The hotel suite was everything you'd expect from Monaco—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Mediterranean, marble floors that probably cost more than my annual salary, and furniture that looked like it belonged in a museum. But I wasn't here to admire the décor.
Kal and I had barely dropped our bags when there was a knock at the door. I moved to answer it, my hand instinctively going to the concealed weapon at my hip, but relaxed when I saw who it was through the peephole.
"Hex," I said, opening the door.
The man who entered was exactly what you'd expect from MI6's top tech specialist—late twenties, lean and toned like a runner, with messy brown hair that looked like he'd been running his hands through it all day. He wore thin-framed glasses that somehow made him look both nerdy and attractive, and his sharp jawline could have cut glass. He was carrying two large equipment cases and a laptop bag.
"Agent Wolfe," he said, his voice slightly breathless. Then his eyes landed on Kal, who was standing by the window, and I watched a flush creep up Hex's neck. "And you must be Agent Jacobs."
"Call me Kal," the American said, moving forward with that easy confidence of his. He extended his hand, and when Hex took it, Kal held it just a fraction too long, his thumb brushing over Hex's knuckles. "I've heard great things about you. They say you're the best hacker in the business."
The flush on Hex's face deepened to a full blush. "I—well, I don't know about that. I just—"
"Don't be modest," Kal said, his voice dropping to that low, intimate tone I'd heard him use on Carlos. "I'm sure you're very... talented."
Jesus Christ. The guy was relentless.
"Let's focus on the mission," I said, more sharply than I intended. "What have you got for us, Hex?"
Hex seemed grateful for the interruption. He set his cases down on the large dining table and opened his laptop, his fingers flying over the keys. "Right. Yes. The mission." He pulled up a series of surveillance photos on the screen. "We've been monitoring Misha Volkov since he arrived in Monaco. He's staying at the Hotel de Paris—the penthouse suite, naturally."
The first photo showed Misha walking through the hotel lobby, looking just as beautiful as I remembered. That wavy golden hair, those plump lips, that perfect body in tight designer clothes. My cock twitched at the memory of him riding me, and I forced myself to focus.
"Our intelligence suggests he's trying to negotiate with his father," Hex continued. "Apparently, Misha wants to sell the USB drive for a significant sum—we're talking millions. But there's a complication."
He pulled up another set of photos, and I felt my breath catch.
The images showed Misha on a luxury yacht, the Monaco coastline visible in the background. But it wasn't Misha that made me stare—it was the man with him.
He was gorgeous. Around thirty-five, with dark wavy hair that fell just past his ears, olive skin that gleamed in the Mediterranean sun, and a body that was pure muscle. He wore only a pair of tight swim trunks that left nothing to the imagination, and I could see every ridge of his abs, every curve of his powerful chest, every bulge of his thick thighs.
"That's Emre Yilmaz," Hex said, his voice slightly strained. "Turkish tech billionaire. Made his fortune in cryptocurrency and now owns half the luxury real estate in Monaco. He's also, apparently, Misha's new... partner."
The next photo made my cock go from interested to rock-hard in seconds.
Misha was wearing a tiny blue speedo that barely covered his perfect bubble butt. He was bent over slightly, and Emre was behind him, one large hand gripping Misha's ass cheek, squeezing the firm muscle. Misha's head was thrown back, his mouth open in what was clearly a moan of pleasure.
"Fuck," Kal breathed beside me.
The photos got progressively more explicit. Emre oiling up Misha's back, his hands sliding down to grip that perfect ass. Misha straddling Emre's lap, their mouths locked together in a deep kiss. Emre's hand disappearing into the back of Misha's speedo, clearly groping him.
"They've been inseparable since Misha arrived," Hex said, and I noticed his voice had gone slightly husky. He cleared his throat. "We believe Emre is helping Misha negotiate with his father. Or possibly planning to cut Dmitri Volkov out entirely and keep the USB for himself."
"So Emre's our in," Kal said, his eyes still fixed on the photos. "We get to him, we get to the USB."
"Exactly," I said, my mind already working through the logistics. "Hex, can you track Misha's movements? We need him out of that penthouse."
