“Get this off,” he tells me, giving it another little tug when we pull back.
I raise an eyebrow, and Gideon almost smiles.
“Please?” he asks, voice all honey and grit.
It goes better than the last time he watched me take a sports bra off and he pulls me back in as soon as I’m stripped, hands smoothing down my back, and sucks a nipple into his mouth. Gideon’s good with his tongue, with histeeth,and soon I’m squirming on his lap, reaching behind myself to hold onto his thighs for balance, hips stuttering.
I open the button on his pants without thinking. His cock is even hotter than the rest of him, and when I stroke it, his head goes back and he bites his lip, eyes at half-mast, a cut-off groan dying in his throat. I put my other hand on his jaw and trace the lower line of his lip with one thumb.
“There’s no one around to hear you,” I tell him.
“Habit,” he grinds out. He’s already leaking precum and I slide my thumb across the head of his cock. Gideon shudders.
“Break it,” I say, and he moans again, louder this time. I kiss him on the corner of his mouth. “Good.”
“You make it easy.”
I don’t know what to say to that, so I kiss him again. I tighten my hand and there’s an answering grip on my thighs, pulling me in.
God, I want to fuck him. I want to see his face when he slides in and feel the power in his body as I ride him or he fucks me into a mattress, either one, I’m not picky. But if there are condoms around, I haven’t found them in my clandestine-but-thorough searching, and I’m pretty sure Gideon didn’t bring any to what he thought was his solo getaway.
I twist my hand and thumb the head of his cock again and it wrings another moan out of Gideon, still fully dressed with his dick out, and it makes him look filthy. Maybe I don’t get to fuck him yet, but I know what I want so I climb off the couch, get on my knees, and push his legs apart.
Gideon goes still and quiet, wide-eyed, almost deer-in-the headlights.
“Can I?” I ask, running the pad of my thumb along the underside of his shaft.
“Andi,” he says, and he sounds rough. “You don’t have to.”
It’s not the response I was expecting, and now I’ve gone still and quiet, except my hand is still around his dick.
“I know,” I finally say. “I’m volunteering.”
Great dirty talk, there.
Gideon leaks a little more, a bead of translucent white welling at the tip and sliding down the underside of his shaft. He swallows twice and glances from his leaking dick to my face and his expression is too complicated to read, but he finally nods.
“Yeah,” he says, and clears his throat. “Yes. God, please.”
I lean in and lick the droplet that slid down and then push my tongue into the slit. The noise that comes out of Gideon isobscene, a strangled gasp-growl that slides through me like lava. I push my lips over the head of cock, slowly, my hand still tight around the base. When I look up, he’s staring down at me with a flush on his cheekbones and his pupils blown in the dark, breathing like he’s just run a marathon, so I close my eyes, suck gently, and enjoy the way his gasp turns into a whimper by the end.
I pull off his dick with a wetpopthat’s loud on purpose in the small, quiet room and look up at Gideon again, my mouth half an inch away from his cock. He’s beautiful like this and I can’t help wanting to draw it out: the way he’s half wide-eyed and ready to beg, half coiled, pulsing power, all pleading and demanding and ready to lose his mind.
Gideon doesn’t say anything, but he reaches one hand down, cups my jaw, slides his thumb along my cheekbone in an echo of earlier, when he was the one on his knees. I tilt my head into his hand, eyes on his, and he swallows hard and moves his thumb until he’s caressing my bottom lip. When I flick my tongue against it I swear his cock twitches in my hand, and then Gideon presses down softly, opening my mouth, his own breathing going ragged.
It doesn’t take much for the head of his cock to touch my lips; the tiniest lift of his hips and he’s there, leaking against my lip, and there are no words but this is Gideon asking me for what he wants, telling me, so I open my mouth and take him down as far as I can.
He throws his head back so hard on a moan that he hits it against the wall behind him, but he doesn’t seem to notice so I keep going, sucking and licking and stroking with my fist around him. I can’t swallow him but after a bit every time he hits the back of my mouth he swears, and God, it’s good: Gideon louder and louder, losing control, letting himself get lost. He keeps one hand gentle on the side of my face, like he needs to feel me, the other clutching the back of the couch. His hips move in desperate little twitches and my own thighs are clamped together like it’ll do anything about how turned on I am. For half a second I try touching my clit, but I’m nowhere near coordinated enough.
“Andi,” he whispers, rough and choked-off, a little while later, and I push my mouth down onto his cock and look up. He’s wide-eyed and open-mouthed and flushed. His cock twitches and Gideon makes a broken whimper, and I pull off just in time for him to come on my neck in a hot rush.
I stroke him through it and now he’s fully gone, thrusting up into my hand with his head thrown back, moans echoing from the ceiling. Neither of us stops until he’s going soft and suddenly flinches when I stroke him again, so I take my hand off and sit back on my heels, trying to be subtle about looking around for something to wipe myself off with. That wasn’t exactly my plan, but I also didn’t exactlyhavea plan, so this was as good as anything. At least my hair was pulled back.
“God,” he finally says when he unclenches his fist from the couch and opens his eyes to look down at me. “Jesus.”
Then his eyes fix somewhere around my collarbone and go a little wider.
“Oh,” Gideon says, and his face doessomething, and he inhales sharply, and all that is very, very interesting. “Shit. I’m sorry. Um—”
