“Just because you feel no pain, Penn, doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt. I won’t risk injuring you.”
I pressed my finger to his hole and pushed inside.
“Damn.” He sighed.
“See, you’d miss all this if I’d just have given you my dick.”
He opened his mouth to say something facetious, but I rubbed his prostate and he arched into me. Soon I added two, then three fingers, pumping and loving how undone he was beneath me.
“Gideon, I need your cock!”
I chuckled and removed my fingers, grabbed the condom, and rolled it onto my rigid dick. I wasn’t going to last long once I was inside him; I knew I’d have to do my best to make it last. I poured lube on my sheathed cock and lined it up.
“Ready?”
“Fucking get in me, Gideon!”
I fucked into him until my hips hit his ass, and then I froze.Fuck, he’s tight. I wasn’t going to make it.
“Open your eyes, Gid.” I hadn’t realized I’d closed them, and when they opened, his expression was lascivious. “Kiss me.”
I crashed my lips against his, my tongue plunging into his mouth, and my hips began to move. Fucking hell, the man made me feral.
I broke the kiss to sit up a little, spread his legs more, and hammered into him. His neck was exposed, and I wrapped my hand around it.
“This what you want?” I growled, pumping inside him, squeezing lightly over his pulse.
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
“Come, Penn. Show me how much you love my cock.” With my other hand, I started jacking his dick and with a shout, he covered my chest and hand with his come.
A few more pumps and I was filling the condom and trying not to black out from the most powerful orgasm I’d had in my entire life.
I managed to pull out, tie off the condom, and toss it into the basket beside the bed, but that was all my body was letting me do right now.
After a minute, Penn released a breathy laugh. “That was fucking amazing.”
I turned my head to look at him. He had a bright smile on his face, and it was as if he hadn’t a care in the world.What it must be like to have no fear.
“I need another shower, care to join me?”
He glanced over and nodded. I helped him up, and on wobbly legs we walked into my en suite.
An hour later,because we couldn’t shower without giving each other blowjobs, we were under my covers, Penn’s head on my chest, enjoying the silence.
His fingers rubbed along the hair there, and I might have dozed if Penn hadn’t chosen that moment to speak.
“How’d your wife die?”
Wow, that’s a mood killer.I cleared my throat, readying myself for the conversation. “Pulmonary embolism.”
“Jesus. Sudden.”
“It was. She’d said she was having some headaches but nothing too bad, so we thought nothing of it. Then one day she was in the yard with Owen—he was three at the time. Loved running, always so much energy. So, Ella was out there with him, chasing him. I remember hearing his giggles as I was helping Olivia wash paint from her hands.
“Suddenly his laughter turned to crying. I raced outside, and she was on the ground, Owen beside her. He was just saying ‘Mama’ and rubbing her hair.” I swallowed down the heartache as I remembered.
“I’m so sorry, Gideon. That must have been horrible.”
