"Lex," I whispered. His mouth searched out mine and he kissed me soundly. I ended up following him when he pulled his mouth away. He smiled against my lips.
"Gideon, if I do something you don't like—"
"You won't," I declared before I dragged him forward and kissed him hard. He returned my kisses, but then his fingers tightened in my hair so he could ease my head back enough to get my attention.
"Please, Gideon, I have to know that if I do something that you don't like, you’ll stop me."
There was so much worry in his voice that I knew it was really important to him, so I quickly nodded. "I'll tell you," I agreed.
Lex let out a little sigh of relief and then he kissed me again. But his mouth didn't stay on mine for long. It trailed down my jawline, then over my throat. His hands slid down my hips and over the fronts of my thighs. I willed him to touch me where I needed it most, but he seemed to enjoy teasing me.
When I growled his name, I heard him laugh softly, but then his fingers closed over my cock. Even with my jeans separating his hand from my skin, the contact had me moaning deep in my throat. Lex rubbed his hand up and down my shaft as he continued to torture my chest with soft bites followed by gentle licks. No longer content to leave my hands at my sides, I reached for Lex's shirt and practically dragged it off his body. It forced him to stop kissing me, but his hand kept up the caresses.
I dragged Lex forward and took his mouth in the hopes of relieving some of the pressure that was building within me. Lex eagerly kissed me back. He stopped rubbing me through my pants long enough to work the button and zipper free. I expected him to reach into my pants and play with me some more, but he caught me off guard when he suddenly dropped to his knees, using his hands to take my pants down in the process. My heavy cock bounced up and down as it was released from the confines of my underwear. I looked down just in time to see Lex's mouth land on the spot between my thigh and the base of my shaft. "Oh, Jesus," I cried out at the sensation of his hot lips on my sensitive skin.
I didn't have time to dwell on how close he was to my painfully hard cock because in the next instant, his lips closed around my crown. This time when I cried out, nothing I said made sense. Even though I'd told myself that I'd take this whole thing slow, Lex's mouth felt so damn good that it was impossible to do that. I threw my head back and threaded my fingers through his dark hair to hold him in place as I shoved my dick deeper into his mouth and ultimately down his throat. I felt instantly bad when Lex gagged, but when I tried to pull back, Lex's hands closed over my ass and gripped me hard. This time, he was the one pushing forward until he was gagging on my flesh. The sound shouldn't have turned me on, but it did.
Then I looked down.
And my entire world went haywire. Because the sight of Lex's mouth wrapped around my cock, his nose pressed against my groin and his stormy gray eyes looking up at me, caused the pressure in my balls to explode and then I was shooting down his throat. I didn't have time to regret the orgasm as it consumed me. My eyes were fixated on Lex as I pumped my release into the lushness of his mouth. He swallowed over and over as he attempted to consume every drop that I fed him, but he couldn't keep up and soon thick lines of cum were seeping from the corners of his mouth.
The sight had my orgasm going on and on for what seemed like an eternity and by the time it ended, I could no longer stand. Lex had no choice but to release me as I practically fell onto the bed. I managed to stay sitting upright at least, but my limbs felt like jelly as I rode the high of the prolonged release. Lex was still on his knees before me. His cheeks were bright red and his lips were glistening with my juices. He was still swallowing repeatedly. The thought that he was continuing to take in every bit of me that he could left me feeling frighteningly possessive. I’d gone into this thing trying not to think about the future, but as I watched my lover discreetly lick his lips as if embarrassed about needing to keep tasting me, all I could think was that he was mine.
Absolutely and completely mine.
Chapter Twenty-One
Lex
The very last thing I expected Gideon to do was to reach down and pull me onto his lap and then cover my mouth with his. I couldn't even remember one guy that I'd been with who'd kissed me after they’d come in my mouth. Most had been disgusted by the idea of tasting themselves but with the way Gideon was going to town on my mouth as he kissed me, he clearly had no such inclinations.
"You're definitely going to need to teach me how to do that," Gideon said against my mouth.
"I think if you can do that to yourself, it kind of makes me unnecessary," I responded without really thinking about my words. When I realized how now might not be the best time to be making a joke, I wished there was some way to call the words back.
But Gideon surprised me yet again by lifting me enough that he could toss me onto my back on the bed. As his weight came down on top of me and his mouth covered mine, he breathed, "Brat," before kissing me hard. The idea that I could joke around with him eased some of the pressure in my chest. In the past, I hadn't always said the right things in bed and whoever I'd been with, Grady especially, had made their displeasure clear. I'd gotten so nervous about saying the wrong thing that I'd stopped speaking at all during sexual encounters. But I sensed that it wouldn't be a problem with Gideon.
When Gideon next broke the kiss, I could feel his eyes on me. "You're incredible," he said simply. With any other guy, it would have sounded like empty flattery, but when Gideon said it, I felt it everywhere. I knew in my bones that he meant it and I wanted so badly to believe that he wasn't just talking about my skills when it came to oral sex.
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him that I loved him, but then I remembered that we weren't there. That it was a place we’d probably never be able to get to. Everything that was happening was merely a result of the Fisher Cove bubble effect.
"You make it easy to be," I ended up responding. It was the truth. When I was with Gideon, I didn't find myself questioning how to please him. He was so genuine in his reactions that I didn't have to worry about whether he was faking it or not like Grady apparently had been for our entire relationship.
Since I'd made Gideon come, I’d just assumed our lovemaking session was over, so I was surprised when he began pressing kisses against my throat and then over my collarbone. "Gideon, you don't have to…"
Gideon paused and I instantly got nervous. The whole talking when I shouldn't thing came back into play and I wished I’d just kept my mouth shut. But at the same time, it would've killed me to have Gideon reciprocate out of sheer obligation.
"Don't have to what?" Gideon asked. His voice held that familiar tone like he already knew the answer to his own question.
"Nothing," I mumbled. "Sorry."
The longer Gideon didn't speak or move, the more nervous I got. And the more nervous I got, the more I felt the need to flee. I was in the process of trying to discreetly shift my body out from underneath his when he said, "Lex—"
That was all it took to set me off. Just him saying my name a certain way. I wasn't even upset with him; I was mad at myself. Mad for screwing up something that had otherwise been so perfect.