, but before I could utter a word, my back was up against the wall and Sin’s hands were on either side of my head. He stared down at me, those amber eyes practically glowing in the dimly lit space, and I groaned.

“Fucking hell.” Sin’s voice was raspy as his gaze drifted over me until it landed on the erection I had no hope of hiding. “I’ve been thinking about this moment ever since you eye-fucked me to orgasm last week.”

I pushed my hips forward, dying to get his hands on me. “I eye-fucked you?”

“You know you did. Stood there, out of touching distance, and stroked your dick, teasing me with what I couldn’t have.” Sin stroked the backs of his fingers down my lapel. “You’re in touching distance now…”

Fuck yes I was. I was in touching, kissing, and fucking distance. All of which I wouldn’t mind him doing to me right now.

“So, what are you going to do about it?”

A grin that could only be describe assinfulspread across Sin’s mouth, and he trailed his hand down my jacket and pushed the hem aside. Then he gently teased the outline of my dick.

“I’m going to fucking touch you.”

Before I could point out he already was, Sin flattened his palm and rubbed it up and down my length, applying a delicious amount of pressure before curling his fingers around me.

Then he leaned in until our lips barely touched and said, “And now, I’m going to taste you.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. The second his tongue swept across my lower lip and entered my mouth, I reached for his jacket and pulled him as close as I could get him.

His hand on my dick squeezed and massaged me through my pants, and his tongue tangled with mine the way I wanted our bodies to. The scruff surrounding his wicked mouth tickled the skin of my clean-shaven face, and when he nipped at my lower lip and brought his other hand off the wall to grab my ass, I moaned from the pure pleasure.

It wasn’t often I was with a guy taller than me, not to mention so much…brawnier. But something about the way Sin manhandled me made my dick pound even harder. I wound my arms around his neck, my fingers itching to get into his hair and pull his tie free, but when I felt my back move up the wall, I held on and went with it.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, bucking my hips forward against his.

“Jesus Christ, I knew you’d feel good against me.” He cradled my cheek and then drew his hand down to my neck before leaning in and nipping at my lower lip. “It’s a goddamn shame you won’t be the one under me at my next shoot.”

I rolled my hips forward, trying to get him to move again. “I’m here now…”

“Yes, you are,” he growled, moving his mouth down my jaw. “And I still can’t fucking have you.”

My eyes opened as I felt the scrape of his teeth against my skin. “In case it wasn’t clear, I’m up for this.” I thrust my hips against his, letting him feel exactly how up for it I was.

“You think I don’t want to take you right here, right now? That the way you’re moving your body tells me exactly how good this would be.”

“Willbe,” I corrected him. If I wasn’t holding on to his shoulders, I would’ve reached between us and unzipped his pants just to clarify that this thing between us was happening.

I captured his mouth again, diving in deep to taste every inch of him, and he met me with equal fervor, intensifying the fire between us. My cock strained painfully behind my briefs in this position, needing the relief Sin’s body promised.

“Fuck.” He ripped his mouth away and dropped his forehead against mine. As he took in a ragged breath, the fog of lust cleared my brain enough that I realized something about this encounter wasn’t as two-sided as I’d assumed.

I lowered my legs back to the floor, wondering what the problem was, but I didn’t get a chance to ask before Sin said, “I can’t.”

It was like a bucket of ice water had been thrown over my head. He didn’t move away, as he seemed to try to get himself under control, but that was the last thing I wanted. I wanted to beoutof control, and I wanted him so deep inside me I wouldn’t be able to walk out of here.

“I want to. Trust me, I fucking want to.”

Was he serious? “I’m not understanding the problem.”

Sin sighed and pulled back to look at me. His hand curved around the side of my neck, his thumb tracing my jaw. “Tomorrow’s my first big shoot. I’m under strict orders not to…come before then.”

I blinked once. Then twice. “That’s a rule?”

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