Page 17 of Immoral (Park Avenue Kings #3)

DIMITRI

W ITH BUSINESS CONCLUDED, I was ready to get back to the pleasure side this trip had unexpectedly delivered during my downtime.

Yes, I’d paid for Benoit to accompany me on the trip, to be at my beck and call.

But I was starting to find myself wanting to be at his.

Leaving him after lunch had been more difficult than it should’ve been, considering what the meeting was for—establishing my position as the head of our arms organization after Giorgos’s demise had been my priority since his fall.

But ever since Benoit had come along, I’d found my focus divided.

Something I was aware I needed to conceal around my men.

Weaknesses weren’t something I could afford, and caring for someone in any capacity—sexual or otherwise—was a weakness.

But I could do it. I prided myself on my poker face and ruthless nature, and just because I had a hot body waiting for me during my downtime, that didn’t mean I was weak.

It meant I was a man with needs, wants, and desires, and I just so happened to have a sexy-as-sin man waiting to fulfill every one of them whenever I wanted him to.

My cock stirred at the thought. Benoit naked and waiting for me every night. That sounded like something I could get used to. But I was aware our time together had a time limit, not to mention a price tag.

I walked through the train carriages, heading back toward our suite. I’d already checked the bar and restaurant cars and Benoit was nowhere to be found. Maybe he’d decided to indulge in a little afternoon nap before this evening.

Now that’s something I wouldn’t mind interrupting. Perhaps even turn it into some afternoon delight?

With my mind focused on getting to Benoit and waking him with my hands, mouth, and body, no one was more shocked than I when I slid open the door to our sleeper suite and found him standing half-dressed at the bar cart in our living area.

With his tailored pants pulled snug over his backside, it appeared I’d interrupted him mid-dressing as he poured himself a glass of bourbon.

His hair was wet and slicked back from his shower, and as I stood there staring at him, a wayward drop of water slid down the back of his neck and between his shoulder blades.

Benoit placed the crystal stopper back in the decanter and lifted his glass, and when he turned to continue getting dressed for dinner, he spotted me.

His face was completely devoid of makeup, but that didn’t take away from his appeal.

His lashes were full and dark, and the stubble around his lips and lining his jaw was so fucking sexy he made every other man I’d ever been with fade to nothing more than a dull echo.

Clearly aware of his effect on me, Benoit leaned back against the cart and brought the glass to his lips.

The room suited Benoit with its Art Deco style and intricate wood paneling.

The soft decorative lighting and muted tones gave off a sexy but relaxed atmosphere, one that I enjoyed coming back to after a stressful meeting.

But nothing about the room and the long chaise longue and queen bed had me feeling relaxed right now.

If anything, they had me more revved up.

“ Bonsoir, ” Benoit finally said, his tone so close to a purr that I was tempted to do what he’d suggested earlier at the bar and pet him.

“Afternoon.”

Benoit pushed off the door and slinked his way over to me, his bare feet somehow even sexier than when they were in five-inch heels.

Maybe it was that he was half dressed? All the better to get him fully naked.

“If you’re here,” he said, taking another sip of his drink, “can I assume you’re now mine for the rest of the night?”

I was starting to think I would be his any fucking time of the day. But I took the glass from his fingers, drained it, and tossed it on the chaise. Then I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in so I could share the final sip with him.

My tongue and the bourbon swirled between our mouths, and as we swallowed it down, some of it slipped from the corner of his lips. I followed the liquor with kisses along his jawline and down his neck, and when I reached his shoulder and sucked, Benoit moaned.

“Don’t you mean that you’re mine ?” I said, kissing my way back up to his slick mouth.

Benoit gripped my hips and moved in to grind his body all over me, and when his erection grazed against mine, I knew we weren’t leaving this suite for dinner anytime soon.

I glanced at the chaise, but it was way too short and narrow for the two of us, and the bed was too far away for my impatient cock, so instead I settled on something much closer and quicker.