"Already done," Hex said, pulling up another screen. "I've created a fake message from one of his father's associates. As far as Misha knows, he has a meeting at the Monte Carlo Casino in two hours. That should give you a window."
"Perfect." I looked at Kal. "You'll approach Emre at the casino bar. Play the rich American tourist, get him interested, keep him distracted."
"While you search the penthouse," Kal finished, that competitive gleam back in his eyes. "Think you can handle it solo?"
"I work better alone," I said, though after what had happened on the plane, I wasn't entirely sure that was true anymore.
Kal's smirk widened. "We'll see about that."
Hex was watching us with wide eyes, his gaze moving between us like he was watching a tennis match. "I'll, um, I'll set up the surveillance equipment," he said, his voice slightly breathless. "And get you both wired up."
"Actually," Kal said, moving closer to Hex, "I can't be wired. If Emre's as smart as you say, he might check for devices. Can't risk it."
"Right," Hex said, and I watched him swallow hard as Kal leaned in, ostensibly to look at the laptop screen but really just to get close. "That makes sense. Agent Wolfe will have an earpiece so I can guide him through the penthouse, but you'll be on your own."
"I'm sure I can handle it," Kal said, his voice low and intimate. "I'm very good at... improvising."
The flush on Hex's face was now a deep crimson, and I could see his hands trembling slightly as he typed. Christ, Kal was going to give the poor guy a heart attack.
"We should get changed," I said, more to save Hex than anything else. "We don't have much time."
Kal straightened up, that infuriating smirk still on his face. "Good idea." He reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion.
I'd seen him shirtless on the plane, of course, but somehow it was different now. Maybe it was the late afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows, or maybe it was the knowledge that we were about to go into a dangerous situation together, but I found myself staring.
His body was incredible. Broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist, abs that looked carved from stone, and those pecs—Jesus Christ, those pecs. They were massive, perfectly smooth, with small pink nipples that were already starting to harden in the cool air-conditioned suite. I could see the way they moved with each breath he took, the way the muscle shifted under his skin.
Kal caught me staring and his smirk widened. "Like what you see, Wolfe?"
"Just making sure you're in good enough shape for the mission," I said, but my voice came out rougher than I intended.
"Oh, I'm in excellent shape," Kal said. He brought his hands up to his chest and cupped his pecs, squeezing them together. Then, with a wink at both me and Hex, he flexed, making them bounce.
The movement was hypnotic. I watched those massive muscles jump and jiggle, watched the way they moved independently of each other, watched the way Kal's nipples hardened further with the stimulation. My cock was throbbing in my pants, and from the strangled sound Hex made, I wasn't the only one affected.
"Show-off," I muttered, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.
Kal bounced his pecs again, slower this time, really making them dance. "Just want to make sure I've got the right... assets for the job." He winked at Hex, who looked like he might pass out. "What do you think, Hex? Will these do?"
"I—yes—they're—" Hex stammered, his face now the color of a tomato. "Very impressive."
"Glad you approve," Kal said, finally dropping his hands. He turned to his bag and pulled out a pair of tight black pants and a silk shirt in deep blue. "This should do for the casino. What do you think, Wolfe? Slutty enough to catch a billionaire's attention?"
"You could wear a potato sack and catch attention," I said, pulling off my own shirt. I heard Hex's sharp intake of breath and felt a surge of satisfaction. Two could play at this game.
My shoulders were broader than Kal's, my arms thicker, my chest just as impressive even if it wasn't as smooth. Dark hair dusted across my pecs and down my abs.
When I looked up, both Kal and Hex were staring at me.
"Fuck," Kal breathed, and for once, that cocky smirk was gone, replaced by something that looked a lot like hunger.
For a moment, we just stood there, two alpha males sizing each other up, the sexual tension so thick I could taste it. Then Hex cleared his throat.
"I should, um, I should get the earpiece ready," he said, his voice slightly strangled.
