“Second youngest. Felicity’s the baby and a total pain in the ass,” Robbie said, but his smile spoke of the affection he had for her. “What about you two? Brothers? Sisters?”
In an instant, Julien was hit with a barrage of images from out of nowhere. Flashing lights, screaming sirens, someone shouting—most likely him—and the comfort from a second ago got sucked up like a black hole had just opened over the top of him.
Julien’s mind started to whirl, his pulse started to race, and he felt as though someone had just reached inside his chest, taken a hold of his heart, and tightened their fist around it. He couldn’t breathe.
But then Priest spoke up, and like always, his voice pulled Julien back. Back from the bottomless pit he had once been so well acquainted with.
“Robert?”
Unaware of the landmine he’d just stepped on, Robbie looked at Priest, and Julien wanted to fall down on his knees and thank his husband for the distraction, but he was still trying to work out how to breathe.
Dieu, not now, Julien told himself as he balled his fists under the table.
“Are you done with your meal?” Priest said, his voice clear and concise, and Julien made it a point to concentrate on that.
“Yes.” Robbie’s breathy voice served to bring Julien’s focus around to the fine line of his torso, and the sight of his smooth skin effectively banished all of the other ugly images trying to resurface.
“Then stand and come over here. No more talking, until I say so,” Priest said, and as Robbie pushed back his chair and stood, Priest’s eyes found Julien’s.
The concern there was obvious, but as the memories receded, Julien inclined his head, letting his husband know: It’s okay. I’m okay. And he was.
But now, more than ever, he was ready for Priest to take over. For Priest to take the reins and lead them all where they would go, because ultimately that was far away from where Julien’s head had just been, and that was exactly where he wanted to be.
AS ROBBIE GOT to his feet and started toward him, Priest glanced at Julien to make sure he was back. That he was present in the dining room and not lost in that head of his. Their eyes met, Julien’s flashed a brilliant green, and he then aimed them at Robbie and nodded once. There. He was back and letting Priest know he was okay and it was time. They were finally going to make Robbie theirs.
When Robbie reached Priest’s side, he stopped there and waited as Priest laid his utensils on his plate and said, “Take off your pants.”
Without a word, Robbie’s hands moved to the button at his waist, and with a whoosh, the material left Robbie’s hips and headed south.
“Are you finished, mon amour?” Julien asked as he came up on the opposite side of the table to Robbie and pointed at Priest’s plate.
“With the food and wine, yes. It was delicious as always,” Priest said, and Julien leaned down and said against his lips, “Thank you,” and Priest knew he meant that for much more than the food.
As Julien cleared off the table and left to put the plates and glasses in the sink, Priest finally turned to the silent man standing beside him, and the sight that greeted him made Priest hungry all over again.
Robbie stood in nothing but a thin black scrap of material that was straining over his erection. His hands were balled into fists by his side, as though he were fighting the urge to stroke himself, and his breathing was coming in more rapid bursts the longer Priest looked at him.
Priest pushed his chair back from the end of the table, leaving enough space for a person to stand between him and it, and then gestured that Robbie should fill that space.
Without taking his eyes off Priest’s, Robbie walked to the spot that had been indicated, and Priest said, “Turn around and face Julien.”
At the order, Robbie’s eyes widened, as he seemed to realize that would mean turning his back on Priest. But then he slowly pivoted so he was looking up the dining table, that was now devoid of everything bar the tablecloth, two condoms, and a bottle of lube, and was staring at Julien, who was standing at the other end completely naked, with his beautiful cock in hand.
“Oh shit,” Robbie whispered, as Priest got to his feet.
“What did I say about talking?” Priest said, and Robbie’s entire body trembled at his question, making Priest’s cock harden, demanding it be freed from the pants he’d shoved it into after his bath.
“You said not to, but—” Robbie’s words cut off when Priest moved in close enough that the outline of his erection was pressed against Robbie’s bare ass cheeks.
“But what? I said not to, and you disobeyed.” Priest ran his finger up and down the thin strip covering Robbie’s hole, making him whimper. “Time to learn what happens when you do that. Bend over and brace your hands on the table, Robert.”
