Page 29 of Immoral (Park Avenue Kings #3)

I smiled at the idea he might think I’d take a bite, and honestly, it would serve him right, but I’d never harm something that had brought me so much pleasure.

Even if it was to teach the stubborn bastard a lesson.

“Something amusing?” Dimitri growled, clearly feeling my mirth under his lips.

“ Non . I was just thinking about how much I’d like this”—I rubbed my thigh against his dick—“in my mouth.”

“And that’s funny to you.”

“It’s a conundrum,” I said, panting a little harder as his stroking increased. “You see, I don’t think you’re brave enough to put it there.”

“Why? ’Cause you might take a bite? Who’s to say I wouldn’t choke you first?”

I moaned as his hand tightened around my cock. “So we’re back to playing games then, mon monstre? ”

“If you want my dick in your mouth, then yes. A game of chicken.”

I shoved him back and sank to my knees.The ground was hard, but that wasn’t going to slow me down. I reached out to where I thought he was and smoothed my hands up to his naked thighs.

His cock hit my hand almost like it wanted me to take hold of it, and who was I to deny it?

I took hold of Dimitri and guided him to my lips, and because I didn’t want any bad juju between me and the one part of him that still liked me, I gave it a kiss.

A muffled sound of what I was choosing to believe was approval met my ears, right before Dimitri grabbed the back of my head and guided me forward. He clearly wasn’t in the mood for a slow tease here, and neither was I.

I flicked out my tongue and caught the taste of his pre-cum, and the second it exploded on my tastebuds, I was swallowing him down. Somewhere in the back of my mind was his threat of his choking me, but if that were the case, I could think of worse ways to go.

Choosing to focus on more pleasant things, I closed my eyes and hollowed out my cheeks, sucking him as deep as I could get him.

“Fuck,” Dimitri said, increasing the pressure at the back of my head. “Why do you have to be so good at that?”

Just lucky, I guess, I thought as I swallowed around him, causing him to shout again. Then I dragged my lips up his length and tongued under his shaft.

“Quit fucking teasing, Benoit.”

My erection kicked at the sound of my name coming from his mouth, and if he needed any more proof that I’d told the truth about wanting him, all he had to do was suck the cum dripping from the tip of my cock.

But Dimitri was too mad at me to get on his knees for me right now. Lucky for him, I was satisfied by making him explode.

I cupped his balls, kneading them and not being gentle about it. They were full and heavy in my hand, and I opened wide and sucked one into my mouth.

“Fuck.” Dimitri tightened his fingers in my hair, shoving his hips forward and forcing me to keep him inside. I sucked harder, until a hiss escaped his lips and I moved on to the other.

As I pumped his cock through my fist, I swallowed around his sac and moaned, both from the taste of him and to drive him wild.

That vibration would be shooting through every sensitive part of his body, and if I could see his face, I knew exactly what I’d see: a look of sheer ecstasy that I’d memorized every time we’d been together.

Other than the obvious orgasms, it was my favorite part—watching the pleasure of my partner, knowing that it was because of me.

And Dimitri was so sexy that it amped things up beyond my norm.

I didn’t want to admit how much I’d been hating the fact that he’d caught me, not only for the obvious reasons but also because it had cut our time together short.

I shouldn’t have been enjoying myself as much as I was, shouldn’t be craving his body in a way that had me on my knees for him, but here I was, nipping at the sensitive skin of his balls and then drawing his perfect cock into my mouth again.

I closed my eyes even though I didn’t need to, all my attention focused on blowing Dimitri’s mind.

It kept my thoughts off everything else—the sweat dripping down my body, the potential for our hideaway to be found and shot up.

Maybe he needed this distraction just as much as I did.

Or maybe he needed to put his hands on me even though his head told him not to.

“You can take me deeper than that,” he said, breathless as he rammed forward, his dick hitting the back of my throat and causing me to choke around it. I pulled back, coughing as tears stung my eyes, but didn’t let that stop me.

Wrapping my hands around his erection, I brought it back to my mouth and grazed my teeth across the head. It was a warning—and a promise.

I felt his body jerk, and then the pressure from his grip on the back of my neck increased. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

Oh, I dared. If he wanted to play, I could do just that.

Replacing my teeth with my tongue, I gave him long licks around the head and across his weeping slit.

And then I went for it.

I sucked him deep and hard, moving my hands to his ass to hold him tight to me. There’d be no getting away if it was too much. Every single drop of his cum would be mine, in whatever way I wanted it.

He cursed, one hand still gripping my neck while the other slapped against the wall. His whole body shuddered, holding himself back, but it was in vain, because I didn’t slow.

“God…damn you, Benoit,” he said on a gasp before his dick erupted on my tongue.

I swallowed down the rush, relishing the taste of him and unable to keep my own climax from barreling through my body.

I tensed, curling my fingers into his ass muscles so hard that I knew I’d leave marks from my nails for him to remember me by.

Then I came, a hot surge of my climax pouring out of me and going God knew where. I couldn’t see, and truthfully, I didn’t give a fuck, not with the intensity of my release and Dimitri’s cock softening between my lips.

Why did it have to be so good?

And why did it have to be with him ?