“Show me what I want to see, Benoit.”
Without a word, he slipped his thumbs into his pants and shoved them down his legs, then he kicked them out of his way.
“Good. Now turn around.”
Benoit did as he was told, placing his hands on the window and bracing his feet apart before canting his hips back and showing off that perfect ass.
“This what you want,mon monstre?”
I reached for my pants and tore them open, then moved up behind him, took hold of each ass cheek in my hands, and squeezed.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you leave a mess all over this window.”
Benoit leaned back into me. “If that’s supposed to be a threat, I’m afraid you’ve misunderstood my turn-ons and turn-offs.”
“Not a threat,” I said by his ear, and felt him shiver. “A goddamn promise.”
I muscled him back into position and then looked down at where he was squirming into my hands. I plumped his cheeks together and then apart, then slapped the tight, bouncy skin.
Benoit sucked in a gasp of air but angled himself better for me, clearly wanting more, and several harder, faster slaps later to each cheek, he was whimpering. I spread his ass cheeks apart, spat on the top of the narrow strip of skin that led to his hole, then slicked it down over his eager pucker.
“Dimitri,” Benoit panted as I pushed against the tight ring of muscle.
I wanted in there, and I wanted it now. But I knew the way I was feeling, and if I went at him with no kind of prep, I would tear him the fuck apart.
“Not yet,” I grunted, and spat on the same spot, letting it run down to where my thumb was pressing for entry.
Benoit’s body immediately sucked me inside, and it was me catching my breath this time as I watched it disappear.
God, the things I could do to this man. The things Iwantedto do to him. I could only imagine how experimental Benoit would be. He was such a sensual creature by nature, and as I removed my thumb and he whimpered, my cock lurched.
“So needy. Don’t worry, I’m going to fill you up real good, soon. I’m just getting you ready for me.”
“I’m ready,” Benoit said, and gave his dick a rough pull.
I pushed two fingers in him, making him gasp. “Not for what I want to do, you’re not.”
“Am so,” he insisted between choppy breaths as I scissored my fingers in and out of him, finding and rubbing up against his prostate.
“I’m not feeling gentle. It’ll hurt,” I told him, digging my other fingers into his supple skin hard enough to bruise. I wanted to split him in half, spread him wide—and I wanted to see how far I could push him.
How much pain did he like—want?
“I want that,” he finally said. “I like the burn. The stretch. I want it all. I want to feel you fordays.”
He was delirious with pleasure as he writhed on my fingers and pumped his cock. But I’d warned him. I’d given him the chance to say no. And that was about all the goodness I had left to give.
“Well then.” I leaned down and bit into his shoulder—hard. “Who the hell am I to deny you?”
17
BENOIT
THE 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.
