Page 18 of Immoral (Park Avenue Kings #3)
BENOIT
T HE MOMENT I told Dimitri what I wanted, his fingers left my body and he backed away. This time, I didn’t focus on the loss of him, not when I knew what I had to look forward to.
He knew how to work his massive cock in a way that had mine already leaking, the evidence of my arousal coating my hand on every stroke of my dick.
Anticipation curled low in my stomach, and it was a struggle not to turn around and beg him to hurry up.Patience wasn’t my middle name.
Lucky for me, it wasn’t Dimitri’s either.
He grabbed my wrist, halting my movements, and the next thing I knew, his thick erection was in my hand, smearing my pre-cum on his cock to use as lube.
That was so damn hot I could only watch, especially when I knew it wasn’t nearly enough cum to make it a smooth slide inside me. He wanted things rough, and I was ready to take what he would give.
“You have an audience.” Dimitri nodded at the window.
The first things I noticed were the snow-covered mountains, and then I realized we were passing through a town, with several residents milling around the streets.
Many glanced up at the train, and I could only imagine what they were seeing right now.
Me. Gloriously naked in the window and wearing only a provocative smile. You’re welcome.
“We can’t give them a good show if you don’t fuck me,” I said, taunting Dimitri.
It worked.
With his fingers wrapped around my wrists, he slapped both of my hands up against the window pane, followed by my chest, and then kicked my legs open wider. My breath fogged up the glass on every exhale as he pressed up against me from behind.
“Never had anyone talk to me the way you do…” he said by my ear.
“All too scared of the big, bad monstre ?”
“Or smart.” He removed one of his hands from over the top of mine, and I trembled.
My arousal was at the very brink as I waited for him to unleash all the power I could feel vibrating behind me, and when he grabbed the back of my thigh and raised it at a forty-five degree angle, I sucked in a breath.
“They knew if they mouthed off,” he said, “they’d risk getting this .”
One forceful thrust later, and he was lodged as deep inside of me as he could be.
I shouted out at the intrusion, the bite of pain making my toes curl on the floor of the train carriage as it sped along the tracks.
My eyes slammed shut as my body desperately tried to reconcile how good it felt despite the burn licking through my veins.
“Not so mouthy now, are you?” Dimitri said.
“Hard to speak, darling, when your monster dick is coming up the back of my throat.”
He chuckled, a sound that was both sinister but also damn sexy.
It stroked me in all the right places and had me trying to push back to take even more of him.
But Dimitri had me split and pinned, my front against the window, my leg hiked up to give him access, and my body impaled on the biggest, thickest cock I’d ever taken.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it—your ass is like a fucking steel trap around me.”
I moaned and squirmed against him. “No escaping me now.”
I meant it in a sexual capacity, of course, but when Dimitri grunted and his fingers tightened around my thigh, I knew I was in much deeper with him than I cared to admit.
I’d been sent in to gather intel, to get information using any means necessary and within my comfort level, and as Dimitri began to pull out of me, I realized that maybe the problem was that I was too comfortable.
I was willing to do anything and everything with him—not for intel, but because I wanted to, and that was starting to alarm me.
Not enough to stop , mind you.
Dimitri tunneled forward again, the sting and burn still there but easing a little now as my body got used to the intruder taking it over.
I could feel his warm breath on my neck as he plowed into me several times over, his guttural groans making my dick pulse against the window pane every time he bottomed out.
I couldn’t remember a time I’d been so manhandled , taken so roughly, and it was both exhilarating and arousing. Dimitri took what he wanted with brute strength and no apologies, and right now he wanted me.
“Coming up on another stop,” he said, stilling his hips so that his cock throbbed, trapped inside me. “The last one for miles. Open your eyes, see the people as they watch you get good and fucked.”
Mon Dieu. My entire body tensed at his words. I was on full display here. Dimitri was balls deep inside me, and every inch of my front, including my stiff, leaking dick, was captured like we were in a window in Amsterdam’s Red Light District.
I opened my eyes and focused on the snow-covered trees as the train began to slow. As a platform filled with people came into view, Dimitri started to move again.
My breath was coming hard and fast now. I had no doubt Dimitri had paid handsomely for our end of the train, and that would include a certain amount of discretion. But would it also include dismissal of complaints of public indecency?
We weren’t technically in public, but as the train came to a full stop and people looked up at the passenger cars, as they tended to do, I saw several sets of eyes lock on me and widen.
But there was no stopping the man behind me, nor did I want him to. So I plastered my body to that window and gave them one hell of a show. If I was going to go to jail for indecent exposure, might as well make it a good fucking story.
Hah, now there was a pun my brothers would love to get behind. Literally.
I licked my lips and started to rub myself against the window pane.
I was making a mess of the glass, my pre-cum allowing my dick to slip and slide with ease as I stared down at the gaping onlookers.
I probably should’ve been ashamed or embarrassed, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.
I was a performer at heart, a man who loved being the center of attention, and I definitely had their attention right now.
Why wouldn’t I? My body was fucking spectacular .
“Well, would you look at that,” Dimitri rasped by my ear. “You’ve drawn quite the crowd.”
“ Oui. So why don’t we give them that show you promised?”
“My fucking pleasure.” Dimitri kissed under my ear and started to suck as his hips picked up a frantic rhythm. He kept me in place, nailed to the glass, balanced on one leg, as he went at me like a madman.
I slid up and down against the glass, my cries loud enough in the car now that we’d stopped that I was sure other guests could hear—but I didn’t care.
I wouldn’t have cared if people stormed into our suite and took a seat to watch the way Dimitri was pounding me like I was here for his pleasure and his pleasure only.
My mind was gone—it had left along with my morals and common sense as I let pleasure and sensory overload take over.
Dimitri yanked my head back as he slammed his hips hard up against me, and my cry of pleasure was intense.
Every nerve ending was tingling, every sense I had overwhelmed, as he rutted against my prostate in a way that had me close to collapse.
It was like I was having an out-of-body experience as he scraped his teeth along my jaw and growled, “Come.” I panted once, twice, then he rammed into me again and demanded, “Come for me …and them.”
And that did it.
With Dimitri so deep inside me I didn’t know if I’d ever feel complete again without him, I jerked, tensed, and then came like a fucking geyser all up the window for the gathering of people below.
Black spots clouded my vision, blocking out the stunned expressions, but I didn’t care, not when I could hear and feel the roar of Dimitri exploding like a powder keg behind me. His shout was so loud that I knew people had to hear, as he flooded my hole with his hot cum.
I dropped my forehead to the glass, giving myself a minute to catch my breath and lean into all the sensations flowing through—and out of—my body.
Sex with Dimitri was… Well, there weren’t words. It was wild and untamed, the best I’d ever had, and that was saying something. There was a reason I preferred to keep my entanglements to a one-and-done, because a high like this was addictive.
Good thing I had my head on straight.
Dimitri’s dark chuckle sounded behind me, and then his fingers were lifting my chin, forcing me to look out the window. Shocked faces stared up at us, but a few looked intrigued. No doubt this wasn’t something they were used to seeing on the trains passing by, but this was their lucky day.
Dimitri drew his spent cock out of me and then turned me around, pushing me back into the cum-covered glass and giving the voyeurs outside a prime view of my ass. His lips slammed down on mine, rough and possessive, and when he ripped his mouth free, he said, “You’re worth every fucking penny.”