Page 10 of Immoral (Park Avenue Kings #3)

BENOIT

M Y BODY THRUMMED with frustrated arousal as I stood, bent at the waist, over the edge of the bed. The covers were warm against my cheek from where I’d just been spread out at Dimitri’s mercy, and my cock ached for the release he seemed hell-bent on making me wait for.

I tried to calm my breathing, tried to think of anything but how fucking talented that man’s tongue was. But no matter how hard I tried, nothing could stop the fire licking through my veins.

My legs shook as I waited impatiently for Dimitri to make his next move, and when the rustle of material hit my ears, I knew it was time to make mine.

I grabbed hold of the covers and crawled up onto the bed. My goal was to make Dimitri wait for it…just as he did me.

My knees had just cleared the mattress, putting my ass front and center of his view, but just as I was halfway across the bed, a firm hand clamped around my ankle.

A loud gasp left me as strong fingers tugged me back to the edge of the bed. Then that same hand moved to the center of my back and shoved me face down into the mattress.

My dick throbbed where it was trapped between my body and the covers, and when Dimitri moved in behind me this time, the heat of his naked skin scorched the back of my thighs.

“Running away so soon?”

Oh sweet Jesus. I wanted to see him so damn bad. But then again, it was probably better that I couldn’t, because that gravel-rough voice coupled with what I could feel behind me would have me coming in seconds.

“Not running, just…prolonging the enjoyment.”

Dimitri planted his hands by my head, then shifted down over me. The feel of his thick cock nudging up against my ass had me swallowing back a whimper. “I think you were running.”

I wriggled back into him, wanting to impale myself on him. “Maybe I just wanted to be chased.”

Dimitri’s throaty chuckle by my ear sent a delicious shiver through my entire body.

“I’ll have to remember that. But time’s up for you tonight, I’m afraid.” He reached down and slipped a hand between us, spreading my cheeks. “I want inside this exquisite body of yours.”

I wanted that too, and just so there was no mistake, I widened my stance.

“Yes,” Dimitri growled. “Show me that pretty hole. Show me where you want me to put my cock.”

Putain . When was the last time I’d had someone talk to me like that? A long damn time. The men whose beds I usually visited were refined, sophisticated, gentlemanly types.

Dimitri was none of those things. He was rough, brash, and lethal, a combination that was turning out to be one hell of an aphrodisiac. I wanted to go wild with him. I wanted him to take me without constraint.

A hand at the nape of my neck held me in place as he nudged up against my back entrance, teasing me with the head of his dick.

My fingers curled around the bedcovers, then he breached my stretched hole, and the burn of his intrusion—despite the thorough tongue lashing he’d given me—had my teeth gnashing together.

“I fucking knew it…” he said to himself as he slid into me, inch by tortuous inch.

His fingers tightened at the back of my neck, the one on my ass digging into my skin as he spread me even further apart, and I knew he was looking at us. The way his cock was now fully lodged inside me. The way my ass was stretched around his thickness.

My balls tingled at the visual I’d just painted for myself. Then Dimitri began to pull out of me, and I couldn’t stop my cry.

The hand at my neck let go to reach for my other hip, and when he plowed forward this time, the entire bed shifted under the power of his thrust. The scrape of the legs on the wood floor was almost as satisfying as the grunt of pleasure from the man behind me.

Dimitri had lost his words, his ability to form coherent sentences, and I clenched my ass around the intruding length inside it.

“A tease even between the sheets…”

“Not. Between. Sheets,” I panted as I pushed back onto him.

Dimitri moved down over me. “Gonna get so deep you forget what it’s like not to have me in you.”

I didn’t have an answer for that—just a sound, one full of lustful yearning, because I wanted that.

I wanted that so fucking bad I almost came from the mere promise of it.

But when Dimitri gripped the covers by my head and started to rut me like an animal in heat, I closed my eyes and allowed all the sensations to flood through me, over me, inside me.

I was no longer in control. He controlled every nerve ending, every sensory hot spot on my body.

I was his to use, to have. His to take .

And my leaking cock could attest to that—it was making an absolute mess of the bed beneath me.

The friction of the covers added a whole other sensation to go with the intense prostate massage Dimitri was administering.

“More,” I begged, delirious with the kind of pleasure that led to obsession.

Dimitri seemed to understand, though. He stilled, deep inside me, let go of the covers, and slid an arm under me. Then he straightened and pulled me to my feet, his forearm firm against my collarbone.

Teeth sank into my shoulder, hard. “More?”

I nodded, and he slid his palm down the middle of my body and wrapped it around my erection. I cried out from the touch, the heat of his hand exactly what I wanted and needed to take this to the next level.

“That what you want?” he asked, and jutted his hips forward, nailing my P-spot.

“Yes. Putain, oui .”

He stroked up my shaft as he pulled from my body, swiping his thumb over the slit. Then he let go of me, brought his hand up, and said, “Lick it.”

I swiped my tongue over his palm, tasting myself there, then spat in it.

