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, swallowing 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.

“Ahh fuck…fuck.” Robbie’s eyes fluttered shut as he moved his hips back, clearly wanting more, and Priest turned his head and nipped at Robbie’s jaw.

“I’m impressed. Julien makes most people come just by talking to them. But you managed to hold out through his mouth, his tongue, and that talented cock of his.” Robbie moaned as Priest worked his fingers in deeper, spreading them slightly. “You waiting for my permission, Robert?”

Robbie’s eyes narrowed as Priest rubbed his body against him, making Robbie curse.

“I asked you a question. Are you waiting for my permission to come?”

Robbie reached up and clawed at Priest’s hair then, twisting it in his fingers. “Yes. You told me I had to.”

Priest leaned in and said against Robbie’s lips, “That’s right. And I’m going to make you beg me for it.”

“You wish.”

Priest removed his fingers then and grabbed the extra condom. He put it between his teeth, then took hold of Robbie’s waist, picked him up over his shoulder, and slapped him hard on the ass. And as Priest walked into the bedroom, he said, “Fine. Let’s see if my wish, or you, comes first.”

* * *

A RUSH OF air left Robbie’s lips as he was tossed over Priest’s shoulder with no trouble whatsoever, and if he hadn’t been close to coming before, then he sure as fuck was now.

God, the sheer amount of strength in Priest’s arms was off the charts hot, and Robbie felt as though he might overheat if things got any fucking hotter.

He’d been worked over so thoroughly by Julien that it was a miracle he hadn’t passed out from holding his orgasm back, because one thing was for sure: that Frenchman knew how to kiss and fuck him all over. Speaking of Julien…

As Priest walked into the master bedroom, Robbie thought he heard the sound of a faucet being shut off. But with the loud thumping of his heart and ringing going on in his head, he couldn’t be sure, and before he could think further on it, a lamp was switched on and he was tossed onto his back in the center of the mattress.

Shit. Priest looked larger than life as he stood at the end of the bed, his eyes focused solely on Robbie, that monster of a cock in his fist, then he tore open the condom packet and rolled it into place, and Robbie reached for his own shaft and started to squeeze and pull in response.

Priest matched his rhythm, and Robbie planted his feet on the bed and gave him a better view, and that was when the bathroom door opened, catching Robbie’s attention. He turned his head to see Julien walk out with a white towel wrapped around his hips and his hair slicked back from the water. The tattoos on his shoulders were dotted with droplets, and as he came around the end of the bed, Julien unhooked the towel and dropped it to the floor, revealing the long cock that had fucked Robbie so good just minutes ago.

Robbie’s eyes ate up the scene unfolding in front of him. These two, fully naked and erect, were like gods come down to plunder all mortals—or at least hopefully me. There were hard muscles and hard cocks, and when Julien finally reached Priest, his husband turned to him, and shit, they were done holding back.

Priest took hold of Julien’s face and slammed their mouths together in a bruising kiss that resembled two lightning bolts striking and burning up the sky. They each ate at the other’s mouth as hands were fisted in hair and grabbing hips, and tongues dueled for supremacy until, finally, Priest tore his mouth free.

“Enough,” Priest said, but Julien stroked a hand over that enormous shaft, making a strangled sound of frustration leave Priest. It appeared that the ever-controlled one was finally coming to the end of his patience.

“With you it’s never enough,” Julien said, then he bit at Priest’s jaw as he let him go, and they both turned on Robbie.

Robbie had been working his cock through that entire show—because fuck, who wouldn’t—and when both men put a knee on the bed and started coming for him, he bit his lip and pumped faster.

“Careful, princesse,” Julien said, and his voice—oh, that silky-smooth voice—had Robbie arching up off the mattress, desperate for someone to touch him. “Don’t want to come just yet. There’s still so much we want to do to you. You want that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Robbie said, and barely recognized his own voice. “Yes, I want that.” His eyes didn’t know where to look as Julien and Priest got closer, but when Julien moved up by Robbie’s hip and Priest stayed down in front of his spread legs, Robbie let his eyes zoom in on the one who was closer—Julien.