At Priest’s order, Julien pumped his cock up and down, and Robbie, ever so slowly, bent over as instructed. When he was in place, Priest put a hand on his lower back and then smoothed it over one of his creamy cheeks, and Robbie dropped his head forward and pushed his ass up a little higher.
“I am loving your penchant for skimpy underwear, Robert. This thong is particularly arousing. Spread your legs,” Priest said, his voice gruff, his arousal like a beast clawing at him to get free and attack that which was in front of him, and once Robbie had widened his stance, Priest slowly raised his hand, and then landed a cracking smack on his ass.
Robbie cursed, the blow smarting enough to have him glaring back at Priest.
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
“Fuck y—” The second smack had Robbie gripping the tablecloth and Priest looking up to meet Julien’s eyes, and the lust swirling there told Priest that the second this flimsy material was removed from Robbie’s body, things were going to get fucking crazy.
“From here on out,” Priest said as he ran his palm up Robbie’s back, “if you misbehave or mouth off to me, I’m going to take your pants off and smack your very fine little ass wherever we may be. Do you understand?”
Priest trailed his fingers back down Robbie’s spine, and then slipped one under the material dividing his ass.
“Yes,” Robbie said, panting, and Priest began to run his finger up and down, tugging on the strip, causing the front of the material to massage against Robbie’s erection.
Robbie rocked back toward him, trying to get closer, trying to get more of anything to relieve his ache, but that wasn’t about to happen. Not just yet.
Priest removed his finger and fitted his covered cock back against Robbie, who made a mewling sound of pleasure. Robbie’s fingers flexed around the tablecloth as Priest crowded down over him, aligning his stomach, abdomen, and chest along Robbie’s naked back, and when he was in place, Priest wrapped an arm around Robbie to tilt his chin up so he was looking directly at Julien.
“Do you remember our date last week?” Priest said. “I believe Julien told you one of his favorite things to do. Do you remember what it was?”
Robbie squirmed in response, letting Priest know Robbie was more than aware of what he was speaking of.
“Yes? Good. Because I’m going to drag this tiny little thong off your ass, and then he’s going to come over here, eat you for dessert, and then fuck you so this tight little hole is ready for what I’m going to give it.”
Julien cursed as he punched his hips forward in eager agreement with Priest’s words, and Robbie moaned.
Priest then let Robbie go and moved back from his body. He ran his palms over the soft, pale skin of Robbie’s sides until he hooked his fingers in the elastic at his hips and then dragged it over his ass, down his legs, and to his ankles.
When Priest was kneeling on the floor at Robbie’s feet, he said, “Lift,” and tapped Robbie’s right leg, and Robbie obeyed. Fuck, Priest needed to get his hands off Robbie now, before he took him with no preparation at all. He glanced up at the picture before him. A fully naked Robbie, who was bent at the waist with his hands planted firmly on their dining room t
able—and he looked fucking delectable.
Patience, Priest reminded himself. Your patience will be rewarded.
“Julien,” Priest said, as he rose to his feet. “Viens ici.”
As Julien walked down the side of the table, he picked up one of the condoms, and Robbie’s head turned to follow his approach until Julien was out of sight. Priest grazed a finger across Robbie’s red ass cheek, making him jump, as Julien’s eyes roved over the exquisite man splayed out on their dining room table.
“He looks spectacular like this, doesn’t he?” Priest asked.
“Oui,” Julien said, as Priest took the condom from him and tore it open with his teeth. “He does.”
“Mmm,” Priest said, and brushed his mouth across Julien’s lips. “I want to watch you two fuck.”
When Julien’s lips parted against his on a groan, Priest reached for Julien’s cock and rolled the condom on. Then he started to work it. “Show Robert how talented this mouth and cock are, and then I’ll show him how talented mine are.”
