Those hips moved in an indecent way as he stepped between my spread legs and wrapped the scarf behind my neck, pulling me toward him. I sat up and went to touch him, only for him to slap my hands away.
“I’m sorry, sir, but putting your hands on the performers is against the rules.”
I grabbed a fistful of his sweater and jerked him toward me, grazing our mouths together. “I make the rules.”
Benoit hummed, the sound vibrating against my lips, and he nipped at them before shimmying out of my hold.
His fingers flirted with the edge of his sweater, lifting it a few inches to give me a peek of his taut stomach and then lowering it again.
He was drawing this out on purpose now. If I’d kept my mouth shut, he’d be naked already, but the tease was emerging, and it was all I could do to lie there and watch. I reached down to where my cock was straining against my zipper and rubbed the heel of my hand over it.
Benoit’s eyes dropped to the move, and that was when it occurred to me that twocould play at this particular game.
I stroked myself once, twice, and then a third time, and when Benoit merely stood there and licked at his lips, I smirked.
“What happened to my show?”
Benoit’s eyes flicked up to mine, and the teasing glint from seconds ago had turned downright scorching. But he’d started this and I wasn’t about to let him off the hook until he finished it…naked.
“The sweater, Benoit. Take it off.”
My first order had fallen on teasing ears, but this time it seemed he had a little more incentive to lose his clothing. He pulled it up and over his head and tossed it at me, before turning his back and aiming a sultry gaze over his shoulder.
“Now you. Unzip your pants.”
So that was how this was going to go. A little quid pro quo.I could get on board with that.
I reached for the button of my pants, flicked it open, and slowly drew down the zipper, then tugged them open, revealing my tight briefs that were molded to my cock.
Benoit’s nostrils flared as I thrust my hips up into my hand, and he cursed in French and looked away. But then, not about to be rushed, he made a show ofslowlybending at the waist, smoothing his hands down one leg in a tantalizing move thatshowed off just how flexible he was. Then he switched sides and ran them back up the other.
My dick ached at the way his pants stretched taut over his fabulous ass, and reminded me just how good it had looked naked and bent over my bed the night before. If he wanted to drive me crazy, mission accomplished.
The sound of his belt buckle hit my ears, followed by his zipper, then he hooked his fingers into the sides of his pants and inched them down his hips.
My breath caught in the back of my throat, the anticipation of all his smooth skin coming into view making it difficult not to get to my feet and end this little game now. But I would wait. I wanted to see what was coming next. I wanted to see whathewould do to makemecome next.
Benoit began to sway to the dick-throbbing tune that began to play, and as he turned to face me, his erection was clear to see, outlined behind a sheer thong that left nothing to the imagination. He ran his hands down over his body and into the barely there material, and I did the same.
Benoit drew his bottom lip behind his teeth, his hooded eyes watching my hand disappear into my briefs, and we both gripped our cocks at the same moment. My low growl mingled with his groan as the sexual tension between us built with every stroke.
I hadn’t meant things to get off track this way. I really had wanted my dance, but as he stood before me stroking that luscious cock, I realized I wanted something more.
I sat up and whipped my sweater off so I was as naked as he was. Benoit’s eyes trailed up to the light smattering of dark hair that covered my pecs, and as his hand began to move a little faster, I lay back down.
“Take off the rest of your clothes.”
Benoit blinked lust-hazed eyes at me but didn’t argue, releasing his hold on himself and shoving his remaining items to the floor.
When he straightened, his gorgeous body—including that delectable dick—was on full display to my greedy eyes, and I knew I’d made the right decision.
I crooked a finger at him. He stepped between my thighs, and I took hold of his shaft and gave him a firm squeeze.
“As tantalizing as this little show has been,” I said, my voice rough as sandpaper, “I find I’m out of patience.”
“Oh?” Benoit let out a shaky breath and thrust forward into my fist. “Then what is it you want?”
I ran my eyes up over all that smooth skin, to his sinfully gorgeous face. “For you to finish off this dance all over me.”