“Let me fuck it,” I said. “While you fuck me.”

A harsh curse echoed around me as Dimitri once again took hold of my cock, and this time there was no teasing, no playing around. The second his fingers surrounded me, I shoved back on the dick inside me, then fucked forward into the fist waiting for me.

Dimitri gripped my hip and immediately picked up the pace.

It was only when his bare chest slapped against my back that I realized I hadn’t gotten a chance to look at him, not the way I wanted to.

But I couldn’t focus on that right now, not when he was fucking me into oblivion.

I’d get a chance to explore Dimitri’s body the way I wanted to soon, and from the brief glimpse I got, it was rock hard with a dusting of dark hair covering his deeply tanned skin.

God, he was delicious in a way I craved.

Such a bad, bad boy, with the looks and power to match.

I shouldn’t be as turned on about that as I was.

His thumb swiped over my slit on a stroke, just as he hit that sensitive bundle of nerves again, and it sent me gasping.

There was no way I should still be standing, not with the force with which he pounded into me, or the way my unsteady legs felt like they were sinking into quicksand.

He seemed to understand I was seconds away from falling at his feet and flexed his hand on my hip to hold me tighter.

I lifted my arm and gripped the back of his neck, drawing him closer, pressed up against my body and giving me something to hold on to.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled in my ear.

“You’re so fucking big .”

The way I felt him shudder ever so slightly, like he was close to losing control, had an arrogant sense of satisfaction rolling through me.

So much so, I deluded myself into doing something I really shouldn’t do.

My hand joined his on my dick, and I gave a couple of strokes before pushing him away.

At the same time, as his cock pulled out to the tip in my ass, I made my move.

I turned around, wrapped my arms around his waist, and pushed him down onto the bed.

Climbing on top of him to straddle his body took all the strength I had left, but I enjoyed this little game we were playing too much to not try to take control.

For a moment, I thought he’d let me, too. But the second I lifted up on my knees to sink down onto his massive erection, he flipped me so hard and fast to my back that my head spun.

“First you run. Then you try to dominate.” His heavy body, all muscle, pinned me to the mattress. Then he reached down for the tie of my robe that was still lying on the end of the bed and pushed my arms up over my head.

“Ooh, kinky,” I said, squirming beneath him, not from discomfort but just to rub my body all over his. From this position I could see him, all of him, and I had to admit—I liked his way of doing things.

He tied my wrists together with the material from the robe—a much more comfortable option than handcuffs—and then wrapped them around the wrought-iron headboard.

“Still saying more ?” he asked.

“ Oui, mon monstre . I want everything .”

His nostrils flared, and a heartbeat later he shoved my knees up to my chest. He didn’t enter me slowly, but thrust himself back inside in a way that had me sucking in a breath at the bite of pain.

It soon turned to pleasure as he began to rock inside me, moving his hips to nail the spot that had me nearly blacking out in ecstasy.

“There,” I said, trying to buck up into him to keep him right where I wanted him, but it was impossible to do restrained. He had me incapacitated, had full control over my body so that all I could manage to do was watch him and take what he gave.

And fuck, that was an incredible view.

His black hair fell past his ears, strands sticking to the light sheen of sweat on his face.

As he thrust into me, driving me closer to the edge and holding my calves to keep me in place, I let myself openly stare at him.

Every muscle of his glorious body was flexed, giving me a view that had my mouth watering and my cock leaking with arousal.

I couldn’t even find it in me to care that he wasn’t jacking me off anymore, not when I was so close to exploding that, had he been touching me, this would all be over with already.

Dimitri slammed into me, harder and faster, the headboard hitting the wall with every thrust. He ruled over my body, an unspoken warning vibrating between us that I wasn’t allowed to come until he did.

And fuck did I need this release, almost more than I needed to breathe.

It was all I could do to keep my thinly held self-control intact.

“Will you come all over me?” I taunted him. “Or inside of me?”

That challenge had Dimitri’s eyes narrowing, but his movements became erratic.

His throat corded, his head fell back, and then he came inside me with a roar that echoed off the walls.

A hot rush of cum filled my ass, and the sensation had my orgasm hitting so fast that I didn’t have time to warn him before I detonated.

Jets of cum burst out of me, coating my chest and abs as I cried out.

“Merde, ” I said, breathless and waiting for my vision to come back.

Dimitri was still inside me, and I was still coming when I felt him lean down and lick a path across my abs. I opened my eyes to see him watching me, that intense gaze on my face while he swallowed my cum.

It was so damn hot that I could’ve come again right then if he hadn’t just drained me completely.

I let out a curse as he tasted me again.

“That’s not fair.” I pretended to pout as I lowered my aching legs to the mattress and stretched them out on either side of him. “When do I get to taste you?”

Dimitri lifted up to his knees, his spent cock sliding out of me and leaving me far too empty except for the warmth flowing out of my ass and dripping onto the sheets.

He swiped his finger through the mess on my chest, keeping those dark eyes trained on me as he said, “When you earn it.”