Page 52 of Priest (Confessions 3)

Time would soon tell, but for tonight, they would enjoy one another. Tomorrow would come soon enough, and there’d be all the time in the world to worry about everything and everyone else then.

Chapter Seventeen

CONFESSION

Good days are few and far between.

You should be extra greedy when they come along.

I know I am.

“OH DIEU…JOEL,” Julien said, as Priest added a delicious pressure to his splayed thighs, pinning them to the mattress, early Monday morning. He licked a warm, wet path up Julien’s stiff prick, and when Julien bucked up, Priest raised his head to take in the picture above.

When his eyes found his husband’s, Priest’s lips curved at the frustration in that jade stare. “Robert?”

Robbie, who was sitting behind Julien with his back to the headboard, cradled their man between his spread thighs as Julien lounged back against him.

“Wrap those beautiful legs of yours over Julien’s here, would you? And hold his arms still. I think you and I need to distract our chef this morning. He hasn’t stopped refreshing his phone since he woke up.”

It had been three days since the restaurant’s opening, and today was when all of the reviews would hit. To say Julien was restless would be an enormous understatement. Luckily for him, though, he had two men who were more than eager to help him pass the time.

Robbie shifted, winding his legs over the top of Julien’s until he had them trapped, and then he wrapped his arms around Julien’s biceps and pinched his nipples.

“Ah, putain,” Julien said, and jacked his hips forward. Priest, again, slid his tongue up along the underside of Julien’s cock.

“Is our princess making a mess all over your back, mon cœur? I can’t imagine he’s not,” Priest said. “Especially with how incredibly sexy you look with your legs spread and your cock so hard.”

Robbie’s eyes shifted to what Priest was describing, and then he let out a sexy whimper in Julien’s ear. “You’re so hot, Julien…damn.”

Julien moaned again, and Priest watched as Robbie rocked his hips, rubbing what Priest knew would be a dripping cock all over their Frenchman’s back.

Priest hummed and swirled his tongue around Julien’s tip as the men above him watched. “I agree with Robbie: you are one hot chef. The hottest I’ve ever seen. And if people could see you now—”

“Uh, I don’t think so,” Robbie said, and pinched Julien’s nipple, making him shove his dick up toward Priest’s mouth. “No one’s seeing him like this but us.”

Priest smirked. This was the second time in a matter of days Robbie had been assertive in his claim over them, and Priest loved it. It was clear Robbie was now one hundred percent confident in their love for him, and that couldn’t have pleased them more.

Priest raised an eyebrow at Julien. “You hear that? Looks like your number one fan is possessive.”

“Bien,” Julien said, and tipped his head back to look at Robbie. “I love my number one fan.”

Robbie held Julien’s chin, and then lowered his head for a kiss. As their mouths met, Priest saw Robbie’s tongue trace Julien’s lower lip, and when it slipped inside, Priest sucked the head of Julien’s cock into his mouth.

A low grunt of pleasure left Julien’s throat, and he pushed up against Robbie’s legs as he tried to get deeper inside Priest’s mouth—and Priest was done resisting.

The salty taste of Julien’s pre-cum was addictive, and with a final glance up, Priest lowered his head and took Julien all the way to the back of his throat.

“Putain,” Julien said, and tore his mouth off Robbie’s and arched forward, straining against the legs holding him captive. “Jesus… Fuck, Joel.”

Priest didn’t look up, nor did he stop what he was doing. He closed his eyes and let the sound of Julien’s ragged groans penetrate his lust-fevered state, as he continued to destroy his control.

Over and over, Priest sucked up and down Julien’s length, and when a hand came down to stroke Priest’s hair back off his face, he raised his eyes to see Robbie watching him hungrily.

Their princess had one arm banded across Julien’s collarbone and one threaded through Priest’s hair, as he kissed and nuzzled under Julien’s ear and rubbed himself off along his back.

Priest raised his head and let Julien’s cock slip free for a second, and then turned to lightly scrape his teeth along the inside of Robbie’s calf.

The sound that left Robbie was blissed-out torture, as though Priest was running his mouth along his dick. But considering the visual feast Robbie was witnessing, Priest had no doubt he was only seconds away from coming.

“Use your beard,” Robbie said, and Priest chuckled but moved to rub his cheek along Robbie’s smooth skin, and when he did, Robbie’s eyes slammed shut and he thrust forward, making Julien reach for his own cock and madly begin to stroke.

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