Scandalous Park Avenue Prince (Park Avenue Princes Book 3)

“YOU KNOW, I’VE always wondered what your bedroom would look like. I’d lie downstairs and imagine you up here…”

I stopped on the threshold just outside of Archer’s room, leaning against the doorframe and watching him climb the last few stairs, surprised we’d been able to walk up them at all after our initial coming together.

I still couldn’t believe what had happened down by his front door, and was almost tempted to ask him to leave the mess I’d made as proof. But I supposed it was better to be safe than sorry in the case of discovery, and you never knew who might stop by Archer’s place unannounced.

Work colleagues.

Elysium members.

His daughter.

So it was probably for the best he’d taken a moment to clean up. It also hadn’t hurt that I got to sit on the stairs and watch him, because Archer in a pair of black briefs and nothing else was something I could watch for hours, whether he was bent over cleaning the hardwood floor or climbing the last few stairs toward me.

“I probably should be mortified by a comment like that, but…” Archer stopped opposite me, his eyes falling to the open collar of my shirt where I had no doubt that a mark was already forming. “I’ve definitely spent several nights in here thinking about you too.”

That admission, and the arrogant smirk that followed, made my dick stiffen where I’d stuffed it back in my briefs. Archer was so goddamn sexy, and the idea that he’d been lying in his bed fantasizing about me had me ready to go all over again.

I pushed off the frame and placed my palms on his bare chest, loving the smattering of hair there, as I nipped along the stubble covering his chin.

“What did you think about?”

Archer wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me flush against his body. His own cock showed renewed interest, throbbing against me.

“You, that night in my sitting room. The way you watched me, and how…hungry you seemed for me.”

“Not seemed. Am.” I scraped my teeth up his jaw line and a growl left him. “So damn hungry.”

Archer reached for the handle of his bedroom door and shoved it open.

“Good, because I feel fucking ravenous tonight.” He swatted my ass and urged me inside. “Get naked, Preston.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice.

I walked through the door and unbuttoned my shirt, scanning the enormous room that was a mix of shadows and light from the buildings outside. I took in the rich, masculine feel of the décor, from the mahogany bureau and men’s valet stand to the leather chair and lamp by the window.

There was a plush rug under the king-sized bed in the middle of the room, and at the end of it was a wooden chest with a throw over it. The room spoke of taste and sophistication, and fit the man behind me to perfection.

“Stop right there.”

My toes curled into the rug as I glanced over my shoulder to see Archer shutting the door and walking across the hardwood to the lamp in the corner, which he flicked on.

The soft glow lit up the space in a way that was both cozy and intimate. But the best part was the way it illuminated Archer’s body. I could see almost every naked inch of him except what his boxer briefs covered, and he was letting me take my time, unlike the quick glimpse I’d gotten downstairs. He was so breathtaking that I couldn’t decide what part of him was the sexiest. Maybe those strong, muscular thighs? Or the V of his hips that led down to an impressive cock I was dying to get a closer look at, especially now that I’d felt it inside me.

“I want to see all of you,” I said.

Archer didn’t hesitate. He pushed his briefs down off his body and kicked them aside, giving me what I wanted.

My mouth went dry as he reached down to grip the base of his dick. It hardened as he held it out for me, giving it a couple of slow strokes.

Archer was beautiful. Every single, glorious inch of him. The desire to explore him with my mouth overwhelmed me, but when I started forward, Archer shook his head.

“Uh uh. Don’t move.”

I went still, and he grinned playfully.

He kept his eyes on me as he took a seat in a nearby chair, and I reached between my legs and palmed my hard-on.

God, he was so hot, sitting there like some kind of king on his throne. I was ready to get down on my knees and worship him.

He nodded toward me and gestured at my shirt. “Take it off.”

Oh, shit, he wanted me to strip for him. I had no problem with that. Hell, I’d done it once before. At least this time I would remember it.

I undid the last few buttons remaining, and when my shirt hung from my shoulders, I shrugged out of it, leaving me in nothing but my briefs and socks. About to remove them next, I went to bend over, but Archer shook his head and circled his finger in the air.

“Turn around and do that.”

My dick jerked against the fabric of my briefs. That he wanted to look at my ass made me want to give him a show he’d never forget.

