Scandalous Park Avenue Prince (Park Avenue Princes Book 3)

SITTING THROUGH THE rest of that dinner almost killed me. I would’ve made my excuses and left if Preston had done the same, but he’d been forced to finish the meal with his parents and their guests, and I’d had a front-row seat.

I hadn’t let myself think too deeply about what my invitation meant, because I was past second-guessing what I was feeling. Benoit had been right about one thing—no one had to know. It was clear Preston and I were on the same page about what we wanted, and I’d be damned if I held myself back out of fear.

The second I was through my front door, I tore off my scarf and trench coat, hanging them on the rack more haphazardly than I normally would. Preston’s table had been wrapping things up when I left, and I didn’t think he’d be too far behind. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d be coming tonight—not only to my house, but also, if I had my way, all over himself or me, depending on how I could have him.

My cock was so hard with the need for release that I was tempted to rub one out to take the edge off. Instead, I forced a breath in through my nose, wondering when I’d reverted to a teenager with no self-restraint.

And here I’d been the one telling Preston to have patience. What a hypocrite.

I glanced at my phone to check the time, noticing there weren’t any text messages or missed calls.

We were still on. Whenever that would be.

God, with the tease in the men’s room earlier, I wasn’t sure I’d last long enough to get him up to my room once he got here. But I didn’t have any condoms or lube down here.

I cursed and headed up the stairs, which wasn’t an easy feat with my hard-on tenting my pants and causing them to stretch across my hips painfully. After grabbing a handful of what I needed just in case my impatience took over, I made my way back down and hid the items in a drawer by the entrance. I didn’t know why I bothered doing that when it was clear what I’d invited Preston over for.

I glanced out the window and cursed at the empty street before heading into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine. Something red. Bold yet smooth. I uncorked a bottle and reached for a glass before deciding, fuck it. Why bother?

Anticipation hummed through my veins as I lifted the bottle to my lips, wondering who the hell I’d turned into over the last week. Someone who couldn’t stop thinking about a guy half my age, a guy who’d always been completely off-limits, but now I couldn’t stop imagining my hands all over him.

A couple of long swallows later and the warmth of the wine heating my skin had me tearing at my tie, freeing the knot quickly and then unbuttoning the collar. It felt like I could suddenly breathe again—until the sound of my doorbell chimed through the empty house.

Instantly my pulse kicked up.

I set the bottle aside and then pulled the tie from around my neck, tossing it on the counter as I headed for the door. Need rode me hard, and I felt like I couldn’t get to the man on the other side of the wall fast enough. I should’ve just kept the door open for him—one less step to make me wait.

Again, I wondered if I’d lost my fucking mind. With my hand on the knob, I closed my eyes and forced myself to calm down so this wasn’t over before it started.

But when I opened the door and saw Preston standing there one moment and pushing past me the next, all thought of taking things slow flew out the window.

He was barely inside when I kicked the door shut and then backed him up against it. A soft grunt left him as his back hit the solid wood, and the restless hunger flashing in his eyes told me he was as on edge as I was.

There was one thing I wanted, though, before this got completely out of hand.

I took his chin between my thumb and forefinger and raised that gorgeous face a fraction, and when I leaned in and slid my tongue over his upper lip, Preston trembled and reached for my lapels.

“That night of the charity event, you took me off guard,” I whispered, nipping at his lower lip. “Not tonight, though. Give me your mouth. I want to taste you.”

Preston craned forward, crushing his lips up against mine. The order was one he was more than willing to obey as he parted his lips and let me inside.

I thrust my greedy tongue into the sweet recess of his mouth as he pulled me tight against him, and then I explored every inch of him the way I’d imagined doing since that night.

Preston groaned, tightening his hands around my jacket as he began to shove it off my shoulders. I shifted to help with the effort, and when it hit the floor, I reached for his and did the same.

There. One layer gone and only about a million more to go.

“Take off your shirt,” Preston said hoarsely as he leaned back against the door, his hair ruffled, his lips swollen.

It seemed I wasn’t the only one wishing our clothes away.

I unbuttoned my cuffs and pulled my shirt from my pants, then quickly unbuttoned the rest.

“Damn.” Preston reached down and palmed his thick length as I shrugged out of the shirt and tossed it to the floor. “I could come just from looking at you like that.”

“I know,” I said as I unbuttoned my pants. “You did that the other night.”

An unapologetic smirk hit his lips as his gaze roamed down to what my hands were doing.

“Want me to apologize?” Preston reached for his own zipper. “I could get down on my knees? Or whatever you want.”

“Yes, I seem to remember that offer.” I kicked my shoes and pants aside and got immense satisfaction over the way Preston’s busy hands faltered as I straightened in my black boxer briefs. “But I don’t want you on your knees just yet.”

I walked back to him and reached for his frozen hands. I batted them away, finished unzipping his pants, and shoved them down his hips.

“For now, I want your sweet ass, and that requires you turning around and facing the door.”

Preston’s eyes widened a fraction, and it felt good to finally catch him off guard. If he thought he’d be dealing with polite Mr. Carrington tonight, then he was in for one hell of a wake-up call.

He’d teased, flaunted himself, done everything in his power to get my attention—and now he fucking had it.

As the surprise melted into pleasure, Preston’s eyes darkened. “Yes, sir.”

He kicked aside his pants and turned until he was facing the door, and I took a second to just study him.

He was in just a pair of socks and his white dress shirt, the tail ends of it covering what I knew would be a spectacular ass, and because I was apparently a glutton for punishment, I heard myself say, “Lift your shirt.”

