“Gideon. Sir.” The words tumble without thought, and even though he should punish me for calling his name in a scene, he’s lost in the pleasure I’m currently coming to terms with. It’s as if I’m flying.
“You’re so fucking tight, little one,” Gideon growls in my ear as he fucks me hard. His movements not only owning me, they’re breaking down barriers I had built up years ago. His body fits in mine as if it were made to be inside me.
His hands cup my face, but even though his mouth crashes to mine, stealing my lips, thieving my whimpers and moans, he’s not at all making love to me. This is a fuck—pure, animalistic, and feral. He’s a hunter, who’s caught his prey, and I’m willingly sacrificing myself for the pleasure he’s bestowing on my body.
His one hand drops between us, circling my clit, sending jolts of ecstasy through me as he taunts me. My toes curl as his cock hits deep inside me, and soon, I’m arching against him, begging for release.
“Come. Hard.” His order sends me over the edge as he pins me to the mattress. And I’m completely, utterly owned by this man as my orgasm rocks me to the core. Seconds later, Gideon joins me as his cock thickens with pulses of release.
We don’t speak.
We can’t.
And I know I’m already in too deep.
Chapter 12
Gideon
One week later
We’re lounging on the sofa in her apartment, and I notice Clover reading on her Kindle, but I haven’t asked what she’s so engrossed in. The smile on my face hasn’t left since I first saw her in Temptation, and being in her home with her feels natural.
“You know,” she says, setting the device beside her and meeting my stare, “I’d like us to…” her words taper off into the quiet of the room, and her cheeks turn pink with embarrassment. It’s endearing. I enjoy seeing her out of her comfort zone.
“What’s wrong, little one?”
“We haven’t had like, vanilla sex yet,” she tells me, her lips pursing into a pout that makes me chuckle.
“I have to correct you there, little one,” I respond with a grin. “We haven’t made love yet.” Even as I tell her that, my cock thickens with the thought of sliding inside her body.
“Then you better fix that,” Clover quips, her smile lighting up her face, which only makes me want to steal it and kiss her. But before I do that, I run my hands over her shoulders, down to her ass, gripping her cheeks and pulling her against me. I rise, lifting her along with me, making her wrap her legs around my waist, and I gesture with my chin.
“Bedroom?”
“Down the hall, last door on your left.” I follow her directions, and soon enough, we’re in a softly muted tone room—whites, cream, and soft pink. Setting her on the bed, I step back and unbutton my shirt slowly. Her gaze is locked on my movements, and I notice how she squirms when I shrug off the material, allowing it to fall to the floor behind me.
Next to go are my slacks, then my shoes. Socks are last. The only item I leave on are my boxer briefs. Dropping to my knees, I grip Clover’s thighs and spread them wide. She’s wearing a dress, so it’s easy to watch the hemline shift up her thighs.
Soon enough, I have a view of her pink panties. They’re silky, but they’re also sheer, which offers a view of her pussy that’s already soaked. The spot on the gusset of the material makes my cock throb against my zipper.
“Is my little one wet and needy?” I question from the floor, taking in her flushed cheeks.
“Yes, Sir.” Two words that test my restraint.
“I don’t know how gentle I can be with you whimpering like that,” I warn her when I allow my thumbs to caress her soft skin. Slowly, I move my hands higher until my fingers find her core, warm and slick. She moves against me, her hips lifting to meet my ministrations, and her hands fly up to my shoulders, holding on to me as if I were her lifeline.
“Please, oh God, please,” Clover whispers, a soft mewl tumbling from her lips as she rides out her pleasure on my fingers as I dip them past her panties and into her tight body.
Her walls convulse around both digits, and her juices drip from her pussy as I continue finger fucking her until she’s crying out my name, which only seems to bounce off the walls and surround us in a chorus of euphoria.
I don’t stop, even though I know she’s coming down from the high. I move my fingers deeper, faster. Her eyes are wide on me now, her mouth forming a perfect O as she shudders in my arms. She’s close to a second orgasm when I lean in and suckle the smooth skin of her neck into my mouth.
Her sweet scented flesh is delicious, like candy, and I lick the spot, before biting down and tugging it between my teeth, suckling harder, hoping I mark her as mine with just that single action.
“Please, p-please, Gideon, oh fuck,” she hisses as I crook my fingers, pressing against the spot that I know will send her over the edge. And seconds later, I’m gifted with another shattering release as she digs her nails into my shoulders, and her body detonates around my fingers.
I slow down, calming the movement of my hand, and gently pull out of her drenched cunt. It’s shimmering with her orgasm, with the juices of her pleasure, and I lean in to lap it up. I don’t move fast, because I want to savor her like a fine wine. Drink her up like the most expensive alcohol. She’s a drug to me, addictive and all-consuming.
Her flavor bursts on my tongue, and I have to close my eyes and focus to keep from coming in my boxers. It would be easy to let go and pin her down and take her, but I need it to be special. I want her to remember every second of tonight.
When I look up at her, I notice she’s come down from the high, and that’s when I move backward, wanting to see her blooming rosy cheeks and her pouty parted lips. She’s watching me with affection and need.
“Ready for me, little one?” I question with a smile as I rise and watch her. When our tests came back negative, and we were safe to do this without protection, I knew I couldn’t wait for too long.
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbles softly.
“And you remembered your pill?” I ask, and her cheeks turn into a pinkish hue that has me throbbing once more.
“I did, Sir.”
Keeping my hands behind my back, I tell her, “Then take off my underwear and take what’s yours.” I’m offering her the control, for now, and when she’s ready, I’ll take over. Her hands come up to the waistband of my boxers, and she tugs them down my legs, and I step out of them.
My cock is hard, jutting out toward her, and I watch in awe as her pouty lips wrap around the crown, and she slowly swallows me until I hit the back of her throat. A soft murmur vibrates through the shaft, and I have to bite my lip to keep from grabbing her and slamming into her deeper. She holds my thighs, keeping control of me as she bops her head back and forth.
“Fuck,” I hiss the word when she flicks the tip of her tongue against the underside of my cock. Electricity shoots through every nerve in my body, and it feels as if I’m a live wire about to crack and burst.
Clover moves back onto the mattress. Her legs are spread for me, allowing me to settle between her thighs. The heat of her pussy is right on my dick, causing it to throb.