“One of thereallyexpensive sex dolls,” I offer, for some reason, and I get alookin return.
“What iswrongwith you,” he mumbles, but then leans over and presses me into the bed with a kiss.
“Whatever it is, you like it,” I say, anchoring my hands in his hair. It gets a smile, against my lips.
“Yeah. I do,” he says. “Don’t ever fix it. Please, don’t ever fix it.”
He pulls back enough to lean a hand on my sternum—not hard, just enough that there’s solid pressure, the kind of command that’s half polite request—and opens the sex drawer with his other hand. I wait while he rummages, my heartbeat ticking up, heat winding through my belly.
“Here,” he finally says, and holds up the vibrator that lives here now. “Make yourself come.”
It’s blue, silicone, more or less phallic with a few extra bumps. Gideon’s bright red—I probably am, too—in the low light but holds my eyes as he hands it over. He swallows hard, worries his lip and his eyes skip from the vibrator to my face and then down my body in his slow, feral way, like a predator getting ready to feast.
I turn it on low and draw it down his arm, where he’s still leaning on me. He pulls it back and goes back to kneeling between my legs, eyes on me.
“What are you gonna do?” I ask, because I want to hear him say it.
“Watch,” Gideon says.
“That’s it?”
“For now,” he says, and takes a hand off his own thigh to put it on mine. So much for just watching. “I drove all that way and kept my eyes on the road. I want to see what I missed.”
He swallows.
“Please.”
I’ve done plenty, but I’ve never done this before; I’ve never been watched and scrutinized so hard it makes me feel like my skin is transparent. I’ve neverwantedit, but I do now, heat pounding through my veins. Gideon wants a show and he’s right about how greedy I am for him, how impatient. I wiggle my hips into a better position and brace my left hand against the headboard and slowly notch the vibrator between my legs.
The moment it brushes my clit I groan, because even though it’s on the lowest setting I’m so turned on I think anything could set me off. Gideon makes a noise in the back of his throat, small and desperate, and I pull the vibrator back a little.
Someone’s breathing hard and fast and ragged, and, oh, it’s me. I gather my wits and rub the vibrator’s tip in slow, slick circles around my clit and even that makes my toes curl a little.
“Does that feel good?” Gideon asks.
“Yeah,” I manage, and bite my lip. I go a little slower because I can feel his gaze on me like electricity, sparks everywhere he looks.
“Does it feel as good as planting it on your clit and coming already?” he asks, more than a hint of growl there.
Just for that, I dip the vibrator lower, tease it just inside my entrance. It also feels fucking good but I’m not gonna come this way.
“You don’t like this?” I say, and I’m trying to tease him but more than anything I just sound wrecked.
“I didn’t saythat,” Gideon says, and he’s got his knees spread wide with his shirt off and his pants on. I want him to touch me, but I don’t want to ask. I want him towant. “I said I wanted to watch you come since I missed the show earlier.”
I drag the vibrator up, a long oval around my clit. It brushes against it and I have to bite my lip.
“I came on your mouth earlier,” I point out, my eyes closed. Gideon slides one hand around my knee and pulls my leg up, onto his thigh, then leaves his hand there. I roll my hips mindlessly.
“I know. The view was nothing like this,” he says, and he sounds calm, but his breathing is ragged. “It’s unfair that I have to choose.”
“Such a struggle,” I gasp out, because I’m trying to stay in control and go slow but also there’s a vibrator near my clit and Gideon’s eyes on me, and I’m losing it pretty fast. “You poor thing.”
“Not at all,” he says, running his hand up my thigh, and I can’t help but arch my hips into his touch.
“Come on,” I whisper, unsure what I’m asking for. “Are you really just gonna watch?”
Gideon’s a mess, his hair tangled and wild, his lips parted, his face flushed all the way to his chest, one hand on my thigh and the other on his own, knuckles white.