Preston reached down and raised it to his waist, and when a pair of tight navy briefs came into view, I was on him quicker than my next breath. I plastered my front to his back, bracing my hands on the door, and when my stiff cock bumped up against the fabric, a low curse left him. I lowered my head until my lips were grazing the line of his neck, and he shivered.

“Tell me you’ve done this before.”

He reached back for my hip and ground onto me. “You’re asking if my ass is a virgin? Now?”

Avoiding my question wasn’t going to get me inside him any faster, and I slid my covered cock between his cheeks, eliciting a groan. “Answer me.”

“I want it hard, fast, and deep—does that answer your question?”

A smirk crossed my lips at the smartassed answer, and I pushed off the door, moving back so I could grab the lube and condom I’d placed in the drawer nearby. Thank fuck I’d had the sense to grab them, because I’d been right—I was unable to wait to get him upstairs.

He grumbled a complaint as he looked over his shoulder, but when he saw what was in my hands, he bit back a smile and turned to face the door like the good boy he was.

I pushed my briefs down enough to free my erection, then rolled on the condom and lubed it up so I was nice and slick. It was no time for going slow, not with the way Preston shifted restlessly, practically clawing the door.

“Get inside me.”

His begging was music to my ears. He was as desperate as I was, all the teasing and foreplay bringing us to this moment.

I hooked a finger in the waistband of his briefs, pulled it back, and then let it snap against his skin—a warning that he wasn’t the one in charge right now.

Preston stilled, following my silent order, and damn, that was hotter than it should’ve been. I shoved his briefs beneath his plump ass, and the moment all that smooth skin came into view, my mouth watered. I wanted to lick, bite, suck, tease, and torment—but most of all, I wanted to fuck.

Spreading his cheeks apart, I guided my dick along the crack of his ass, getting him nice and wet for me. Every time I passed his hot hole, I heard him suck in a breath, but he kept still like I’d told him. It wasn’t until the head of my cock nudged at his entrance that he couldn’t stop himself from arching his back to force me past that tight ring of muscle.

The shock of entering him on his terms made me hiss out a breath, and I slapped my hand against the door to regain leverage.

Holy…shit. Preston may not be a virgin, but his ass choked my dick like he was one.

I cursed, dropping my forehead onto his shoulder as I gripped his hip and inched my way inside him. I’d wanted this hard and fast, but now I was worried I wouldn’t make it to balls deep.

That should’ve told me I was in over my head with him.

“More,” he said on a gasp, pushing back on me again.

As if I could deny him anything.

I grabbed the other side of his hip, and with one quick thrust, I was deep inside Preston Abernathy.

And then…it was on.

I dug my fingers into his supple skin, and the unadulterated pleasure was almost enough to bring me to my knees, but I’d be damned if I went down now—at least not that way.

Preston braced his palms against the door, and as I began to pull out of him, he shoved back, chasing me.

Jesus. He was so damn eager, so greedy for my cock, and his response made me just as voracious. I thrust forward until I was flush against him, then lowered my head to drag my tongue up his neck.

“You make me feel like I could fuck all night.”

“Good,” he panted, turning his head my way. “’Cause once was never gonna be enough with you.”

I stole his lips in a ravenous kiss, spearing my tongue inside his mouth as I plowed inside his body. Any decorum I’d possessed was long gone as arousal and lust overrode any and all thought.

I flattened my hands on Preston’s hips and smoothed them along the tight, unblemished skin that came with youth. The need to see him naked and sprawled out for me at some point tonight became a promise I made to myself.

“Beautiful.” My voice was gruff as I ran my palms up his torso under the white dress shirt he still wore. “You’re so beautiful, and so fucking responsive.”

Preston groaned and arched back into me, raising an arm so he could grip the back of my neck.

“With you…” His warm breath ghosted over me. “Only like this with you.”

I circled his nipples with my fingers and pinched, making him cry out. “Good, because you’re my boy now.” God, I was insane for making that claim, but that was how I felt. That was what I wanted. “And tonight, you come for me.”

“Yes. Yours. For as long as you want.”

And what a dangerous notion that was. But I wasn’t going to think about that right now.

I swept a hand over the hard ridges of his abs, then gripped the root of his dick. Preston gasped, clenching his ass around me in a way that made my toes curl. As I began to move behind him, he dug his fingers into my neck and his head fell back on my shoulder.

I made sharp, shallow digs as I rutted up against him like an animal in heat. I wanted to imprint myself on him in ways I’d never imagined so he’d remember this—me—for years to come.

As I worked his cock, I lowered my head and scraped my teeth along his neck, nosing aside the collar of his shirt. He twisted his fingers in the back of my hair, pulling me closer, and that was all the permission I needed. I sank my teeth into the soft skin at the crook of his neck, and as I worked his pulsing length, I began to suck and fuck him like it was the last night on earth.

Preston gripped my thigh as I continued to rail him, and he took every inch I gave, jutting his cock through my fist.

“Archer…” he moaned, riding the high right to the edge.

I raised my head and brought my lips back to his ear. “That’s it, let me hear how much you love my cock.”

“So damn much.”

His ragged pants as I moved in and out of him were a testament to that, as was the way his arousal was coating my hand.

“Then come for me, you gorgeous fucker. Fall apart right here, right now.”

Preston cried out, frantically thrusting through my fist as I plowed into him again. My name tumbled off his tongue as he tensed against me, and seconds later he was painting my front door with a spray of cum.

Fuck, I’d never felt so alive. Primal and wild. It was reckless and completely unhinged in every way, and watching his cum drip down to the hardwood floor had my own climax exploding inside of him. My control was nowhere to be found.

I took him like a fucking madman right there in my parlor entryway.

Did I feel guilty? No.

Was I sorry? No.

Did I want to get him upstairs and do this all over again, but this time have him come down my throat? Abso-fucking-lutely.