I forced myself to look away from Kal and pulled on my tactical gear—all black, form-fitting, designed for stealth and mobility. Kal dressed in his seduction outfit, and I had to admit, he looked good. The silk shirt clung to his chest, the top three buttons left undone to show off those incredible pecs. The pants were tight enough to show off his ass and the impressive bulge at his crotch.
"Here," Hex said, holding out a small flesh-colored earpiece. His hand was shaking slightly as I took it, and when our fingers brushed, I felt him shiver. "This will let me communicate with you while you're in the penthouse. I'll be able to see what you see through the smart glasses I'm giving you, and I can guide you around any security systems."
"Thanks, Hex," I said, fitting the earpiece into my ear. It was so small and well-designed that I could barely feel it.
"And this," Hex said, handing me a pair of glasses that looked like regular designer frames, "has a built-in camera and heads-up display. I'll be able to see everything you see."
I put them on and immediately saw a faint overlay appear in my vision—a small map in the corner, a few status indicators. "Nice work."
"Thanks," Hex said, and the pride in his voice was unmistakable. Then he looked at Kal. "I wish I could give you something, but—"
"I'll be fine," Kal said, flashing him a smile. "I've got everything I need." He gestured to his body, and Hex's blush returned full force.
The sun was setting over Monaco as we prepared to leave, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I checked my weapons—a compact pistol with a silencer, a knife strapped to my thigh, a few other tools of the trade hidden in various pockets. Kal had no weapons, nothing that might give him away. He was going in armed with nothing but his charm and his body.
"Be careful," Hex said as we headed for the door. He was looking at Kal when he said it, and I felt an unexpected surge of something that might have been jealousy.
"Always am," Kal said with a wink.
We split up in the lobby. Kal headed for the main entrance of the Hotel de Paris, walking with that confident swagger that turned heads wherever he went. I went the opposite direction, circling around to the back of the building where the security was lighter.
"Can you hear me?" Hex's voice came through the earpiece, clear and slightly nervous.
"Loud and clear," I murmured, staying in the shadows.
"Good. Kal just entered the casino. I'm tracking him on the security feeds. He's... wow."
"Focus, Hex," I said, but I couldn't help smiling.
"Right. Sorry. Okay, you're going to want to scale the east wall. There's a balcony on the third floor that's not covered by cameras. From there, you can access the service stairs."
I looked up at the building. It was a sheer wall of white stone, but I'd climbed worse. I pulled on my gloves, checked that my gear was secure, and started climbing.
The stone was smooth but not impossible. I found handholds in the decorative molding, footholds in the window ledges. My muscles burned with the effort, but I'd trained for this. Within minutes, I was pulling myself over the railing of the third-floor balcony.
"Nice work," Hex said in my ear. "The door should be unlocked. I hacked the security system."
I tried the handle and it opened smoothly. I slipped inside, finding myself in a dimly lit service corridor. The penthouse was on the top floor, and I moved quickly and quietly through the building, avoiding the main elevators and sticking to the service areas where I was less likely to be seen.
"Kal's at the bar now," Hex said, and I heard something in his voice—a breathlessness that made my cock twitch. "He's... he's really good at this."
"What's he doing?" I asked, more out of curiosity than necessity.
"He's ordered a martini. And he's... oh God, he just unbuttoned another button on his shirt. His chest is... fuck, Dean, you can see so much of his pecs now."
I felt my cock throb at the image. "Stay focused, Hex."
"Right. Sorry. It's just... he's so hot. And Emre just sat down next to him. Oh fuck, they're talking."
I reached the top floor and paused outside the penthouse door. There were two guards stationed there, both looking bored. I couldn't take them out without raising an alarm, so I'd have to find another way in.
"Hex, I need a distraction," I murmured.
"On it." There was a pause, then I heard a loud alarm start blaring from somewhere down the hall. Both guards immediately moved to investigate, and I slipped past them and through the penthouse door before they could return.
The penthouse was massive—all marble and gold and floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the Monaco harbor. It was also dimly lit, with only a few lamps casting pools of warm light. I moved carefully through the space, my eyes adjusting to the darkness.
"Where should I start?" I whispered.
