Page 9 of Immoral (Park Avenue Kings #3)

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T HE SECOND I stepped into the bedroom, I kicked the door shut and made a beeline to the bed. I’d waited weeks for this moment, where I’d finally have the seductive dancer in my arms, and now that I had him there, I wasn’t wasting any more time.

Benoit’s bare legs were wrapped tightly around my waist as his fingers tangled in my hair.

His tongue was teasing and agile as it devoured every inch of my mouth, and his rock-hard dick was rubbing against me in a way that made it difficult to walk.

But when I finally lowered him to the edge of the bed, Benoit released his hold and lay back on the mattress.

His robe fell open to reveal the emerald G-string that had finally lost the battle to keep his cock concealed, and the sight of its shiny, plump head had me licking my lips.

Benoit spread his legs, planting his feet on the floor as he hooked his thumbs into the elastic at his waist and lowered it a fraction, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of the rest of him.

“Like what you see, mon monstre ?”

Did I fucking ever. He’d teased me on stage like this twice now, and I’d be damned if that was all I got this time.

I moved between his legs and leaned down to plant a hand on either side of his head. Benoit arched up, about to wrap his arms around me, but there’d be time for that later. Right now I was focused on getting what I wanted.

His cock, in my mouth.

I placed a hand on his chest and urged him back to the mattress, then straightened and trailed my fingers down the center of his body, not stopping until I reached my target.

My fingertips grazed the sticky slit tempting me with his pre-cum, and with my eyes locked on his, I brought a finger to my mouth and sucked.

Fucking delicious…

Benoit’s breathing came harder as he stared up at me, my silence making the sexual tension in the room crackle as he waited for my next move.

I reached for my belt and unbuckled it, then flicked open the button of my pants.

“Offer yourself to me.”

Despite his vulnerable position, Benoit arched a brow. We both wanted this, that much was obvious, but where it’d all been about the tease before, now I wanted it to be about possession.

I wanted him to willingly give himself to me. I wanted him to understand what it meant. If he crossed this next line, if all of his teasing finally culminated in his offering his body to me, I was going to take him—and he would be mine for the next month.

Benoit licked his lip, then placed a palm on his stomach and slid it down toward his pelvis. His fingers slipped under the G-string, and I saw his fist grip the root of his dick under the tiny scrap of material.

A feral sound of desire rumbled through me as he stroked up his length, root to tip, revealing himself to my hungry gaze.

“Take it,” Benoit said, sliding his hand back down and aiming his luscious cock my way.

“It’s yours.” My jaw clenched at the explicit offer.

It was exactly what I’d wanted to hear, and when he arched his body and whispered, “Take it, mon monstre …” I moved to my knees between his and put my hands on his thighs.

His dick was only inches away from my lips, and when I leaned forward and dragged my tongue along the underside of his erection, he groaned and fell back to the bed.

I moved up over him and flicked the glistening tip with my tongue, and when his flavor exploded on my taste buds, it was all over. I dug my fingers into the firm skin of his thighs, wrapped my hand over his at the base of his cock, then directed him to my greedy mouth.

The second he penetrated my lips, Benoit’s hips jacked up off the mattress and he slid in deep. But I wasn’t letting him run this show, not when I’d waited so long to finally get my hands and mouth on him.

I slid my palms up his torso and held him to the mattress as I drew my lips off him and stared up his body.

“Keep still.”

Benoit lifted his head and gazed down at me, his cheeks flushed, eyes dark, pupils blown. “And if I don’t?” He squeezed my sides with his thighs and writhed on the covers beneath him. But two could play this little game of one-upmanship.

I removed my hands and reached for the edge of the thong that was shoved down and under his balls and tore it apart, freeing his body of the material. Then I hooked each of his legs over my shoulders and opened him up nice and wide.

“Then you’ll miss out on the best tongue fuck of your life.” I smirked. “Your choice.”

