I shivered at his touch. My nipples hardened. And beneath the towel, my cock—which hadn’t seen any action in fuckingages—sprang to life like it had been waiting years for this opportunity.
Probably because ithad.
He snatched his hand back and watched me warily.
And then it was like Vegas all over again.
I didn’t know which of us moved first—maybe I reached for him, or he reached for me—but either way, it was clear that our talking time was done. Or maybe we were just finally communicating in a way that ensured no misunderstandings.
Gideon’s strong arms wrapped around me, dragging my chest against his, and my entire body was wracked with chills suddenly, like I hadn’t realized how cold I’d been until I was tucked in his warmth. Then his mouth found mine.
Holy shit.
He tasted so fucking good—like peppermint toothpaste and salt, totally wholesome and unreasonably sexy at once—and I pulled at the hem of his soft, gray t-shirt, eager to get to as much of his skin as I possibly could. He bent at the waist to help me and threw the shirt on the floor.
“Fuck,” he murmured when our chests brushed for the first time in five years. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.This is not what I’d expected when I came in here tonight.”
He was hairy where I was smooth, tan where I was pale, and his broad chest and narrow waist were corded with lean muscle that made me lightheaded with the desire to taste him, but when his hands coasted down my arms to my wrists, he tangled our fingers together as his tongue stroked against mine, and thenGideonwas the one who took a step back and dropped to his knees in front of me.
“Gideon,” I whispered, and I wasn’t sure if I meant to stop him or encourage him, or just say his name like a kind of magical incantation, but the next thing I knew, he’d pulled the towel off my waist, licked a path up my hard cock, and sucked me down.
Mother of God.
It had been a long time for me, yes. And a blow job was a blow job, true. But there was something about the sight ofthisbig man kneeling on the beige carpet in his guest room, his lips spread wide around my cock, cheeks hollowed as he sucked me deep, that made me pretty fucking sure this was the best blowjob in history… at least in my personal history.
And it made my knees tremble.
I needed something to grab hold of, something concrete, and Gideon was all there was.
I ran my hand over his hair, over the short gray strands that looked spiky but were soft, and cradled his jaw, feeling his throat clench around me.
He looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust, and I was pretty sure I got what he was doing. He was inverting the memory of us five years ago.
“Fuck.”I pulled at his short hair, suddenly way too close to coming, and he seemed to get that. He pulled off with aslurpthat sounded both obscene and perfect, and he rested his forehead against my stomach.
His breath came in warm bursts against my hip.
“You’rethe most beautiful thingI’veever seen,” I said softly.
I had no idea where the words came from, and my stomach clenched because that was thelastthing I should have said, but there was no space here in this quiet room for all the complexities and equivocations of daylight.
For Gideon and me, the truth always came out at night.
Gideon turned his face up to mine, his eyes alight and a little bit yearning, and I ignored the way my poor abandoned cock throbbed. Instead, I traced Gideon’s straight, dark eyebrows, and smoothed the tinyVthat appeared between them.
“Beautiful,” I whispered again.
He sucked in a breath and shut his eyes, like it was too much, and when he opened them again, all his tenderness seemed to have coalesced into hunger. He pushed his pajama pants down, licked his palm, and began stroking his own cock, but before I had a chance to admire the view—because I was ready to settle in and pop some popcorn for that fucking show—his mouth was back on my cock and he sucked it greedily.
For half a second I felt a pang because I liked tender Gideon, but I pushed that thought away. I needed to come more than I needed tenderness. I needed the heat more than I needed to remember.
It felt like he was having some kind of race to see which of us he could get off first—either way, he’d win, and either way, he’d lose—and the only sounds in the world were my gasping breaths and theslick slick slickthat I realized with a shiver was him working his own cock.
When I came an embarrassingly short time later, my release spilled down his throat, and it was so fuckinggoodthat I doubled over, one hand on his head and the other on the wall behind him.
A thought flitted across my brain that there was a reason why no one had ever gotten to me the way Gideon did, neither before nor since, but my brain was way too busy trying to obtain oxygen to catch it.
Gideon stood up while I was still catching my breath, dislodging my hand from his hair as he tucked himself back into his pajama pants. At first, I wasn’t sure whether he’d even come, but then I saw the wet spot that had conveniently landed on his discarded shirt.
