Page 14 of Immoral (Park Avenue Kings #3)

DIMITRI

A NOTHER NIGHT, ANOTHER bedroom, but this time it came with a private performance.

I no longer had to share Benoit with other leering eyes and stiff cocks in a room full of people.

This one-on-one attention he’d promised was the only reason I’d agreed to spend a few hours wandering around Prague’s Christmas markets in the cold.

It wasn’t my thing, but the festivities seemed to please Benoit, and since he’d already proven he was worth every penny, I would make sure to keep him happy.

Give him what he wants, take what I want.

“Now this is more like it,” Benoit said as he stepped into the room and let his coat drop from his shoulders and down his arms. He still had a few layers to go after our time outside, and I was going to enjoy the show.

“This room is more to your liking?”

“I’m sure any room in this castle is acceptable , but this one’s a step above, wouldn’t you say?”

“Perhaps. Bigger is better for you?”

As he walked toward me, he lowered his eyes below my hips. “Bigger is definitely my type.”Then he pushed me back onto the bed and began to pull his gloves free, one finger at a time. “Make yourself comfortable.”

I spread my hands behind me, resting back on them. This was what I enjoyed, the tease that followed through.

Benoit took his phone out of his pocket, hit a couple of buttons, a sultry song started to play, and the striptease began.

As he swayed his hips, he reached up for the scarf artfully wound around his neck and slowly pulled it down.

He wasn’t even showing any skin yet and already my dick was stirring to life.

It was in the way Benoit moved his body, the way his hazel eyes penetrated mine.

Being the sole subject of his attention had my adrenaline pumping in the same way as the many dangerous positions I’d put myself in.

This man was every bit as high risk, but it was a risk I was more than willing to take.

“Take your sweater off,” I said.

Benoit gave a low chuckle and shook his head. “You’re not the one in charge here, mon monstre .” He kicked his winter boots off, one after the other, both of them landing clear on the other side of the room. “This is my show.”

“I thought it was my show?”

“And I thought I told you to sit back and relax?”

I narrowed my eyes, but I’d let him have control in this instance. When I complied, the bossy bottom continued.

Those hips moved in an indecent way as he stepped between my spread legs and wrapped the scarf behind my neck, pulling me toward him. I sat up and went to touch him, only for him to slap my hands away.

“I’m sorry, sir, but putting your hands on the performers is against the rules.”

I grabbed a fistful of his sweater and jerked him toward me, grazing our mouths together. “I make the rules.”

Benoit hummed, the sound vibrating against my lips, and he nipped at them before shimmying out of my hold.

His fingers flirted with the edge of his sweater, lifting it a few inches to give me a peek of his taut stomach and then lowering it again.

He was drawing this out on purpose now. If I’d kept my mouth shut, he’d be naked already, but the tease was emerging, and it was all I could do to lie there and watch. I reached down to where my cock was straining against my zipper and rubbed the heel of my hand over it.

Benoit’s eyes dropped to the move, and that was when it occurred to me that two could play at this particular game.

I stroked myself once, twice, and then a third time, and when Benoit merely stood there and licked at his lips, I smirked.

“What happened to my show?”

Benoit’s eyes flicked up to mine, and the teasing glint from seconds ago had turned downright scorching. But he’d started this and I wasn’t about to let him off the hook until he finished it…naked.

“The sweater, Benoit. Take it off.”

My first order had fallen on teasing ears, but this time it seemed he had a little more incentive to lose his clothing. He pulled it up and over his head and tossed it at me, before turning his back and aiming a sultry gaze over his shoulder.

“Now you. Unzip your pants.”

So that was how this was going to go. A little quid pro quo. I could get on board with that.

I reached for the button of my pants, flicked it open, and slowly drew down the zipper, then tugged them open, revealing my tight briefs that were molded to my cock.

Benoit’s nostrils flared as I thrust my hips up into my hand, and he cursed in French and looked away.

But then, not about to be rushed, he made a show of slowly bending at the waist, smoothing his hands down one leg in a tantalizing move that showed off just how flexible he was.

Then he switched sides and ran them back up the other.

My dick ached at the way his pants stretched taut over his fabulous ass, and reminded me just how good it had looked naked and bent over my bed the night before. If he wanted to drive me crazy, mission accomplished.

The sound of his belt buckle hit my ears, followed by his zipper, then he hooked his fingers into the sides of his pants and inched them down his hips.

My breath caught in the back of my throat, the anticipation of all his smooth skin coming into view making it difficult not to get to my feet and end this little game now. But I would wait. I wanted to see what was coming next. I wanted to see what he would do to make me come next.

Benoit began to sway to the dick-throbbing tune that began to play, and as he turned to face me, his erection was clear to see, outlined behind a sheer thong that left nothing to the imagination. He ran his hands down over his body and into the barely there material, and I did the same.