I pivoted until I was facing the chest and huge bed, then bent down to remove my socks. There was a gruff sound from behind and I looked back to Archer. He’d widened his straddle and was rubbing his hand up and down his thick length.

I had one last piece of clothing to remove, and, wanting to give the maximum effect, I remained bent at the waist as I slipped my thumbs into my briefs and pulled them down over my ass.

“Fuck, Preston.” Archer’s voice was rough like gravel as the scrap of material fell to my ankles. “Come here.”

My legs trembled as I turned back to face him, and the sight of Archer watching me, dick in hand, was a fantasy come to life.

I licked my lips and crossed the room to him, and then he looked to the bureau beside him and said, “Top drawer.”

“Wait, does Mr. Carrington have a sex drawer?”

“As of this week, he does.”

Oh hell, that confession just about brought me to my knees. I pulled open the drawer quicker than I could take my next breath.

“You bought all this for me?” I peered inside at the lube, condoms, and assortment of sex toys and then back at the man stroking his cock.

Archer smirked. “You look like a kid in a candy store.”

“Yeah, well, I know exactly what I want to suck.”

“Dirty boy.”

“Only on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

“Then what was your excuse Monday night?”

He had me there, but— “Have you seen what you look like? That’s all the excuse I need.”

“Preston?”

“Yeah?”

“Get over here, now.”

I set the bottle of lube on the side table next to Archer and held the condom out.

Archer spread his legs further apart and pointed his cock upright. “Put it on.”

Try to fucking stop me.

I tore the packet open with my teeth, surprised my hands weren’t shaking with the need coursing through me. Somehow I managed to roll it on without embarrassing myself.

Even though he’d just been inside me only minutes ago, my body heated like this was the first time we’d done this. At least it was fully naked. It wasn’t a quickie against the door; he could see all of me, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.

“I want you to ride me.”

The way my dick responded by noticeably pulsing was answer enough that I was dying to do just that. Even though I had a feeling I knew what his answer would be, I still wanted to tease a little…

“Did you want me like this?” I asked, turning my back on him so he could get a prime view of my ass. “Or like this?” I faced forward to see Archer’s eyes were glittering dangerously.

A wave of anticipation rolled through me as he licked his lips and crooked his finger.

“I want you just like that. Facing me.”

Fucking swoon. Jesus, that was sexy. Even sexier when he popped the top of the lube and began to coat his dick.

The high-back chair was wide enough that I could put my knees on either side of him. As I climbed on top, he set the lube aside and grabbed two handfuls of my ass. Then he lowered his head and flicked his tongue along my slit. The move was unexpected, and I cursed and reached for the chair so I wouldn’t lose my balance.

I shouldn’t have worried about falling, though, because Archer’s fingers tightened, holding me steady as he teased my crown.

“You’re not allowed to come,” he said, the vibration from his lips making my cock jerk. He looked up at me under dark lashes. “Unless it’s down my throat.”

That order might’ve been his hottest one yet, and I bit back a smile. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.” He straightened and reached down to hold his thick erection steady for me. “Now sit on my dick.”

I spread my cheeks apart and lowered onto him slowly. The cords of his neck strained as he entered me, and I was thankful I was already good and stretched from his taking me downstairs.

“You’re fucking incredible,” I said, moving my hands to his chest as he continued to fill me. Being face to face and tangled up in each other made this feel so much more intimate. I could see every flicker of ecstasy cross his gorgeous features. I could feel the way his muscles tightened under my palms. This position was dangerous, because something told me that after this, I’d never want to let him go.

Archer took hold of my hips and brought me down the final couple inches, settling me fully onto his lap.

A curse of pleasure escaped me as I kneaded my fingers into his muscles. “How does it feel like there’s even more of you?”

“This angle is…” His words trailed off as I lifted off him to the tip and then took him again all the way to the hilt. “Shit.”

He closed his eyes and flexed his fingers on my hips. When his eyes opened again, the lust I saw there matched my own. I’d never imagined a time when Archer Carrington would be as insatiable for me as I was for him, but this was real, it was happening, and the power that made me feel was all-consuming. I wanted to be the best fuck he’d ever had.

I began to ride him the way I’d only ever dreamed about—sliding up and down his rock-hard length and then grinding down on him so he brushed up against that sweet spot deep inside. Every time he hit it and I moaned, Archer bit down on his lip, like the sound I made would cause him to spontaneously combust.

