But he did no such thing. Instead, he used his hand down my pants to pull me forward so my cock was riding his. I cried out when he swatted my hand away and wrapped his thick fingers around both of us at the same time. With him controlling our lower bodies and me taking over his mouth and using it any and every way I wanted, we chased our orgasms like our very lives depended on it.
I cried out into his mouth when I came. It was hard and fast and painfully gorgeous. My whole body shook as I shot one load after another. "Fuck," I groaned as I ground my hips against Gideon's. His hand continued to work me as he worked himself, so when he came, my own body jerked with a violent aftershock. The sensation of Gideon's release dripping over my crown had me crashing my mouth back down on Gideon's. I kissed him for all I was worth because I knew at that point, I couldn't have come up with the right words to explain what I was feeling anyway.
By the time both of us had calmed, each reveling in our releases, we were softly kissing and touching each other. Between the cooling semen and the wet spaghetti sauce, I felt like an absolute mess, but I had no desire to leave the cage of his arms as they held me pressed against his chest. But I knew we couldn't stay like that forever.
"So dinner was good?" Gideon asked. The humor in his voice had me smiling against his mouth.
"It was adequate," I said.
"I guess I'll just need to keep working on it."
I murmured my agreement and kissed him softly before attempting to climb off his lap. But to my surprise, Gideon tightened his grip on me. "You have somewhere else you need to be?" he asked.
"I was just going to go to your bathroom and clean up."
"Well, since I only have the one bathroom, I guess we'll just need to figure out a way to share." Before I could respond, Gideon suddenly stood up, taking me with him. I let out a little cry of surprise, but my ass didn't hit the floor like I was expecting. When I realized Gideon wasn't going to put me down, I wrapped my legs around him.
"I can walk," I reminded him even as I lowered my head and brushed my mouth over his.
Gideon let out a curse, but I wasn't sure if it was because of my kiss or because he bumped into something, probably one of the chairs around the table.
"Uh-huh," Gideon agreed, but he didn't put me down. I kept right on kissing him.
"What about the mess?" I asked.
Gideon stopped his forward movement, then turned and went a different direction. "Reach down and open the door," he said. I didn't question him. I just did what he said. As soon as the door was open, Gideon yelled, "Brewer!" About ten seconds later there was the obvious sound of nails on linoleum. Then I heard the door shut. "Problem solved," Gideon said and then his mouth was seeking mine out again.
It took a long time to get to the bathroom, but I most certainly wasn't complaining. I honestly didn't know how the man could carry me that far. When Gideon put me down, I wasn't one hundred percent sure which room we were in until Gideon turned the shower on. He’d said we would share, but now that we were here, I couldn't help but be nervous. I wondered if he was too. If anything, this would be stranger for him than for me.
"Are you okay with this?" I asked.
"Lex, I don't think I can even come up with the words to tell you how very okay I am with this."
And then he was reaching for the hem of my shirt.
Chapter Sixteen
Gideon
Three ridiculously hot sexual encounters in the span of less than an hour.
While I was admittedly still dealing with the fact that those encounters had been with a man, the most stunning part was that I'd actually been able to get it up that many times. Granted, the final time in the shower had included a considerably longer period of foreplay, but when I'd pressed Lex against the shower wall so his back had been aligned with the smooth tile and proceeded to rub our stiff dicks together as I'd made love to his mouth, I'd come equally as hard as I had the first two times.
Even now as I got dressed, my legs felt like noodles. I had no idea what to expect next or what the proper etiquette was. I just hadn't had enough experience dating when I'd been younger to have the answers to all the questions that were in my head.
Was I supposed to ask him to stay? If I took him home, would it be outside the bounds of whatever we had going on here for me to ask if I could stay with him? I knew I wasn't ready for more than what we’d done so far, but I also wasn't ready to let him go. But with so much stuff running through my head, I wasn't sure he'd want to be around me.
I ended up sitting down on my bed for a moment as I tried to collect my thoughts. Lex was still in the bathroom. After we’d stumbled out of the shower, I'd left him there so I could get the clothes of his that I'd been hanging on to since the day I’d brought him to my house after he'd injected too much insulin. I’d then mumbled an excuse about going to my own room to change.
I knew he and I needed to talk, but I was afraid if I got close to him again, all I’d do was pull him into my arms and have another go at him. He’d become like a drug to me and I didn't know if I wanted to be a very happy addict or if I should be trying to kick him to the curb before he got too deep into my blood.
I didn’t allow myself to sit there long because I knew Lex would be finishing up in the bathroom soon enough. I’d already pulled on a clean pair of jeans and T-shirt, so I grabbed a pair of socks from my dresser and headed to the bathroom. Only, I found Lex sitting on the living room couch instead. Brewer was leaning against him getting a head rub. This time, I wasn't jealous of my dog because who could blame him? Lex's touch was an amazing thing.
"Gideon?" Lex asked.
"Yeah, I'm here," I said as I stepped farther into the room. The clothes Lex had worn to my house, the ones I'd stripped off him in the bathroom piece by piece as I’d taken in his gorgeous body, were sitting neatly folded on the couch next to him. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to offer to wash them or not.
Lex was rubbing his hands together, but he had his eyes aimed in my general direction. "Will you come sit down?" he asked.
His voice had a certain level of tension to it. The same amount of tension I was feeling myself. "Yeah," I responded and then I went and sat on the coffee table in front of him. I knew I probably could've selected the couch next to him or one of the side chairs, but I knew it would be easier for Lex to find me if I was directly in his line of sight. He wouldn't be able to see me, of course, except for maybe my outline, but it would most certainly be easier for him to tell where my voice was coming from.
"I'm not sure what to do next," Lex admitted.
"Me neither."
"I have questions, Gideon. You don't have to answer them—"
"I'll try. I have questions too."
Lex nodded and said, "You first."
"After we went to the store, you shut down. What happened?" I asked. "Because I'll be honest, Lex. My ex would do the same thing and then she’d turn on me out of nowhere and no matter what happens between you and me, I just can't go through that again."
Lex nodded and said, "I was jealous. I can't pretend I was anything else. When Kenny told me aisle seven was where the condoms were and Merv said he’d heard you were looking at them, all I could think about was you buying those condoms and using them with someone…"