“Good,” Julien said, and then looked down at the hand Robbie was frantically moving up and down. “Now spread your legs for us.”

Robbie let his legs fall wide, and as Priest moved up in between them, he caught Robbie’s eye and then lowered his head and sucked one of Robbie’s balls into his mouth.

“Ahh…shit,” Robbie said, and shoved his hips off the bed as Julien whispered, “Move your hands. Let me.”

Robbie let go of himself, and not a second later, Julien’s hand was there and he was bending over to swallow Robbie to the back of his throat.

Robbie squeezed his eyes shut at the sensations coursing through his body, until he realized what he was missing out on seeing and opened them back up. Just in time, too, because both men raised their heads and kissed, right there between Robbie’s legs, their tongues flicking over the head of his dick to do it.

A groan left one of them, Robbie couldn’t have said which, and then they each went back to what they’d been doing: Julien swallowing Robbie like he’d been made to, and Priest sucking at his balls. It wasn’t until a finger entered the mix and, well, him, that Robbie cried out, grabbed hold of Julien’s head, and started to move, his hips pumping up into the mouth surrounding it while Priest stretched him with one, two, three, then—

Fuck.

Robbie slammed his eyes shut and curled his toes, wondering if it was possible to die from being overstimulated until finally he heard himself shouting, “Stop. Fuck. Stop. I need…I need something in me.”

Julien was the first to stop. He raised his head and then came up to lie beside Robbie. “Stop?” he asked, and Robbie swore fire had replaced the blood in his veins, because he was seriously overheating.

“No, I…it’s just I was about to come. But I—” And just as Robbie was about to say more, Priest shifted between his legs and took up Julien’s previous position, sucking Robbie’s cock to the back of his throat as he thrust his fingers in deep.

Robbie shouted as his eyes flew down to the flame of hair nestled between his thighs, and he grabbed it, still not quite believing what he was seeing. Fucking hell, that was Priest down there and damn, he was fucking talented. “Jesus…”

Julien took Robbie’s chin between his fingers, and as they looked at each other, he leaned in and said against Robbie’s lips, “He’s about to fuck you real good, princesse. Hold on.”

Hold on? Robbie didn’t know if he could anymore. But one thing he did know was that his brain was shutting down. He was done using it. All he wanted was to let go and feel. So with his hands in Priest’s hair and his hips writhing around on the bed, Robbie attacked Julien’s mouth as he fucked into Priest’s.

As the orgasm built, it raced down his spine to his balls. Robbie squeezed his eyes shut, and just as he was about to explode on Priest’s tongue, the mouth surrounding him vanished and was replaced by a viselike grip at the root of his shaft, denying him—keeping that orgasm at bay.

Julien tore his mouth free and rolled to his back, and Robbie wanted to scream, No! No, no, no! He wanted to pull his hair out at the revolt in his body. The sexual frustration that flooded him had him glaring up at Priest, who was now kneeling, and before he thought better of it, Robbie said, “You asshole. Let me come.”

The curl that morphed Priest’s red, swollen mouth was as sensual as it was sinister, and it sent a jolt of lust mixed with anger to Robbie’s aching balls.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Priest’s order was arrogant, and his voice should’ve been a warning to fucking run, but there was no way Robbie was going anywhere but to his hands and goddamn knees. He needed to come or he was positive he might die.

He rolled over, and when he saw Julien sitting with his back against the headboard and his legs spread, working himself over, Robbie knew exactly where he wanted to go. He crawled between Julien’s thighs, and when his face was level with Julien’s cock, Robbie didn’t stop and ask—he licked a path right up it.

“Dieu,” Julien muttered, and Robbie looked up to see Julien’s eyes focused on him. “Come up here. Give me your mouth.”

Robbie moved so his hands were on either side of Julien’s hips, and then tilted his head up and kissed him. It was sweet, chaste, and, considering what was about to happen, a bit of a mind fuck, as two large hands landed on Robbie’s hips, making him moan. “Please…”

Julien chuckled. “So polite, princesse.” He then looked over Robbie’s shoulder to where Priest was now in position and said, “Give it to him, Joel. He’s begging for it.”