"Try the office," Hex said. "There's a room off the main living area that looks like it has a computer setup."
I found the office easily—a large room with a massive desk, multiple monitors, and enough tech to make Hex drool. I started searching, careful not to disturb anything, but I couldn't find the USB drive.
"Anything?" Hex asked.
"Not yet." I moved to the computer, thinking maybe I could find some clue about where Emre had hidden it. My hand brushed the mouse and the screen lit up, making me freeze.
But nothing happened. No alarm, no guards rushing in. I let out a breath and was about to start searching the computer when I noticed a video file on the desktop. The thumbnail showed Misha's face, and the filename was simply: "For Emre."
I shouldn't have clicked it. I knew I shouldn't have. But my hand was moving before my brain could stop it.
The video opened full-screen, and I felt my cock go instantly hard.
It was clearly filmed on the yacht I'd seen in the surveillance photos. The camera was shaky, handheld, and I could see Emre's thick fingers at the edge of the frame. The view was of Misha from behind, and he was wearing that tiny blue speedo that barely covered his perfect bubble butt.
"Enjoy the show, Emre," Misha's voice purred from the speakers.
Then Misha reached back and pulled the speedo to the side, exposing his smooth, pink hole. It was winking at the camera, clenching and unclenching, and I heard myself groan.
"You like that, baby?" Emre's voice came from behind the camera, deep and accented. "You like showing off that pretty pussy?"
"Mmm, yes," Misha moaned, and then he started twerking, making his bubble butt bounce and jiggle. His hole was still exposed, still winking, and I could see it was already slick with lube.
The camera shifted, and I saw Emre's other hand come into frame. He was pulling out his cock, and Jesus Christ, it was massive. Easily twelve inches, thick as my wrist, with a fat mushroom head that was already dripping precum.
Emre smacked his cock against Misha's ass cheeks, the sound loud and obscene. Once, twice, three times, each impact making Misha's ass jiggle. Then he was rubbing the head of his cock against Misha's hole, teasing it, pressing just slightly inside before pulling back.
"Please," Misha whimpered. "Please fuck me."
"You want this big Turkish cock?" Emre growled.
"Yes! Please, I need it!"
I watched, transfixed, as Emre lined up his massive cock and started pushing inside. Misha's hole stretched obscenely wide, and he let out a long, loud moan that went straight to my cock.
"Fuck, you're tight," Emre grunted. "Such a perfect little pussy."
He pushed in deeper, and I could see Misha's hole struggling to accommodate the massive intrusion. But slowly, inch by inch, Emre's cock disappeared inside him until his pelvis was pressed against Misha's ass.
"That's it," Emre groaned. "Take it all. Take every fucking inch."
Then he started moving, and the sounds that filled the office were absolutely obscene. Wet slapping, Misha's high-pitched moans, Emre's deep grunts. The camera was still shaky, but I could see everything—Misha's ass bouncing with each thrust, his hole stretched wide around Emre's cock, the way his whole body shook with pleasure.
"You're mine now," Emre was saying, his voice rough with lust. "I'm going to take you away from your father. Make you my personal fuck toy. Would you like that? Would you like to be my pretty little slut?"
"Yes!" Misha cried out. "Yes, please, make me yours!"
My hand had moved to my cock without me realizing it, and I was palming myself through my tactical pants, feeling how hard I was. This was wrong—I should turn off the video, I should focus on the mission—but I couldn't look away.
The door to the office suddenly opened, and I barely had time to slam the laptop shut and dive behind the desk before a guard entered.
"Hello?" the guard called out in French. "Is someone there?"
I held my breath, my heart pounding. The guard moved further into the room, his hand on his weapon. He was heading straight for the desk, and I knew I was about to be discovered.
I reached for my own gun, preparing to take him out silently, when—
"What the hell are you doing in here?" Emre's voice boomed from the doorway, and I froze.
The guard spun around. "Sir! I heard a noise—"
"So you just barged into my private office?" Emre's voice was cold with anger. "Get out. Now."
"But sir—"
"I said get out!"
