9 - Brie
What’s Come Over Me?
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Brie
I don’t know what made me do it, but it was probably the same thing that made me follow Gideon out into the shed after he’d pulled away from me. I didn’t have the same blind loyalty to Tobias he did, and I couldn’t deny myself or him.
“If you come near me again,” Gideon said in a deep whisper, “I won’t be able to stop myself.”
There was something about making him lose control that turned me on. My pussy hummed with excitement as I took a slow, deliberate step forward into the shed.
Gideon stood watching me, his eyes dark with desire and his fists tight, holding on to what restraint he could muster. It was a struggle. I saw it in the thick veins that snaked over his forearms, the way his chin jutted forward.
I took another step, close enough to hear him exhale a long, shaky breath. I reached out and touched his chest, barely grazing him with the tips of my fingers. He trembled before he grabbed my hand and pulled me into him, pressing his mouth to mine and holding me there until my lips parted.
His hands groped over my body, squeezing my ass so tightly he almost lifted me off the ground. There was a hurried desperation in his kiss, in his touch, and in the way his cock had stiffened and stabbed at belly.
I matched his energy, quickly working to unzip his pants and free his cock from his boxers. I held his hard shaft in my hand while we kissed. It throbbed dangerously, and I ran my palm over it, moving faster and faster. He bit my lower lip, squeezing it between his teeth until I whimpered.
He put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down onto my knees.
I could smell his musk; a faint, tangy smell from the pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock.
I darted my tongue out to taste it, lightly licking over the hole with a fluttering motion.
He hissed, his fingers tangling in my hair as he urged me to take him in.
I slowly sucked him in, my left hand steadily pumping his length while my right hand rolled his balls in my palm.
Feeling the tender nuggets moving in their sacs made me instantly wet.
I worked more of him into my mouth, bobbing my head faster, up and down, while my tongue swirled over him.
The deeper I sucked him, the more saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth, gathering on my chin.
It only made me want to swallow more of his length until I could feel the head of his dick press against the back of my throat.
He was panting, sweating despite the chilly night breeze.
He tightened his grip on my hair, tugging at it before he pulled me back up slowly.
“Now that we’re doing this,” he rasped, “I don’t want it over too soon.”
The sound of him being so horny and out of control made my pussy pulse in anticipation.
I stood there trying to catch my breath while he tried to catch his.
We stared at each other, both still full of ardent desire.
Gideon grabbed a fistful of my hair and turned my face upward.
I gasped, mouth open, and with a wild look I had never seen on him before, he spat into my mouth before leaning down to kiss me again.
He quickly slid my pants down and rubbed his hand over my mound, spreading my wetness all over before inserting a curled finger into my dripping pussy. He watched my face intently, his finger wiggling in a coaxing motion inside me.
“You don’t come until I say so. Got it?” he growled.
I didn’t think; I couldn’t think. He found my spot and was methodically massaging it, making my knees buckle. I nodded my head, blinking up at him.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I won’t come until you say so,” I panted.
Gideon pushed my legs further apart with his foot and thrust his middle finger into me, now using two fingers in that curling motion that drove me wild.
I was breathing faster, my thighs tensing under the pressure of acute concentration. He told me not to come, and I didn’t want to go against his word. I closed my eyes, breathing in small gasps as I tried to hold back my orgasm.
“Do you want to come now?” Gideon asked, twisting his fingers inside me.
I tried to focus on my breathing and nodded again.
He yanked my hair. “Say it.”
“I want to come,” I whimpered.
He growled, moving his fingers faster, with more force, pulling rhythmically on my hair. “Then do it. Come for me.”
It was the feral power he had over me that was my undoing. The sound of my wetness squelching in the quiet calm of the night, and his urgent moans that drove me over the edge.
My legs shook, my belly squeezed, and my pussy clenched tightly around his fingers. I came hard, buckling with every tremor that coursed through my body.
Gideon pulled his finger out of me and spun me around, pushing my breasts against the wall of the shed as he came up against me from behind. His hot breath fell in bursts against my ear.
“What do you want?” he whispered into my ear.
I was still panting from my orgasm. “I want your cock inside me.”
Gideon slammed his dick into me with a word of warning. I braced, anticipating fast, deep strokes, but he paused with his entire length deep inside me.
I felt all of him stretching my hole and I clenched. Milking him, matching each grip to his breath.
I was close again; I could feel it. I knew he could feel it too. I tightened around him until my pussy was clamping down all on its own, wrapping around his shaft in unpredictable spasms.
“Oh, God!”
Gideon had slapped my ass so hard it stung.
“What did I say about coming before I said you could?” he grunted.
Between the orgasm still wracking my body and the sting from the smack, I couldn’t recover fast enough to answer in anything other than a helpless whine.
Gideon pulled out of me but not all the way, and slammed into me again, making me squeal. He kept himself there, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling against my back.
“What did I say?” he repeated.
Gideon reached around my waist, rubbing my clit between his finger and his thumb as he slowly fucked me. He pulled back inch by inch before pushing himself back into me until I could feel his balls between my legs.
“Not until— not until you say I can.”
“Good girl. Now, I want you to come,” he demanded. He circled his hips, grinding into me while he played with my swollen clit.
I squirmed, twisting my hips as I drove myself back onto his retreating cock. All the way, until I felt my body vibrate with that familiar thrill.
“I’m coming,” I groaned.
Gideon pounded me faster and harder. I felt him stiffen inside me, cock throbbing as if he were growing more erect with every stroke.
He pushed in and up, and I could feel his cock pressing against my belly from the inside.
Each thrust was more frantic than the last. There was no rhythm, no technique.
He was unhinged, undone, and driven by pure lust. Digging me out with every stroke until he moaned, leaning forward and pressing me into the wall of the shed.
We stood there holding onto each other, panting heavily, our sweat mingling together as our bodies fought to stay close.
He was still pulsing in me. I clenched, squeezing him with fluttering spasms as he softened. Then he moaned a soft, satisfied sound in my ear.
It was quiet except for our ragged breathing, synchronized like the gasping of one animal instead of two. He pulled out, and the breeze caught my damp skin, bringing me back to reality.
What had gotten into me? This insatiable, wanton behavior was unlike anything I had ever done before. I couldn’t control it. If I ever had to answer for it, I wouldn’t know what to say.
Nobody could know. Except Holly. She was the only person I would dare tell about this.
I scanned the floor for my underwear and clothes, while Gideon hastily tried to put himself back together. He looked as bewildered by what we had done as I was. But not in a bad way.
In the best kind of way.
“Tobias can’t know.”
I scoffed, pulling on my shirt. “Wow. Don’t ever let anyone accuse you of not being romantic.”
The joke didn’t land the way I’d hoped, and Gideon glared at me. “I mean it, Brie.”
I nodded, my smile faltering slightly. “As long as we can do this again.”
His lip curled in a grin. “I was hoping you’d say that.”