Chapter 38
The second the elevator doors closed, it was on.
Gideon’s hands slipped under my sweater, squeezing my waist. Pushing my back into the glass wall, his tongue tangled into mine.
The sound of each floor passing and the smell of him consumed me, making me feel like a bomb ready to explode.
With the final ping, he bent down, tossing me over his shoulder.
“Put me down!” I yell, laughing louder than I have in a long time. It startled me in the best way, and I don’t want him to put me down. He takes us straight into the bedroom, tossing me on the bed.
Unzipping his jacket, he says, “I’m going to worship you.
” His eyes darken as he takes off his sweater.
Propped on my elbows, I watch him undress.
In just a T-shirt and jeans, I stare at the veins on his arms and his strong chest and abs, which are only emphasized by his white shirt. I need this man so fucking badly.
Gideon unbuckles his belt, growling, “We’ll play with this later.
” He arches a brow as he kicks off his shoes.
Crawling on top of me, he asks softly, “Do you know how much agony I’ve been in since meeting you?
” The whisper sends my heart rate into overdrive, and his tongue begins trailing down my neck. “You’ve been torturing me.”
“You’ve been torturing me.” I breathe as his lips slam into mine.
“Your giggles, your body … everything about you,” he says between kisses.
He playfully bites my collarbone, then leans back, taking me in. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him back for a deep kiss. His hands slide under my sweater and begin slowly pulling it off.
“Another sexy bra,” he says with satisfaction, kissing the skin along the edge.
“I’m very into sexy garments for sexy time,” I flirt, but cringe at how cheesy that was. How could I not wear fuck-me lingerie when I knew today was the day? The strappy bondage inspired push-up bra fits the bill perfectly.
“Jeans,” he growls. Trailing his finger underneath the top of the denim, he toys with me. Not attempting to unbutton them.
“Rip them off me,” I beg.
With how fast he pulled them off me, that was nearly a literal interpretation.
“Damn,” he breathes, seeing the sheer, netted, cheeky panties with coordinating straps hugging my hips.
He bites my inner thigh before taking the material of my panty into his mouth. Gideon pulls it, and I lift my hips. He drags it in his teeth all the way down past my knees, then over my ankles. I giggle, knowing exactly how wet my panties are.
Inhaling the lingerie, he smirks. “I fucking love your smell.” He dangerously grumbles, then slides out of bed, walking over to his duffel bag. Unzipping it, he reveals a box of condoms and sets it on the nightstand.
“I haven’t been able to focus all week,” he says, running his hand up my bare leg. “This moment has been all I could think about.”
“An entire box …”
“I’m ready to go all night.”
“Why do you need a condom, Mr. Vasectomy?”
“I only fuck girlfriends without.”
Girlfriend. The word gives me pause. I’m not ready to be anyone’s girlfriend. “Destroy this body,” I demand.
“Am I the only one you want?”
“Yes,” I say without hesitation.
“Good girl,” he grumbles. “Do you like it rough?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I playfully say.
He smirks. “Not tonight, brat. I want you to be yourself right now. Let’s commit to those characters another time.”
I nod.
“If it’s too much …” He cups my face. “Call me Stone.”
Nervous, aching, and heart fucking racing, I begin unbuttoning his pants.
Gideon removes what’s left of his clothes until he’s naked and standing next to the bed, looking at me.
It’s a look like he is going to devour me.
He grabs for a condom, and I can’t help but wet my lips at the sight of his hard, thick cock. He’s going to break me.
“You’re mine.” He opens the wrapper and slides the condom on. “You’ve had me since we met.” My breath catches as his lips hover over mine.
His mouth starts to nip and lick down my side. Pushing me onto my stomach, he bites my ass, and his hands run all over me.
“I could explore this body forever,” he grumbles and lightly spanks me before taking a mouthful of my other cheek.
It hurts so good, and a new desire washes over me. I want his bite mark to be a bruise.
“I want that bruise,” I beg.
“What?”
“Your bite … I want your bite as a bruise to look at next week.” He bites my cheek like he is going to break the skin. I nearly yelp, but don’t stop him.
“Mine.” His finger traces over the sore skin, then he flips me over.
Slowly kissing up my leg until he reaches my hip bone, he whispers, “You’re going to come so many times tonight.” Gideon’s lips trail to the top of me before licking my clit.
“You spoil me,” I pant, beyond ready for this moment.