Benoit drew his bottom lip behind his teeth, his hooded eyes watching my hand disappear into my briefs, and we both gripped our cocks at the same moment. My low growl mingled with his groan as the sexual tension between us built with every stroke.

I hadn’t meant things to get off track this way. I really had wanted my dance, but as he stood before me stroking that luscious cock, I realized I wanted something more.

I sat up and whipped my sweater off so I was as naked as he was. Benoit’s eyes trailed up to the light smattering of dark hair that covered my pecs, and as his hand began to move a little faster, I lay back down.

“Take off the rest of your clothes.”

Benoit blinked lust-hazed eyes at me but didn’t argue, releasing his hold on himself and shoving his remaining items to the floor.

When he straightened, his gorgeous body—including that delectable dick—was on full display to my greedy eyes, and I knew I’d made the right decision.

I crooked a finger at him. He stepped between my thighs, and I took hold of his shaft and gave him a firm squeeze.

“As tantalizing as this little show has been,” I said, my voice rough as sandpaper, “I find I’m out of patience.”

“Oh?” Benoit let out a shaky breath and thrust forward into my fist. “Then what is it you want?”

I ran my eyes up over all that smooth skin, to his sinfully gorgeous face. “For you to finish off this dance all over me.”

A seductive chuckle slipped out of Benoit as he reached for my shoulders.“I’ve never known you to be subtle, mon monstre. But just so we’re clear—you want to watch me ”—he leaned in and brushed his lips over mine—“come all over you .”

“From my mouth to my cock.” I bit down on his lip—hard. “Think you can do that?”

He shoved my shoulder back to the bed.

“ Oui , it’ll be my pleasure.”

And mine, I thought as he climbed up on the bed and straddled my thighs. I went to direct my cock up, for him to lower himself on, but Benoit swatted my hand away and shook his head.

“Oh no you don’t.” He shifted further up my body, past my aching erection, and settled on my abs. “There was no mention of you doing anything. So for now, I think you can just lie there and enjoy the show.”

He started to roll his body over the top of mine in a way that should be fucking illegal.

“In fact,” Benoit crooned as he walked his fingers up my chest, “why don’t you slip your hands behind your head?”

My body vibrated with restrained power as I allowed him to pin me to the mattress. But we both knew one surge of adrenaline would be all I needed to have him laid out flat. So for now I would indulge him, knowing that he was about to indulge me .

“I love your body,” Benoit said, more to himself than to me, as he put his palms on my chest and began to rock over me.

I could feel his thighs tighten at my waist as he dragged his hot balls over me.

“So strong,” he continued. “So hard.” His fingers dug into my skin, his short nails biting in a way that would likely leave blood. “So powerful .”

Benoit let out a low moan as he reached down and took hold his cock, then he tipped his head back and closed his eyes, and with his body braced for maximum movement, he really began to dance for me.

His fingers flexed, his hand stroked, his hips swayed, and his entire body rolled in time to the provocative beat throbbing all around us.

He was magnificent to watch, his movements so fluid even as he pleasured himself.

It was like a well-choreographed dance he’d done a hundred times before, and judging by the masterful way he worked his shaft, that was likely accurate.

My hands itched to touch, grab, pleasure the man, destroying every thought I had. But, not wanting to deprive myself of what I knew would be one hell of a finale, I gripped my hair and pulled the strands tight, in an effort not to come before he did.

“Jesus, Benoit…”

He moaned, and those hazel eyes opened and locked on mine.

“You look and feel unreal.”

Benoit bit into his lower lip as he swiped the head of his cock with his thumb. Then he reached down and held it out to me.

I craned up, sucked it between my lips, and groaned as his flavor hit my tongue. As I lay back down, Benoit started to move a little faster.

“You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Mmm…”

“Sensual.”

“Tell me more,” he panted, and dug those nails hard into my chest.

“The most gorgeous thing I’ve ever set my fucking eyes on.” My breathing was ragged now, my dick aching for release as I watched him get himself off. “The second I saw you, I knew I was going to do anything to have you.”

Benoit cried out then, my words spurring on his climax as he bowed forward and tipped his head back. His cock jerked in his fist as hot jets of cum sprayed out over my chest and hit my chin and face.

He was a feast for the eyes—and tongue—as I licked his arousal from the corner of my lips, his flavor exploding in my mouth like a potent aphrodisiac, as my own orgasm raced down my spine.

I gritted my teeth and reached for his hips, ready to flip him to his back and take him like the starving man he’d turned me into. Then Benoit’s eyes opened and he flashed me a sly smile.

“So…did that earn me a taste of you?”

My words from last night wound tight around my frustrated cock like a lover’s fist—or better yet, Benoit’s mouth—as he climbed off my lap and planted his hands by my hips.

“You earned more than a taste.” I looked down at him and directed my dick to his mouth. “You earned a whole fucking mouthful.”