Priest grabbed the back of Julien’s neck and shoved his tongue deep inside his mouth in a brutal kiss full of raging desire, and Julien returned it, his teeth scraping Priest’s lip, his hands gripping Priest’s biceps so hard his blunt nails were leaving marks, and finally, when he tore his mouth free, Julien said, “Go. Take your seat. It’s time I kneeled for our princesse.”
Chapter Eighteen
CONFESSION
“Take it like a man” has never
sounded more appealing than
it does right now.
JULIEN WATCHED WITH ravenous eyes as Priest left them to go and take his vacated spot at the far end of the table, and he found himself left behind the exquisite delight that was a naked Robbie, bent over with his legs spread apart—his for the taking.
“Robert?” Priest’s voice was a seductive lure, and had Robbie raising his head to look at where Priest now stood with his hands at the sides of his pants. “Keep your eyes on me, and don’t talk. Not until I say so.”
Then, with the innate grace of one who was completely comfortable in his own skin, Priest pushed his pants from his hips, and his thick cock jutted out from the dark auburn curls surrounding its wide base.
Julien growled at the sight, knowing just how fucking powerful that particular organ was when Priest unleashed it on you, and Robbie must have had some inkling too, because he thrust backward, seeking some kind of fulfillment, the visual aid only adding to his already aroused body.
“He’s magnifique, isn’t he?” Julien ran his palm over Robbie’s rosy cheek and let his fingers creep between the crack of his ass. “He’s been wanting to put his cock inside you for months now—are you ready for that?”
As Julien’s finger found Robbie’s hole and teased, Robbie grabbed the cloth in his left hand and pulled it toward himself, refusing to speak, just as he’d been told.
Bon garçon.
Julien moved down behind the delicious man he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on, and let his eyes finally leave the impressive cock his husband was now stroking. As he knelt down, on eye level with Robbie’s ivory skin, Julien ran his palms up the backs of Robbie’s thighs until he cupped both cheeks and said, “Open wide, princesse.”
Immediately Robbie complied, parting his legs further, and the sight that greeted Julien had a curse leaving his mouth. Robbie’s balls were full and scrunched up tight, his cock flushed and angled downward due to the edge of the table, and the pink pucker that was begging to be taken had Julien licking his lips.
Très beau. Robbie was fucking beautiful.
Julien sucked his thumb into his mouth and then dragged the pad of it across Robbie’s entrance, and when Robbie bucked back, Julien pressed his thumb a little deeper. As Robbie’s body gave way, Julien’s thumb slipped inside, and he groaned and had to reach down with his other hand to grip the base of his cock.
“Your hole is so pretty it’s making my dick jealous of my thumb,” Julien said against the soft skin of Robbie’s ass. “Everything about you is so pretty. Pretty, pink, and parfait. You’ll be lucky if we ever let you leave our bed.”
Robbie made a sexy purring sound and shoved back, making Julien grit his teeth, and once Julien got his orgasm in check, he removed his thumb and used both hands to spread Robbie’s cheeks.
Robbie whimpered at the loss of the digit, but Julien knew that wouldn’t last, because that was when he leaned forward and ran his tongue up the narrow channel of Robbie’s ass before greedily spearing it inside.
PRIEST HAD NEVER seen anything more erotic than Robbie and Julien in that moment. Robbie’s fingers were crushing the tablecloth—he continued to yank the left side up every time he wanted to speak—and Julien’s head was buried nice and close to the ass he, no doubt, had his tongue flicking and licking inside of.
Robbie’s eyes were fastened to Priest’s, and they were so dark they looked black as his entire body shuddered under the assault Julien was unleashing on him.
Priest licked his lower lip and said, “How badly do you want to say something right now?”
Robbie’s eyes narrowed, and apparently Julien decided to do something particularly inspired with his tongue and finger then, because Robbie dragged the cloth right up to his mouth and bit down on it, making Priest let go of his cock and put his palms flat on the table.
He leaned down until his face was at the same level as Robbie’s. “You want something to bite, do you?”
The heavy table scraped on the hardwood floor and shifted a fraction, and Priest realized Robbie had just shoved forward on his toes trying to get closer to him. Julien shifted too, and his eyes rose past Robbie’s hip and connected with Priest’s, and the swollen lips and wild look on his face told Priest that Julien was ready for more.
