Page 131 of Reluctantly You

Gideon and I follow along, my eyes moving from the loving way the two of them are with one another, the subtle touches, loving gazes. What would it be like to have that with Gideon, out in the open?

I don’t know. I don’t fucking know. I think about it for the full hour, and when we finish our workout and it’s time to leave, I try. I stop Gideon in the parking lot, right before the car, several people making their way past us, and I press my hands to his chest, curling my fingers into the fabric of his shirt.

I lean in and press a kiss to his mouth, a light flutter of lips, a taste of tongue before pulling away.

My heart is pounding, my cheeks aflame. He may not understand what it meant to do that, but I do. I fucking know.

“So brave, such a good boy,” he says and then pulls me into him for a deeper kiss, a longer one. One that makes me start to groan, to press into him for the friction building below the waist. But he doesn’t let us continue, just pulls away and presses our foreheads together.

“You just had me an hour ago. Greedy?”

“Yes,” I admit. “I have years to make up for, decades.”

“Hm,” he hums lowly and then unlocks the car. “Well, then we better get home.”

I don’t even hesitate, just walk as calmly as I can to the passenger seat and buckle in.

God, getting home can’t come soon enough.

We’re in the shower, Little Pants perched on the counter watching us intently as Gideon eats my ass. I try not to think about it, think about my cat watching me groan and beg. About how the sounds I’m making are inhuman, how I want him to enter me again, slowly this time, pulling me against his chest with his hand around my neck while he whispers dirty things in my ear.

God, I love it when he does that.

When he calls me his little slut, his cumdump, his whore.

His finger pushes into me and I feel it, lube. The sting of being stretched open with his fingers and tongue only makes my cock leak more.

Fuck, I won’t ever get enough of this, of this man who owns me so simply, so completely.

He stands and turns me around, his lips swollen from overuse.

“Put your arms around my neck,” he says. “I want to watch you get fucked.”

I do as he says, letting him lift me into his arms, the wall providing a nice anchor as his cock slots at my hole. Fuck, he’s so strong. I never in my life thought someone would lift me like this.

He shifts closer and his cock presses into me.

My head falls back, his lips sucking on my Adam’s apple as I swallow down my hoarse cries.

“So sexy, so hot,” he says as he starts to move, a slow canting of his hips that picks up to an almost punishing pace. But I like it like this, rough and hard. Love that I lose my mind, that everything whites out and becomes silent when I come.

All I can see is him.

My eyelids droop as I watch his muscles straining under the weight of me, but he doesn’t stop, just carries on, fucking me with so much force that my teeth clatter.

“Touch yourself. I want to watch you come.”

I reach between us and fuck my fist, my orgasm fast and surprising. I shout his name just as he releases into me.

He doesn’t let me go right away either, just holds me to him, kissing me gently as his cock softens inside of my ass.

When we finally rinse and dry off, we stumble into bed and I tuck my forehead against his arm, not ready to cuddle, but wanting him to be near. Sometime in the night, he’ll wrap his strong body around mine and hold me to him.

I secretly love it, being cradled like that.

Being kept.

But I don’t admit it, not yet. It’s too much. The sex, the feelings. Everything is all muddled up and confusing in my mind.