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 myfingers. 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 Isayyou 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.”
10
BENOIT
MY BODY THRUMMED with frustrated arousal as I stood, bent at the waist, over the edge of the bed. The covers were warm against my cheek from where I’d just been spread out at Dimitri’s mercy, and my cock ached for the release he seemed hell-bent on making me wait for.
I tried to calm my breathing, tried to think of anything but how fucking talented that man’s tongue was. But no matter how hard I tried, nothing could stop the fire licking through my veins.
My legs shook as I waited impatiently for Dimitri to make his next move, and when the rustle of material hit my ears, I knew it was time to make mine.
I grabbed hold of the covers and crawled up onto the bed. My goal was to make Dimitri wait for it…just as he did me.
My knees had just cleared the mattress, putting my ass front and center of his view, but just as I was halfway across the bed, a firm hand clamped around my ankle.
A loud gasp left me as strong fingers tugged me back to the edge of the bed. Then that same hand moved to the center of my back and shoved me face down into the mattress.
My dick throbbed where it was trapped between my body and the covers, and when Dimitri moved in behind me this time, the heat of his naked skin scorched the back of my thighs.
“Running away so soon?”
Oh sweet Jesus.I wanted to see him so damn bad. But then again, it was probably better that I couldn’t, because that gravel-rough voice coupled with what I could feel behind me would have me coming in seconds.
“Not running, just…prolonging the enjoyment.”
Dimitri planted his hands by my head, then shifted down over me. The feel of his thick cock nudging up against my ass had me swallowing back a whimper. “I think you were running.”
I wriggled back into him, wanting to impale myself on him. “Maybe I just wanted to be chased.”
Dimitri’s throaty chuckle by my ear sent a delicious shiver through my entire body.