I slid a hand around his waist and walked him backward toward the large viewing window in our suite.“How do you feel about a little exhibitionism?” I asked, nipping at his lips, which curved into an immoral smile.

“What do you think?”

I trailed my fingers down the center of his naked body to his pants and undid the button.

“I think you’d fucking get off to being in front of others. Or should I say”—I unzipped him and slipped my hand inside to find him naked underneath—“I think you’d get off fucking in front of others.”

Benoit’s head fell back on the glass pane as I wrapped my hand around him.

A sensual moan slipped free of those talented lips, and I couldn’t help but lean in and take another taste.

I speared my tongue deep inside his mouth, the lingering taste of bourbon an intoxicating mix with his own flavor, as I swiped my thumb over the head of his cock and began to work him.

“I can’t promise you an audience,” I whispered over his lips. “But I can promise I’m about to turn you around and fuck you right here, in front of this window. And if anyone is out there to see, then they’ll be the luckiest person to ever live.”

I let him go and took a step back, and holy shit was he a sight: lounging back against the window with his kiss-swollen lips, a red mark forming on his neck, and his thick erection jutting from his pants.

He was the very picture of sex and debauchery, and by the time I got through with him, we’d add satisfied to the mix.

“Show me what I want to see, Benoit.”

Without a word, he slipped his thumbs into his pants and shoved them down his legs, then he kicked them out of his way.

“Good. Now turn around.”

Benoit did as he was told, placing his hands on the window and bracing his feet apart before canting his hips back and showing off that perfect ass.

“This what you want, mon monstre ?”

I reached for my pants and tore them open, then moved up behind him, took hold of each ass cheek in my hands, and squeezed.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you leave a mess all over this window.”

Benoit leaned back into me. “If that’s supposed to be a threat, I’m afraid you’ve misunderstood my turn-ons and turn-offs.”

“Not a threat,” I said by his ear, and felt him shiver. “A goddamn promise.”

I muscled him back into position and then looked down at where he was squirming into my hands. I plumped his cheeks together and then apart, then slapped the tight, bouncy skin.

Benoit sucked in a gasp of air but angled himself better for me, clearly wanting more, and several harder, faster slaps later to each cheek, he was whimpering.

I spread his ass cheeks apart, spat on the top of the narrow strip of skin that led to his hole, then slicked it down over his eager pucker.

“Dimitri,” Benoit panted as I pushed against the tight ring of muscle.

I wanted in there, and I wanted it now. But I knew the way I was feeling, and if I went at him with no kind of prep, I would tear him the fuck apart.

“Not yet,” I grunted, and spat on the same spot, letting it run down to where my thumb was pressing for entry.

Benoit’s body immediately sucked me inside, and it was me catching my breath this time as I watched it disappear.

God, the things I could do to this man. The things I wanted to do to him. I could only imagine how experimental Benoit would be. He was such a sensual creature by nature, and as I removed my thumb and he whimpered, my cock lurched.

“So needy. Don’t worry, I’m going to fill you up real good, soon. I’m just getting you ready for me.”

“I’m ready,” Benoit said, and gave his dick a rough pull.

I pushed two fingers in him, making him gasp. “Not for what I want to do, you’re not.”

“Am so,” he insisted between choppy breaths as I scissored my fingers in and out of him, finding and rubbing up against his prostate.

“I’m not feeling gentle. It’ll hurt,” I told him, digging my other fingers into his supple skin hard enough to bruise. I wanted to split him in half, spread him wide—and I wanted to see how far I could push him.

How much pain did he like—want?

“I want that,” he finally said. “I like the burn. The stretch. I want it all. I want to feel you for days .”

He was delirious with pleasure as he writhed on my fingers and pumped his cock. But I’d warned him. I’d given him the chance to say no. And that was about all the goodness I had left to give.

“Well then.” I leaned down and bit into his shoulder—hard. “Who the hell am I to deny you?”