Scandalous Park Avenue Prince (Park Avenue Princes Book 3)

MY MIND WAS racing, my heart was pounding out an irregular rhythm, and my cock… Well, it had been the first to get the message of what was happening here. The last thing I’d expected tonight was additional visitors, especially a certain someone I was already intimately familiar with. Finding out Archer also knew Raul? I wasn’t sure if it was jealousy or lust riding me as I stood by the massage table and undid my robe.

Archer watched me as he untied his own robe, though he wasn’t hesitating at all, not the way I was. The material parted and fell down from his broad shoulders, and he caught it before it hit the ground, tossing it over a nearby chair.

Gloriously naked, he stayed right where he was, letting me get an eyeful of his magnificent body.

“Keeping your robe on tonight?” Raul’s voice broke the silence.

I’d almost forgotten he was there, standing still and quiet at the end of the table, the same as Johan.

Even the first time I’d employed Raul’s services, I hadn’t felt this nervous. He had a way about him that was both soothing and uplifting—but having him here when all I wanted to do was get my hands on Archer was incredibly distracting.

But then Archer lowered himself onto the table, his firm ass in the air making my mouth water.

He didn’t bother covering himself with a sheet, something I was grateful for as I finally got rid of my own robe.

Raul took it from me, and I heated under Archer’s intense gaze. The way he looked at me, the way he seemed to be memorizing every inch of my skin, made any last nerves disappear—and in their place, something far more incendiary took over.

My dick jerked eagerly, and I crawled onto the table, lying facedown, the same as Archer. Our tables were far enough apart for the guys to be able to work between, but close enough that if we reached out, we could touch each other.

Shit, I was going to have to lie here and watch someone else rub Archer down? That seemed like the worst torture imaginable—until Raul’s magic hands began to knead the muscles in my back.

I groaned, not realizing how tense I’d been until this very moment. Raul moved in slow, deep slides, and I watched as Johan did the same to Archer, like they were working perfectly in sync together.

As they moved lower, stretching out our lower backs, I saw a slight wince mar Archer’s brow before disappearing.

“Feeling pain here?” Johan asked, returning his hands to the sore spot.

Archer’s eyes locked with mine, and I gave him a teasing grin.

“You might want to take it easy there,” I told Johan. “I worked him long and hard the other night.”

“Oh really?” Johan smiled, and Archer rolled his eyes.

“No need to be gentle. Like I told Preston, I can handle it rough.”

“Now that I’d like to watch,” Raul murmured, working a knot between my shoulder blades. His words shot straight to my dick, and it was then that I realized how hot that would be. To have them watching as I took advantage of the man lying a few feet away from me.

I shifted on the table, my erection making it more and more difficult to keep still, and when I cut my eyes to Archer’s, I saw a knowing glint.

Fuuuck. Was that something he’d thought about too? The idea that Archer would be down for something like that should’ve blown my mind. But I was discovering a whole different side to the professional he showed the rest of the world.

“Having trouble keeping still?” Archer’s gaze traveled down to my wayward hips, and I canted my ass up, arching into Raul’s touch as his palms slid down to my lower back.

“It’s becoming harder, that’s for sure.” When those large hands moved down to cup my bare cheeks, a pleasure-fueled groan rumbled out of me. “God, that feels good.”

Raul’s deep chuckle filled the living room as he swatted me across the spot he was massaging. “You’re supposed to be relaxing.”

Archer licked his lips. “Indeed, he is. In fact, if he can’t behave himself and lie still, perhaps he should turn over.”

My trapped cock throbbed against the table. Then Raul smoothed his hands down my thighs to my ankles and stopped at my feet.

“Johan?” he said to the man kneading between Archer’s shoulders blades. “Would you get the head?”

The head? Did he mean⁠—

Johan left Archer’s side and moved to the head of my table, and on a count of three, the couple of feet between Archer and I disappeared until we were side by side, our arms practically touching.

Ohh. The head of the table.

My pulse skyrocketed at the proximity. Archer’s lips were now only inches from mine as we lay there side by side, naked and fully aroused.

Johan left the head of my table and went back to his place by Archer’s side. I leaned over to steal a kiss, but Archer shook his head.

“Not yet. Roll over.”

Oh fuck.

My balls tightened at the idea that I was about to be fully exposed not only to Archer but to Raul and Johan, ramping up the erotic factor by a million. This was one of the sexiest experiences I’d had in my life, and I was loving every depraved moment of it.

I quickly shifted to my back, and my dick leaked pre-cum all over where it lay stiff against my body. I reached down to grab it, but Raul swatted my hand away.

“Relax, Preston. I know you know how. Let me give you what I’m being paid for.”

A tortured moan left my throat as Raul wrapped his large hand around me.

Archer’s eyes were so dark they were almost black as he studied me closely, the untamed look in them promising I was going to be in for one hell of a ride when he finally got his hands on me. But until then⁠—

“Eyes on me, Preston.”

I hadn’t even realized my own eyes were falling shut, but at the exquisite feeling Raul’s practiced touch brought, it was difficult not to give myself over.

That was until Archer rolled to his back. I craned my head up to look down his built physique, and my eyes caught on Johan’s hand wrapping around Archer’s exquisite dick.

Holy shit. Any worries about jealous feelings creeping in were long gone. This was a fantasy I hadn’t even realized I had, and the fact that I was getting to live it out with Archer was blowing my mind.

“Preston.” I turned my head on the table, and as close as we were, I could feel Archer’s warm breath on my lips when he said, “Give me your mouth.”

My lips were on his before I could take my next breath, and when he shoved his tongue inside my mouth, my hips bucked up like it was his cock that had entered me. The hand around me tightened and pulled as I rubbed my tongue along Archer’s. Every nerve ending in my body fired at the explicit image of the two of us in a deep tongue fuck while Raul and Johan worked our cocks.

Archer’s wicked mouth curved against mine. The slick grip of Raul’s fist worked me, his practiced hands knowing exactly what I liked.

“Edge him,” Archer said, lying back down, his chest rising and falling faster as he watched Raul tease the head of my dick with his thumb. “I’ll be the one to make him come.”

Oh fuck yes. That instruction was so filthy I sucked in a ragged breath.

“When did you become such a tease?” I managed to say between moans, only made worse when Johan ran his hands up Archer’s thighs slowly, then cupped his balls before lowering his head to his cock.

For a heartbeat, I thought he was about to take him inside his mouth, but Johan turned his cheek at the last second, letting Archer’s thick length rub against his trimmed beard. I could only imagine the sensation, and when Archer’s eyes met mine, his pupils wide and full of want, I knew it must feel so fucking good. It was enough to make me want to grow my own beard just to elicit that reaction.

Raul ran his fingers along my perineum, rubbing at the sensitive spot and causing my entire body to jerk. Pre-cum dripped from the head of my dick as I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly, trying to ignore the explosive release that hovered way too close.

I didn’t trust myself to open my eyes again, knowing that if I took one look at Archer, I’d lose my slippery control.

“Archer,” I said on a gasp, hoping he’d understand what I wanted—no, needed.

A moment later, Raul’s hands disappeared from my body, and Archer’s words were low and rough in my ear.

“Straddle me.”