Benoit arched up again, and for a second I thought he was going to defy me—until he slipped his hands under his body.

“Feel free to bend me to your will. I’m very flexible.”

I was going to take him up on that offer, but first things first—I lowered my head and sucked one of his balls between my lips, reveling in his pleasure-filled groan as I switched to the other, then teased and taunted both.

I nuzzled into the root of Benoit’s cock, the scent of his arousal filling my nostrils as I devoured the sensitive sacs.

Then I licked my way up his throbbing dick, tracing the veins with the tip of my tongue.

I was ravenous, desperate to memorize the taste of this sensual man who’d danced his way into my every fantasy, and when I finally swallowed him down again, I took him all the way in.

“ Merde. ”

As he began to fuck my mouth, his pre-cum coated the back of my throat, and goddamn, he tasted better than he had any right to.

With the fantasy I’d built of him in my head, no one could live up to the hype, but with every suck and swallow, I was beginning to think a month wasn’t nearly long enough to satisfy my hunger.

When Benoit bucked up past my lips again, I couldn’t deny how sexy it was to see him take his pleasure from me. But tonight I needed to establish some clear rules, and he’d been teasing my dick long enough. It was time to make him beg.

I licked up the underside of his length, all the way to the tip, where I flicked my tongue over his slit as I took in the way he was splayed out and flushed against the sheets.

“You have a very talented mouth, mon monstre ,” he said on a ragged breath, but I only cocked a brow at him before lowering my head again.

With his legs still over my shoulders, I shifted his hips up and spread those smooth, plump ass cheeks apart, getting him right where I wanted him. It was a good thing he was flexible, because I wasn’t gentle as I dove in, swiping my tongue along his cleft.

He sucked in a breath, gripping the sheets. When I flattened my tongue and licked over his clenched hole, a string of curses left him, only about half making any sense to me.

That’s what I want, I thought as I repeated the move and then gave his entrance several flicks. Go wild for me.

The only problem? He wasn’t the only one losing it. As I speared my tongue and sank into the heat of him, pushing through the ring of muscle trying to keep me out, I got another addictive taste of him.

I tightened my fingers on his cheeks, keeping them wide open so I could tongue-fuck his ass, and Benoit raised his hips to meet my mouth, giving me a deeper dive inside. His legs began to tremble where they rested on my shoulders, but still I didn’t give him even a second of reprieve.

As I pulled out and swirled my tongue along his pucker, he tangled his fingers through my hair, pulling tight like he couldn’t decide if he wanted relief or wanted even more.

I didn’t give him a choice.

Shifting my hands beneath him, I lifted him toward my face like he was my own personal buffet. I spat on his hole, lubing him up with the tip of my tongue, and then slid a finger inside.

“Yesss,” he said, that greedy, perfect ass of his devouring my finger like it was desperate for another.

I added a second, shoving them both inside and lifting my head to watch his reaction.

I thought I’d find him with his head thrown back and reveling in what I was giving, but instead he had lifted up on his elbows, watching every move I made with intense focus. As my knuckles pressed up against his entrance, he moaned.

That moan was music to my ears, and I flicked my tongue around his hole while I scissored my fingers inside him, working him over, getting him stretched so he could take every inch of my cock.

I didn’t plan to take it easy on him, and from the way he writhed beneath me, he was impatient for more than just my fingers. Or maybe that was my own erection talking, strangled behind my briefs.

Benoit’s breathing turning ragged had me glancing up to see he’d taken hold of his dick and was getting himself off. His hand moved in time with the one I had deep inside him, and hell no that wasn’t going to work for me.

Drawing my fingers out of him, I rose and grabbed hold of his wrist, stilling his movements.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

He panted. “I didn’t know I needed your permission. Should I say please?”

“No.” I lowered his legs to the mattress and stood up, hauling him up with me. He was unsteady on his feet, and as his robe hit the floor, I turned him around to face away from me.

Then I bent him over the edge of the bed and said, “You can fucking beg.”