The guard practically ran from the room, and I heard the front door of the penthouse open and close. I stayed perfectly still, barely breathing, as I heard footsteps approaching the office.
"Come on," Emre's voice said, but it was different now—warm, seductive. "Let me show you the place."
"I'd love that," another voice replied, and my blood ran cold.
It was Kal.
I heard them move past the office. I waited a few seconds, then carefully emerged from behind the desk and moved to the doorway. I could see them now—Emre leading Kal by the hand down a hallway and showing him different rooms with spectacular views.
Fuck. Kal had brought Emre back to the penthouse, and I was trapped here.
I moved quickly and quietly down the hallway, staying in the shadows. The master bedroom door was open, and I could see a massive bed, more floor-to-ceiling windows, and—most importantly—a large walk-in closet with slatted doors.
I slipped inside the closet just as Emre and Kal entered the bedroom. Through the slats, I had a perfect view of the bed.
Emre sat down on the edge of the mattress and started unbuttoning his shirt. His body was even more impressive in person than in the photos—broad shoulders, thick pecs, ridged abs, powerful thighs. When he pushed his pants down, his cock sprang free, and I felt my own cock throb in response.
Twelve inches. Maybe more. Thick and veiny and already rock-hard.
"Strip for me," Emre said, his voice a low command.
I watched as Kal slowly unbuttoned his silk shirt, revealing those massive smooth pecs inch by inch. When he shrugged it off, I heard Emre groan appreciatively. Then Kal was pushing his tight pants down, and I felt my eyes go wide.
He was wearing a black lace thong underneath. The tiny scrap of fabric did nothing to contain his cock, which was already hard and leaking, and it framed his ass perfectly, making his cheeks look even rounder and more perfect.
"Fuck," Emre breathed. "You're beautiful."
Kal hooked his thumbs in the thong and pulled it down, and I got my first full view of his ass. It was incredible—smooth, muscular, perfectly round. I wanted to grab it, squeeze it, spread it open and—
"On your knees," Emre commanded.
Kal dropped gracefully to his knees between Emre's spread legs, and I had a perfect view of his ass from behind. I could see the smooth curve of his cheeks, the way they met at the top of his thick thighs, the hint of his hole between them.
"You're just a dumb, sexy American tourist, aren't you?" Emre said, grabbing his cock and slapping it against Kal's face. "With these big, beautiful tits."
He smacked his cock against Kal's pecs, the heavy shaft making a loud slapping sound against the firm muscle. Kal moaned, and I watched as he brought his hands up to cup his own chest, pushing his pecs together around Emre's cock.
"Fuck yes," Emre groaned. "That's it. Fuck my cock with those big tits."
Kal started moving, sliding his pecs up and down Emre's shaft, and I could see the way his muscles flexed and moved. Emre's cock was so big that the head poked out from between Kal's pecs with each upward stroke, and Kal would lean down and lick it, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head.
My hand moved to my cock without conscious thought, and I was palming myself through my pants, feeling how hard I was. This was insane—I was hiding in a closet watching my partner give a titty-fuck to our target—but I couldn't look away.
"Agent Wolfe?" Hex's voice suddenly came through my earpiece, making me jump. "Do you have an update? I lost visual when you went into the office."
Shit. I'd forgotten about Hex.
I couldn't respond verbally without giving away my position, so instead, I reached up and activated the camera on my smart glasses. The feed would go directly to Hex's laptop.
There was a moment of silence, then I heard Hex's sharp intake of breath.
"Oh my God," he breathed. "Is that—is that Kal?"
On the bed, Emre had started thrusting, fucking Kal's pecs with hard, fast strokes. He was spitting on his own cock, making it slick and shiny, and the wet sounds filled the room. Kal was moaning, his eyes half-closed in pleasure, and I could see his own cock was rock-hard and leaking onto the floor.
"Fuck, that's hot," Hex moaned in my ear. "Look at his tits bounce. Look at how much cock he can take between them."
I was looking. I couldn't stop looking. My hand had moved inside my pants now, and I was stroking my cock slowly, trying to stay quiet.