Robbie felt the wide head of Priest’s covered cock nudge against his entrance, and clutched at the sheets on either side of Julien’s hips as the delicious burn of Priest’s intrusion rushed over him. The sting of it made his eyes water, and at the exact moment Julien took Robbie’s mouth in another blistering kiss, Priest tunneled all the way inside.

“Fuck,” Robbie cried out against Julien’s lips. “Oh fuck, you’re big,” he said, as he buried his face against Julien’s chest.

Julien’s hand in Robbie’s hair began to massage him down to his neck, then along his spine to his ass, where Priest was lodged, and as the penetration became familiar, as it became a welcome kind of pain, Robbie began to move.

He raised his head and nuzzled at Julien’s nipple, licking and biting as Priest’s fingers dug into him and his cock dragged free before plowing back inside of him. Robbie stumbled slightly and ended up with his cheek smashed to Julien’s chest, but then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Priest lean over the top of him and start to kiss Julien—and fucking hell, that was hot.

They were all so close, all so connected, and as the two of them really started to go at each other over the top of him, Priest’s hips began to thrust harder and faster inside Robbie—and fuck, he was thick.

Robbie dropped his head, squeezing his eyes shut as the monster in his ass drilled him over and over, seemingly imprinting itself there, and he couldn’t get enough. He felt insatiable. He wanted every inch of skin he could get from these two, and when Robbie realized his lips were right by the head of Julien’s cock, he couldn’t stop himself from sucking on him, and the erotic sound that he pulled from Julien was unreal. Half groan, half shout, but all pleasure.

Julien’s hands tightened in Robbie’s hair, and as he yanked Robbie up and took his mouth in a kiss, Priest made a savage sound behind them and finally unleashed all of that well-coiled control he’d been keeping in check.

The hands on Robbie’s hips were full of strength and control as Priest held him exactly where he wanted him and began to take Robbie in a way he’d never been taken before.

With what seemed like an endless amount of power and stamina, Priest rode him hard and fast, then slow and deep, until at one point he was so far inside Robbie that he couldn’t tell where Priest started and he ended. It was at that moment that Priest grabbed Robbie’s shoulder and hauled him back so he could kiss him, and growled against his mouth, “Your ass feels like fucking heaven. Worth every fucking argument, you were.”

When he let him go, Priest gave a hard thrust forward, pushing Robbie up against Julien, who took his lips in a hot kiss, and Priest began a steady grind.

Robbie cried out as Priest’s cock massaged over his prostate, and then said, “Please. God, Priest. I can’t…I can’t…not anymore.”

Robbie craned his head back, and Priest cupped him under the chin and said, “Begging, yes?”

Robbie nodded eagerly, not giving a fuck anymore. He was begging.

“Good. Then wrap your lips around Julien and a hand around your cock. I think it’s time we all came.”

Priest kissed him hard, and when he let him go, Robbie did as he was told and immediately took Julien between his lips and started to desperately milk his own cock. Then, over the groans and harsh breathing filling the room, Robbie heard, “Come, Julien.”

Julien’s body tensed at Priest’s words and his fingers tightened in Robbie’s hair, and then he exploded on Robbie’s tongue with a hoarse shout of pure ecstasy, filling Robbie’s mouth with his pent-up lust.

Robbie’s ass was burning, his cock was now painfully hard, and when Priest smoothed a hand up to his shoulder and hauled him upright, Julien got to his knees, took hold of Robbie’s cock, and then kissed him.

The feeling of being one hundred percent surrounded was sublime, and Robbie let the euphoria of it take him over as he held on to Julien’s arms, then Priest said against his ear, “Come for us, Robert,” and just like that, as though Robbie’s body understood it was no longer his own, the orgasm he’d somehow kept a hold of finally detonated.

As he shouted out his release, Robbie’s ass tightened around the cock that had claimed it, and he saw Julien’s eyes shift to Priest. Forceful fingers dug into Robbie’s hips as Priest lodged his cock deep and hard, and he roared with the satisfaction of a fucking lion.

Never could Robbie have guessed how he’d feel in that moment, because he didn’t quite believe it himself. But as he knelt there between two men he never could’ve imagined himself between, he felt as though he’d finally found home.