Priest gave a slight nod, and then Julien got to his feet, smoothing his hands up Robbie’s sides. With one hand, Julien then gripped the base of his cock and began to tease the head of it over Robbie’s hole, and with the other, he picked up the bottle of lube.
Robbie’s eyes slammed shut, and he moaned and pushed back on Julien, making it clear what he wanted, but Priest needed those eyes open—he wanted to watch Robbie fly apart when Julien took him. So he slapped the table, and in an instant, Robbie’s eyes snapped open and locked on Priest’s.
As they did, Julien pushed his lubed fingers inside Robbie, and after a couple of well-placed thrusts, Julien removed his hand, grabbed Robbie’s shoulder, and replaced his fingers with his cock, tunneling inside him as he hauled Robbie upright against him.
A shout of sublime pleasure left Robbie, and the tablecloth went right along with him, lifting up off the table, as Julien pulled out and then powered in again.
“Putain, princesse. Tu es si étroit et chaud. Tu épouses ma queue comme un gant.”
Robbie was biting down on his lip to the point it’d be bruised tomorrow, and one of his hands was gripping the tablecloth against Julien’s thigh as the other now frantically worked his dick.
Priest loved that it was upright and leaking all over. It appeared that Robbie had been telling the truth about that. He did love a good fucking, and thank God, because he was about to get one.
Priest stepped around from the end of the table, no longer content to be an observer, and both Robbie and Julien’s eyes latched on to him as he prowled toward them and then shoved the table to the side, making it scrape along the floor as it slid out of his way.
A gasp came from Robbie at the savage move, but he didn’t look away as Priest walked right up to him, took the back of his neck, and then finally crushed his mouth down on top of Robbie’s in their first kiss.
Robbie’s hands came up to Priest’s arms, and as he clutched them tight enough to leave bruises, Julien entered him with enough force that Robbie’s entire front came into direct contact with Priest’s.
Their tongues tangled around each other, and Robbie cried out and moaned as Priest angled his head for a deeper, more thorough taste, swallow
ing his gasps as he took the weight of Robbie’s body every time Julien powered into him, propelling Robbie further into Priest’s arms.
The sounds that left Robbie were desperate and needy, and had Priest reaching down to take his erection in hand, and when he had a good hold of Robbie’s cock, he growled against his mouth, “You want something to bite? Bite me, sweetheart.”
Robbie’s eyes ignited, and his breath came in heavy pants, and then Julien put his mouth by his ear and said, “Do it hard, princesse. For all the times he’s ever pissed you off.”
Priest grunted and then crushed his mouth down on top of Robbie’s again, thrusting his tongue between his lips as Julien began to move in and out of him. Robbie slid his hands up to Priest’s face, pulling him even closer, and that was when he did it.
As Julien shoved into him, and Robbie’s body surged forward, Robbie sank his teeth down into Priest’s lip so hard that Priest winced and grabbed hold of Robbie’s chin to tear his mouth free.
A feral sound rumbled out of Priest as his eyes shifted to Julien, whose hips now slowed to a stop. Robbie’s eyes were wide and frenzied, and Priest licked his lip, tasting blood there. “How long have you wanted to do that, I wonder. I think you just earned your voice back.”
“Fuck,” Robbie said on a rush of breath. “God… Priest, make Julien move.”
“Demanding,” Priest said. “Even with a cock inside you.”
Priest chuckled and twisted his hand around the top of Robbie’s shaft, making him buck forward and Julien slip free, and like a perfectly passed baton, Robbie was handed over.
“But I’m giving the orders tonight, not you.” Priest wound his other hand around Robbie’s waist, and as he hauled him forward, their cocks became intimately acquainted.
“Bedroom,” Priest said to Julien, who needed no other explanation as to what was about to happen next. As Julien walked out of the living room, Priest dipped two fingers between Robbie’s ass cheeks to his stretched hole and slid the tips inside.