Emre suddenly pulled back and stood up, his massive cock bobbing in front of him. "On the bed," he commanded. "On your back."
Kal obeyed, climbing onto the bed and lying back, his legs spread. From my angle, I could see everything—his smooth, toned body, his hard cock lying against his abs, his heavy balls, and between his legs, his smooth pink hole.
Emre knelt between Kal's legs and leaned down, and I watched as he dragged his tongue up the length of Kal's cock, from balls to tip. Kal moaned loudly, his back arching off the bed.
But Emre didn't stop there. He kept going, licking lower, and then his tongue was on Kal's hole.
"Fuck!" Kal cried out, his hands flying to his own pecs, groping and squeezing them.
Emre was eating him out with enthusiasm, his tongue swirling around Kal's hole before pushing inside. I could hear the wet sounds, could see the way Kal's hole clenched and relaxed, could see the way his cock was leaking steadily onto his abs.
"Oh God," Hex moaned in my ear, and I could hear wet sounds that told me he was jerking off. "That's so fucking hot. Look at him. Look at how much he's enjoying it."
I was looking. My hand was moving faster on my cock now, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
Then Kal's eyes opened, and he turned his head slightly, and our gazes locked.
His eyes went wide with shock, and I saw his mouth form my name. But then Emre's tongue pushed deeper inside him, and Kal's eyes rolled back, a loud moan escaping his lips.
He knew I was watching. And he was putting on a show.
Kal's hands moved to his pecs, and he started playing with them, squeezing and kneading the muscle, pinching his nipples. His hips were rolling, fucking himself on Emre's tongue, and the sounds he was making were absolutely obscene.
"Please," Kal whimpered. "Please fuck me. I need your cock."
Emre pulled back, his face shiny with spit and precum. "You want this big Turkish cock?"
"Yes! Please!"
Emre climbed on top of Kal, his massive body covering the American's smaller frame. He lined up his cock with Kal's hole and started pushing inside.
I watched Kal's face as he was penetrated—the way his mouth fell open, the way his eyes went wide, the way his whole body tensed and then relaxed as he adjusted to the massive intrusion. Emre was going slow, feeding his cock in inch by inch, and I could see Kal's hole stretching obscenely wide.
"Fuck, you're tight," Emre groaned. "Such a perfect pussy."
"Look at your cock," Hex suddenly said in my ear, his voice rough with arousal. "Look down, Dean."
I glanced down and saw that I'd pulled my cock out at some point. It was fully hard, easily eleven inches, thick and veiny and leaking steadily. My hand was wrapped around it, stroking slowly.
"Fuck, you're huge," Hex moaned. "I wish I could see you fuck Kal like that. I bet you'd make his tits bounce so good."
The image hit me like a freight train—me on top of Kal, my cock buried deep inside him, those massive pecs bouncing with each thrust. My cock throbbed in my hand, leaking more precum.
When I looked back up, Emre had bottomed out inside Kal, and he was starting to move. Slow, deep thrusts that made Kal's whole body shake. And his pecs—Jesus Christ, his pecs were bouncing with each impact, the heavy muscle jiggling obscenely.
"That's it," Emre grunted. "Take it. Take every fucking inch."
He leaned down and kissed Kal deeply, their tongues tangling, and I watched as he started fucking harder. The bed was creaking, the headboard hitting the wall, and Kal was moaning into Emre's mouth.
Then I saw it—a glint of light on the nightstand. Small, metallic, unmistakable.
The USB drive.
My cock twitched in my hand, and I had to force myself to focus. That was what we were here for. That was the mission.
But I couldn't stop watching.
Emre pulled out suddenly and flipped Kal over onto his hands and knees. From this angle, I had a perfect view of Kal's ass—round and smooth and perfect, with his hole red and swollen from the pounding.
"Look at that ass," Hex moaned in my ear. "Fuck, Dean, look at how perfect it is."
I was looking. I couldn't stop looking.
Emre lined up his cock and slammed back inside, and Kal let out a loud cry of pleasure. Then Emre was pounding him, hard and fast and brutal, and Kal's ass was bouncing and jiggling with each impact.
