5. Avery #3
Gideon’s dark eyes flare with pure desire. He lets go of my wrist, and before I can even process the movement, his massive hands grip my waist. He lifts me effortlessly, setting me down on the edge of the clean counter. And just like that, I’m hard.
I let out a soft, delighted gasp, my hands instantly flying to his broad shoulders for balance. He steps fully between my thighs, his heavy, powerful legs crowding mine, trapping me against the metal counter just like he did against the shelves yesterday.
“Gideon,” I breathe, my heart hammering against my ribs.
“You talk a lot,” Gideon murmurs, his serious face inches from mine. His breath is warm against my lips. “But I like it, Avery. You’re passionate, smart, and so fucking beautiful. You have no idea how hard I’m holding back.”
“Then don’t. Don’t hold back, handsome,” I challenge softly. “Show me what you want to do to me.”
Gideon groans, a low, gravelly sound that vibrates straight through my chest. He leans down and catches my mouth in a deep, bruising kiss.
This time, there is no one to interrupt us. The sweet scent of melting beeswax surrounds us. I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in the thick, wavy black hair at the base of his skull, pulling him down to me. Our kiss is all tongues, lips, and teeth,
Gideon manhandles me like I’m something incredibly light.
Precious. One of his massive hands slides up my back, pressing me firmly against his chest, while his other hand grips my thigh, lifting it slightly to anchor me closer to his hip.
The raw, heavy power of his body makes me shiver, a soft whimper escaping my throat into his mouth.
He tastes sweet and so damn intoxicating. His lips move against mine with a slow, heavy rhythm that drags his hard erection against me. He feels large, even behind the material of his pants. Every touch of his thick, scarred hands against my skin sends a jolt of electricity straight to my cock.
“I haven’t been with anyone since you,” I admit, panting.
He steps back, looking at me in shock. “Me too. I haven’t been with anyone since that night five months ago.
” His lips crash back down onto mine, his fingers fumbling with my pants until he yanks them off.
Back then, we talked about test results and skipped the condom.
And just like that night, I don’t want anything between us.
I reach for his pants, but he stops me.
“There’s something else I would like to confess, Avery,” he says.
“Okay,” I reply slowly.
“You were the first man I have ever been with,” he whispers. “The only man.”
The statement slams into me. It should freak me out, but it doesn’t.
It only turns me on even more. I remember back during the Pride festival he told me he was bi.
He told me that he came out to his family and doesn’t plan on ever keeping it a secret again.
But to be his first, I suspected, but actually knowing is so fucking hot.
“Then tell me,” I pant, lazily stroking my cock as I stare at him from the counter. “What do you want to do to me?” I spread my legs wide, teasing him with a view of my hole.
He groans. Without saying anything else, he lifts me. The hold is awkward and strangely exhilarating. He doesn’t carry me far, but I’m giggling by the time he plops me down in his soft work chair. So much for acting sexy. Then again, what’s sexier than a man who can make me happy?
“I want to suck your cock, sweet boy. Can I?”
I blink. Still slightly dazed. Did this giant, muscular man of my dreams ask to suck my cock? My fingers wander back down to my hard length as I begin stroking again. “Please,” I reply.
Just like that, Gideon sinks to his knees and wraps his lips around me. No hesitation. He just sucks my cock like a fucking pro. He’s a liar. A filthy, filthy liar. There’s no way this is the first cock he has ever sucked.
“Damn, Gid. Slow down. I’m already so close.”
He groans, the vibrations making me thrust into the back of his throat and causing him to choke.
“Oh, fuck. I’m sorry Gid I—” My words are cut off when he continues sucking even harder, only this time he pushes his mouth further down my hard length, choking himself on my dick.
Obscene noises tumble from his throat, followed by the sound of him stroking his own cock violently fast. I try to peer down, but I can’t, not when his tongue does something absolutely magical.
Without warning either of us, I come. He doesn’t stop. He just eagerly swallows it all, purposely choking on it until he’s coming too. I slump back in the chair, and he collapses into a sitting position, head resting against my thigh, my softening cock still in his mouth.
My fingers tangle into his thick black hair, and I close my eyes.
We stay like that for what feels like hours, lost in the sweet, sticky heat of the workshop, completely wrapped up in each other.
I have never been this compatible with someone in and out of bed.
Sex between us is fire, but the way we click everywhere else is…
intense. Ezra wanted me to inspect the wax, but as Gideon finally pulls off my cock and begins peppering thankful kisses all over my thighs, I realize I’m completely hooked on the bee farmer.