Julien had an arm across Robbie’s body and his mouth behind his ear, and he was moving his hips in a slow, seductive way that had Robbie’s pelvis rocking forward and Priest getting to his feet. If he stayed on his knees any longer, he’d be finishing Robbie off with his mouth—and tonight, that wasn’t the way things would go.
At the loss of Priest’s lips, Robbie opened his eyes, and Priest placed a finger beneath Robbie’s chin and tilted his face up a fraction.
The flush on their princess’s cheeks, his wet, swollen lips, and the pink tongue that Priest could see just a hint of—all invited Priest to come closer, and as he lowered his mouth, Robbie was right there reaching for him.
Priest sank into the sweetness that was all Robert Bianchi, and allowed the pleasure to sweep through him as their mouths met and Julien shifted behind their man, taking that final step forward, which brought Robbie’s front side into direct contact with Priest’s.
Robbie tore his mouth free, and as he stared into Priest’s eyes, he wound his arms around his neck. Priest used one hand to stroke along Robbie’s ribs and the other to trace Julien’s torso.
“Are you ready to go to bed?” Priest said, and that cheeky smile he’d come to love split Robbie’s mouth.
“As long as it’s not to sleep…”
Priest reached for Robbie’s wrists behind his neck and brought them down in front of them. Then he took a step back, and as he did, he slipped his hand around one of Robbie’s and tugged him toward the bed. “Lucky for you, I rarely sleep, and Julien is always full of energy.”
Robbie bit down on his lip as he followed Priest’s lead, and Priest tracked Julien as he made his way around to the other side of the bed and pulled back the covers.
“Go on. Hop in, then,” Priest said, and indicated the massive bed between him and Julien.
Robbie grinned. “By myself?”
Priest trailed his fingers along Robbie’s jaw line and nodded. “Yes.”
Robbie glanced at Julien, who winked, and Robbie must’ve taken that as encouragement, because he moved onto the mattress. When he was halfway across it, he looked back at Priest for direction.
“In the middle, on your back, sweetheart. We want to take a moment now to look at what’s ours.”
When understanding dawned, Robbie’s entire demeanor changed. He went from curious to sex kitten as he crawled up the center of the bed, grabbed two pillows—which he plumped up for his head—then did as requested and shifted to his back, displaying his body for Priest and Julien with not one ounce of shame.
“Mon Dieu,” Julien said reverently. “You’re beautiful, princesse.”
Robbie turned his head on the pillow, and when his eyes collided with Julien’s, he wrapped a hand around his hard-on.
“So are you,” Robbie said, and slowly began to stroke himself. “Is this okay?” When Julien cocked his head to the side, Robbie tongued his lower lip. “Me, touching myself?”
“Oui,” Julien said, and reached for his own cock to do the same. “It’s more than okay. In fact, spread your legs a little wider for me.” Robbie complied, and when Julien murmured, “Parfait…” Priest couldn’t agree more.
What he was watching was his idea of perfection. He could’ve happily stood and watched for hours, but tonight wasn’t about him. It was about the exquisite man lying in bed, allowing him and Julien access to his body, heart, and soul. And tonight, they were going to imprint themselves on all three.
Priest got the bottle of lube and a condom from the bedside table, and when he straightened back up, he saw Robbie’s feet now flat on the bed and his hand moving a little faster. Julien’s eyes were roving all over their princess, and with every pull of his cock, the tattoos on his bicep flexed and made Priest want to go and lick them.
As if both men could feel his gaze, they turned their attention to him. Priest brought the condom packet to his mouth and tore it open with his teeth. Robbie shook as he sucked in a breath, and then Priest slowly rolled the condom down his aching length, lubed up, and began to work his stiff prick.
Robbie looked back to Julien, who had taken Priest’s lead and gotten a condom from his side drawer, and when they both put their knees on the mattress and moved down to stretch out on either side of him, Robbie let out a soft moan. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
Priest looked to Julien, and the heat in his jade eyes said that he was thinking the exact same thing Priest was. Priest said, “I think you mean we are the luckiest men in the world.”
Robbie raised his hips off the bed as he continued to pleasure himself. “Maybe…if you mean all of us.”