He slams two fingers deep inside, and I flinch with excitement. “I want to be the best you’ve ever had.”
I tangle my fingers into his hair as he licks and sucks. Keeping his face close to my sensitive areas, I moan and cry out. The anticipation of him has had me on edge the entire day. Well, since every time he’s made a move. From the construction site to the bathroom, he makes me reckless.
While he’s barely touched me today, I’m already about to explode. His tongue and fingers have me right here, ready for my first orgasm.
“Come for me, baby,” he says, and I come on demand. His tongue stays inside me, feeling the quakes. “Ready?”
“It’s about damn time.”
“Don’t test me, brat.” His tone and eyes are both playful and heated. It takes all my restraint not to be snarky and see what happens.
He slowly guides himself into me, fitting every thick inch of him. Fuck, this is the thickest cock I’ve ever had.
“I’m going to fuck you until you pass out,” he growls, placing my leg over his shoulder. “I love your body.” He slowly pumps, stretching me to fit him. Cupping my breast, he plows deep with a hard thrust that moves me closer to the bedframe.
“You’re so tight for me.” He squeezes my hips with his strong hands. Picking up the pace, he breathes. “I could do this forever.”
“Gideon,” I cry out, screaming his name as the thrusts bring a wave of pleasure throughout my body. He’s already bringing me to another orgasm. I can barely believe it myself.
“I feel it,” he says, satisfied. “You’re close.”
He lifts my hips off the bed and stuffs two pillows under me, stacking them. Elevated, he slows his rhythm, and I feel his cock in a new way.
“Are you sure you want a daddy?” he asks.
“I think you want to be in control. To take charge and command me. I can be versatile.” He kisses my neck, then bites it.
“I can be rough … I can be tender … I will give you everything you’ve ever wanted, but first, I want to hear you scream.
” He leans down, placing his lips on my ear. “Tell me, who gets to touch this body?”
“You.”
“Only me.”
“Only you. Fuck …”
“Come for me,” he growls, thrusting faster. I convulse into my orgasm. Seconds later, his cock throbs inside of me.
“I’m obsessed with you,” he says, breathless.
Pulling out and flopping on his back, he says, “That was a great fucking workout.” I lie next to him, blissed out yet wanting more, and softly kiss his neck.
“Worth the wait,” I whisper, then nip his earlobe.
“I can never go back.” He breathes, hugging me.
We cuddle while my mind enjoys the post-orgasm stillness and his affection.
“All fucking mine,” he whispers to himself and leaves the bed for the bathroom. I hear the shower start and melt into the sheets, reliving the last few minutes. “Dani!” he booms.
Again? He’s … no. We’re insatiable.
Naked, I scamper into the bathroom and find him already in the shower. Fuck. That is mine. His head is directly under the showerhead. I stare at the perfect sight of water running down his muscles. Gideon lifts his head out of the steamy stream, and his eyes are heated and fixed on me.
“Round two?” I pull the shower door open, stepping in.
His lips waste no time finding their way to mine.
Gideon reaches up and grabs the handheld showerhead, spinning me so my back is under the water.
He pulls it off and trails the water over my shoulders and chest, then down to my stomach, while his mouth is canvassing every inch of my neck.
“I need more of you.” He moves the showerhead between my legs, and I flinch at the pressure.
He laughs and kisses me deeply before moving his fingers between my legs.
“I haven’t decided what I like most,” he says, putting the showerhead back.
“Your taste or your noises.” Gideon picks up the pace of his fingers, exploring my clit.
Dropping to his knees, he kisses my hip bone before trailing his tongue down to the known destination.
He grabs my shin and pulls my leg over his shoulder.
“When you think of me.” He pauses, looking at me. “I want you to think of this moment.” His tongue slams into my swollen clit while two fingers pulse inside me. “You own me.” He exhales, barely breaking the connection with my body.
Thank God he is firmly holding my lower back, otherwise I would have fallen backward, collapsing into the shower. This is a memory I will definitely be storing for later.
“Fuck,” I cry at the sensory overload of his tongue, fingers, and hot shower. Tangling my fingers in his black hair, I pull his face closer. I will never get enough of this. “This is so good.”
He hums over my sensitive area, flicking it with his tongue. My body reaches its limit. This orgasm is going to shatter me. My walls begin to tighten around his fingers.
“Yes, baby,” he coos.
“Ahhh!”