Gideon was jacked, tattooed, and, as I’d suspected, blessed in the dick department. I’d hate to run into him in a dark alley, which meant I was hard as a fucking rock.
And hyper-aware of my pale, soft body.
When his hands landed on my love handles, I shrank from him, wrapping my undefined arms around myself.
“Uh-uh.” He shook his head then reached for my hand to draw my arm out of the fold. “I fucking love every fucking inch of this. Let me see you.”
I let my arms fall open and grimaced.
Gideon leaned in, his whisper in the basement. “Fuck, I love a soft boy. Belly, hips, ass…all fucking delicious.”
His hands landed on each place as he listed them. There was no mistaking the hunger in his eyes.
“Yeah?” I asked, suddenly breathless.
“Yeah,” Gideon responded, his eyes devouring me. “And you’ve got a pretty cock too.”
He reached out to touch the tip, and I inhaled sharply as he rolled the head between his thick thumb and forefinger.
“I need you on the bed,” he commanded, pushing me backward.
I clambered over to his pillows, bringing my hands behind my head in a cocky, self-assured pose.
“Beautiful.”
Gideon was still looking at me like he meant it as he crawled forward, hovering over me.
“I promise I don’t break,” I said, yanking him down on top of me. “I love the way you feel against me.”
“If it gets to be too much, let me know,” he responded, diving in for another kiss.
Our bodies, so hot against one another, fit perfectly. Gideon adjusted a little and…God.
“Your dick is perfection,” I moaned as he slid it alongside mine.
We were hard, dripping, and completely in the moment. Gideon enveloped me, and every damn thing about him was both rough and tender. I stroked us together, reveling in his deep belly moan.
“You keep doing that, and I’m gonna come all over you.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I said, biting his lip as I stroke him again.
“I…I need inside of you,” he begged. Pulling away, his cock was hard and twitching. A thin line of his precum dripped onto my belly.
Out of words, I drew my knees back, silently telling him that I needed him inside me, too.
“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, falling between my thighs to suck my balls and lick at the no man’s land.
“Shit…shit, shit. NowI’mthe one who’s gonna come,” I whined.
Pulling away, he dipped into his bedside drawer and shuffled things around until he pulled out a condom and a packet of lube. He suited up, slicked himself down, then swirled his slippery fingers around my hole.
He raised a brow, and I dipped my chin, needing it.
Snarling in concentration, he pushed his thick middle finger inside me and, fuck, that was a pretty sensation. I started naming our kids in my head until he hit that—oh fuck—happy nerve cluster.
I arched off the bed, whimpering like a pained animal as he added a second finger.
He stopped. “Too much?”