The thought was sexier than it should’ve been, spurring me on to take everything from him. He let me set the pace, though I had no doubt he was just topping from the bottom, letting me believe I was the one in charge. That was fine by me. There was nothing this man could do that I wouldn’t want completely.

Without thinking, I reached between us to grip my aching cock, but Archer was faster, moving my hand back up to his chest.

His gaze smoldered. “What did I say?”

“You said I couldn’t come unless it’s down your throat.” I clenched my ass around his dick, and he sucked in a breath. “But you didn’t say I couldn’t touch.”

“New rule, then.” He leaned in, ghosting his lips over mine. “No touching allowed. I want you begging for my mouth.”

“I’ll beg for you whenever you want me to.”

A slow, sexy smile spread across Archer’s lips. “What a very, very good boy you are, Preston.”

He captured my mouth in a dizzying kiss, wrapping his arms around me to hold me close. I swept my tongue inside, exploring and tasting, like I’d never get a chance to again.

But I wasn’t going to think like that. Not when he thrust his hips up into me, setting my body on fire. It was all I could do to thread my fingers through his hair and hold on tight.

I was breathless when I pulled away, our bodies sticky between us from my pre-cum.

“I hope you never look at this chair the same way,” I said.

“There’s several areas of my house that you’ve marked now, including this chair.”

I didn’t bother hiding my smile. “Is that a bad thing?”

“It’s probably not a good thing. Like this bruise.” He ran his thumb along the crease of my neck where his mouth had been earlier. “Ask me if I care.”

I didn’t need to ask. I just needed him to come inside me as much as I needed to feel his lips wrapped around my cock.

Slamming back down onto Archer’s dick, I began to pick up the pace, memorizing the little noises that escaped from him as he got closer to coming. With his skin flushed under the low light, I’d never seen anyone as beautiful as Archer. He was a sight to behold as he fell apart beneath me and inside me, shouting my name like a curse and a prayer.

I rode him through it, ignoring the need coursing through me to come with him. If I wasn’t actively trying to hold myself back like he’d told me to, I had a feeling there’d be an even bigger mess between us.

As his movements began to slow and he came down from his high, Archer grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me in for a quick kiss. “Fuck my mouth. Now.”

His words sent another blast of desire through my throbbing dick. I lifted myself up off him carefully, my legs a little shaky as I stood and waited for him to remove and tie off his condom.

Without asking where he wanted me, or allowing him to get up, I stepped up onto the chair, one foot on the cushion by his leg, propping the other on the arm. I grabbed the top of the high-back with one hand to steady myself, and with the other, the root of my cock.

Archer’s head was at the perfect angle, his mouth so close it practically kissed the head of my dick. I hoped he was hungry.

A feral sound reverberated out of him as he parted his lips and took me all the way to the back of his throat in one quick move that caught me off guard. There was nothing tentative about the way he consumed me. His mouth was voracious, his tongue smooth velvet against my sensitive skin, and his sucking skills—it was a miracle I hadn’t already blown my load.

Looking down, I watched my dick disappear again and again as Archer held me close. He’d moved his hand between my legs to my ass, keeping me right where he wanted me so he could get his fill. The sight was so erotic that I couldn’t stop rocking my hips, stealing even more of him.

He pulled off me, his lips glistening. “That’s it. Use my mouth and let me taste every drop.”

If it hadn’t been for the death grip I had on the back of the chair and the way his strong arm held me, I was sure my legs would’ve given out.

But if Archer wanted me to use him to get off, I wasn’t backing down from that challenge.

I adjusted my foot on the arm of the chair, widening my stance, and then I guided my dick back into his mouth. He sucked on the head, swirling his tongue around, and when I was ready, I put both hands back on the top of the chair and did what he told me.

I fucked his mouth.

Using the chair as leverage, I forced him to take me again and again, until my movements became jerky and out of rhythm and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back any longer.

“Archer,” I said on a gasp, his name the only warning he got before my climax hurtled through me like a roaring tidal wave. I exploded into the heat of his mouth, and with every swallow, he milked my cock dry.

I waited as long as I could before collapsing into his lap. My head fell forward onto his shoulder as I waited for my vision to come back and my breathing to even out.

Tonight had already been bigger and better than my wildest dreams—and if the way Archer flirted with the crease of my ass was any indication, it wasn’t over yet.