The sounds were incredible—wet slapping, Kal's high-pitched moans, Emre's deep grunts, the creak of the bed. I could see everything—the way Emre's cock stretched Kal's hole, the way Kal's ass rippled with each thrust, the way sweat was dripping down both their bodies.
"Fuck, I'm going to breed this pussy," Emre growled. "Fill you up with my cum. Make you mine."
"Yes!" Kal cried out. "Please! Breed me!"
Emre slammed in deep and ground his hips, and I saw Kal's hand move slightly. He was reaching for the nightstand, his fingers closing around the USB drive. Then, as Emre pulled back for another thrust, Kal tossed it.
The USB drive landed on the floor right by the closet door, and I felt a surge of admiration. Even while getting fucked senseless, Kal was thinking about the mission.
Emre grabbed Kal's hair and pulled him up, forcing his back to arch, and I got a full view of Kal's bouncing pecs. They were shiny with sweat, jiggling with each thrust, and I could see his nipples were hard and red from being played with.
"Fuck, I'm close," Hex moaned in my ear, and I could hear the wet sounds of him jerking off getting faster. "I'm gonna cum watching this."
I was close too. My hand was moving faster on my cock, and I could feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine. I was leaking so much precum that my hand was slick with it, and the wet sounds of my stroking were barely audible under the sounds of Emre fucking Kal.
"Fuck!" Emre suddenly roared, and I watched as he slammed in deep one last time. His whole body went rigid, and I could see his cock pulsing as he came, filling Kal with what must have been a massive load.
"Oh God," Hex moaned, and I heard him cry out as he came.
Kal was moaning too, and I saw his cock was spurting, painting the sheets beneath him with thick ropes of cum. His hole was clenching rhythmically around Emre's cock, milking every last drop.
They collapsed onto the bed, both breathing hard, and I was so close, so fucking close—
"Hey babe, I'm back!"
Misha's voice carried through the penthouse, and I watched Emre's eyes go wide with panic.
"Shit," he hissed, pulling out of Kal with a wet sound. He grabbed a robe from a nearby chair and threw it on. "Stay here. Don't make a sound."
He rushed out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him, and I heard him greeting Misha in the living room.
Kal slid off the bed and dropped to his knees, reaching for the USB drive. The closet door opened, and I was suddenly towering over him, my massive cock still in my hand, throbbing and leaking.
I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Fuck," I groaned, and then I was cumming.
Thick, hot ropes of cum shot from my cock, painting Kal's chest. I watched as my cum landed on those perfect pecs, coating them in white, dripping down the curves of the muscle. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life, and I couldn't stop—pulse after pulse, covering Kal's chest and abs and face.
Kal looked up at me with wide eyes, his mouth slightly open, and I saw him lick his lips, tasting my cum. His own cock was still hard, still leaking, and he looked absolutely debauched—covered in my cum, his hole still red and swollen, his hair messed up.
"We need to go," he whispered, grabbing the USB drive.
I heard footsteps approaching the bedroom, and we moved fast. Kal grabbed his clothes while I tucked my cock back into my pants, and we slipped out onto the balcony just as the bedroom door started to open.
The Monaco night air was cool on my overheated skin as we scaled down the side of the building, moving quickly and quietly. Behind us, I heard Misha's voice calling out, "Emre? Where did your friend go?"
But we were already gone, disappearing into the shadows with the USB drive safely in Kal's hand.
We didn't stop running until we were back at our hotel, bursting through the door of our suite. Hex looked up from his laptop, his face flushed and his hair messed up, and I knew he'd watched everything.
"Did you get it?" he asked breathlessly.
Kal held up the USB drive, a triumphant grin on his face. He was still covered in my cum, and he made no move to wipe it off.
"Mission accomplished," I said, and despite everything—the danger, the insanity, the complete unprofessionalism of what had just happened—I couldn't help but smile.
Kal looked at me, his eyes dark with something that might have been lust or admiration or both. "Told you we'd make great partners."
And fuck me, he was right.