But there was no stopping the man behind me, nor did I want him to. So I plastered my body to that window and gave them one hell of a show. If I was going to go to jail for indecent exposure, might as well make it a good fucking story.
Hah, now there was a pun my brothers would love to get behind. Literally.
I licked my lips and started to rub myself against the window pane. I was making a mess of the glass, my pre-cum allowing my dick to slip and slide with ease as I stared down at the gaping onlookers. I probably should’ve been ashamed or embarrassed, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. I was a performer at heart, a man who loved being the center of attention, and I definitely had their attention right now.
Why wouldn’t I? My body was fuckingspectacular.
“Well, would you look at that,” Dimitri rasped by my ear. “You’ve drawn quite the crowd.”
“Oui.So why don’t we give them that show you promised?”
“My fucking pleasure.” Dimitri kissed under my ear and started to suck as his hips picked up a frantic rhythm. He kept me in place, nailed to the glass, balanced on one leg, as he went at me like a madman.
I slid up and down against the glass, my cries loud enough in the car now that we’d stopped that I was sure other guests could hear—but I didn’t care. I wouldn’t have cared if people stormed into our suite and took a seat to watch the way Dimitri was pounding me like I was here for his pleasure and his pleasure only. My mind was gone—it had left along with my morals and common sense as I let pleasure and sensory overload take over.
Dimitri yanked my head back as he slammed his hips hard up against me, and my cry of pleasure was intense. Every nerve ending was tingling, every sense I had overwhelmed, as he rutted against my prostate in a way that had me close to collapse. It was like I was having an out-of-body experience as he scraped his teeth along my jaw and growled, “Come.” I panted once, twice, then he rammed into me again and demanded, “Come forme…and them.”
And that did it.
With Dimitri so deep inside me I didn’t know if I’d ever feel complete again without him, I jerked, tensed, and then came like a fucking geyser all up the window for the gathering of people below.
Black spots clouded my vision, blocking out the stunned expressions, but I didn’t care, not when I could hear and feel the roar of Dimitri exploding like a powder keg behind me. His shout was so loud that I knew peoplehadto hear, as he flooded my hole with his hot cum.
I dropped my forehead to the glass, giving myself a minute to catch my breath and lean into all the sensations flowing through—and out of—my body.
Sex with Dimitri was… Well, there weren’t words. It was wild and untamed, the best I’d ever had, and that was saying something. There was a reason I preferred to keep my entanglements to a one-and-done, because a high like this was addictive.
Good thing I had my head on straight.
Dimitri’s dark chuckle sounded behind me, and then his fingers were lifting my chin, forcing me to look out the window. Shocked faces stared up at us, but a few looked intrigued. No doubt this wasn’t something they were used to seeing on the trains passing by, but this was their lucky day.
Dimitri drew his spent cock out of me and then turned me around, pushing me back into the cum-covered glass and giving the voyeurs outside a prime view of my ass. His lips slammed down on mine, rough and possessive, and when he ripped his mouth free, he said, “You’re worth every fucking penny.”
18
DIMITRI
BENOIT WASN’T IN the bed when I woke up the following morning. It was rare I slept more than a handful of hours, but I was finding I fell into a deeper, longer sleep the more time with him passed. It was unnerving, especially considering I hadn’t heard him leave the room. I was usually so hypervigilant that any shift, any movement, should’ve alerted me.
Where had he ventured off to?
I checked the time and tossed my bag on the bed before packing up the clothes we’d left strewn all over the floor. We’d be arriving in Venice soon, and I wanted eyes on Benoit before the doors opened.
Not that I was worried about his slipping away. Though it wasn’t like he was chained here. I was positive he was enjoying his time with me so far, and I’d definitely made it worth his while.
Ignoring the niggling thought in the back of my mind, I zipped the bag shut, leaving it with the many others Benoit had brought for the trip. He wasn’t a man who went anywhere without ten pieces of luggage at the very least, so the idea of his vanishing was laughable.
Although I wouldn’t put it past any other passengers who caught a good look at Benoit to shoot their shot with him. The man from the bar had certainly been keen to take him somewhere alone.
Fuck, that had pissed me off. Not the fact that anyone else would be tempted by Benoit, but because I was annoyed by it. The sliver of jealousy making its way through me tasted bitter on my tongue, and that was it.
I’d started for the door when it opened suddenly. Benoit swept into the room, grinning broadly when he saw me, and then called out to the guards over his shoulder, “No need to worry, boys—the sleepingmonstrehas awoken from his slumber.”
He gave them a little wave before shutting the door, and I narrowed my eyes.
“Where have you been?”
“Oh, you know. Making my rounds with all the men over twenty-one before we leave.” He paused, waiting for me to respond, maybe laugh, but I only scowled.
