by Day, Sylvia
I didn’t have time to climax again, but it didn’t matter. I watched him with awe and pure female triumph. I could do this to him.
In the moments of orgasm, I owned him as completely as he owned me.
Gideon folded over me, his hair fal ing forward to tickle my chest, his lungs heaving. “God. I can’t go days without this. Even the hours at work are too long.” I ran my fingers through the sweat-damp roots of his hair. “I missed you, too.”
He nuzzled my breasts. “When you’re not with me, I feel—Don’t run anymore, Eva. I can’t take it.” He pul ed me up to stand in front of him, keeping his cock in me until the soles of my heels touched the hardwood floor. “Come home with me now.”
“I can’t leave Cary.”
“Then we’l drag him out of here with us. Shh…
Before you complain, whatever he hopes to get out of this party, I can make happen. Being here accomplishes nothing.”
“Maybe he’s having fun.”
“I don’t want you here.” He suddenly seemed distant, his tone far too control ed.
“Do you know how badly it hurts me when you say that?” I cried softly, my chest tight with the pain of it.
“What’s wrong with me that you don’t want me around your family?”
“Angel, no.” He hugged me, his hands roaming my back in soothing caresses. “There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s this place. I don’t—I can’t be here. You want to know what’s in my dreams? It’s this house.”
“Oh.” My stomach knotted with worry and confusion.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
Something in my voice lured him to press a kiss between my eyebrows. “I’ve been rough with you today. I’m sorry. I’m edgy and agitated being here, but that’s no excuse.”
I cupped his face and stared into his eyes, seeing the tumultuous emotions he was so used to hiding.
“Don’t ever apologize for being yourself with me. It’s what I want. I want to be your safe place, Gideon.”
“You are. You don’t know how much, but I’l find a way to tel you.” He rested his forehead against mine.
“Let’s go home. I bought some things for you.”
“Oh? I love gifts.” Especial y when they came from my self-professed unromantic boyfriend.
Cautiously, he began to pul out of me. I was shocked to feel how wet I was, how copiously he’d come. The final few inches of his cock slid out in a rush and semen slicked my inner thighs. A moment later, two audacious droplets fel to the hardwood floor between my spread legs.
“Oh, shit.” He groaned. “That’s so damn hot. I’m getting hard again.”
I stared at the brazen display of his virility and felt warm. “You can’t go again after that.”
“Hel if I can’t.” Cupping my sex in his hand, he rubbed the slickness al over me, coating the outer lips and massaging it into the folds. Euphoria spread through me like the warmth of fine liquor, a sense of contentment that came solely from the knowledge that Gideon found gratification in me and my body.
“I’m an animal with you,” he murmured. “I want to mark you. I want to possess you so completely there’s no separation between us.”
My hips began to move in tiny circles as his words and touch reignited the desire he’d goaded with the thrusts of his cock. I wanted to come again, knew I’d be miserable if I had to wait until we reached his bed. I was a sexual creature with him, too, so physical y attuned to him and so positive that he would never physical y hurt me, that I was…free.
I encircled his wrist with my fingers and gently directed his hand around my hip to reach for me from behind. Nipping his jaw with my teeth, I gathered the courage he inspired in me and whispered, “Touch me here with your fingers. Mark me there.” He froze, his chest lifting and fal ing rapidly. “I don’t”—his voice strengthened—“I don’t do anal play, Eva.”
Looking into his eyes, I saw something dark and volatile. Something very painful.
Of all the things for us to have in common…
The raw passion of our lust gentled into the warm familiarity of love. With my heart breaking, I confessed,
“I don’t either. At least not voluntarily.”
“Then…why?” The confusion in his voice moved me deeply.
I hugged him, pressing my cheek to his shoulder and listening to the slightly panicked beat of his heart.
“Because I believe your touch can erase Nathan’s.”
“Oh, Eva.” His cheek pressed to the crown of my head.
I snuggled closer. “You make me feel safe.” We held each other for long moments. I listened to his heartbeat slow and his breathing smooth out. I inhaled deeply, relishing the mix of his personal scent mixed with the scent of hard lust and harder sex.
When the tip of his middle finger slid gossamer-soft over the pucker of my anus, I stil ed and pul ed back to look at him. “Gideon?”
“Why me?” he asked softly, his beautiful eyes dark and stormy. “You know I’m fucked up, Eva. You saw what I…that night you woke me…You saw, damn it.
How can you trust me with your body this way?”
“I trust my heart and what it tel s me.” I smoothed the frown line between his brows. “You can give my body back to me, Gideon. I believe you’re the only one who can.”
His eyes closed and his damp forehead touched mine. “Do you have a safeword, Eva?”
Startled, I pul ed back again to study his face. A few members of my therapy group had talked about Dom/sub relationships. Some required total control to feel safe during sex. Others fel on the opposite side of the line, finding that bondage and humiliation satisfied their deep-seated need to feel pain to experience pleasure. For those who practiced that lifestyle, a safeword was an unambiguous way to say “stop.” But I couldn’t see how that had any relevance to me and Gideon. “Do you?”
“I don’t need one.” Between my legs, the gentle stroke of his finger became less tentative. He repeated his question, “Do you have a safeword?”
“No. I’ve never needed one. Missionary, doggy style, B.O.B…. that’s about the extent of my mad skil s in the sack.”
That brought a touch of amusement to his otherwise severe face. “Thank God. I wouldn’t survive you otherwise.”
And stil that fingertip massaged me, spurring a dark yearning. Gideon could do that to me, make me forget everything that happened before. I had no negative sexual triggers with him, no hesitation or fears. He’d given that to me. In return, I wanted to give him the body he’d freed from my past.
The long case clock near the door began to chime the hour.
“Gideon, we’ve been gone a long time. Someone wil come looking for us.”
He put the slightest pressure against my sensitive rosette, barely pressing. “Do you real y care if they do?”
My hips arched into the touch. Anticipation was making me hot al over again. “I don’t care about anything but you when you’re touching me.” His free hand lifted to my hair and held it at the roots, keeping my head stil . “Did you ever enjoy anal play? Accidental y or by deliberation?”
“No.”
“And yet you trust me enough to ask me for this.” He kissed my forehead as he drew the slickness of his semen back to my rear.
I gripped his waistband. “You don’t have to—”
“Yes, I do.” His voice had that wickedly assertive bite to it. “If you crave something, I’l be the one to give it to you. Al of your needs, Eva, are mine to fulfil .
Whatever it costs me.”
“Thank you, Gideon.” My hips shifted restlessly as he continued to lubricate me gently. “I want to be what you need, too.”
“I’ve told you what I need, Eva—control.” He brushed his parted lips back and forth over mine. “You’re asking me to lead you back into painful places and I wil , if that’s what you need. But we have to be extremely careful.”
“I know.”
“Trust is hard for both of us. If we break it, we could lose e
verything. Think of a word you associate with power. Your safeword, angel. Choose it.” The pressure of that single fingertip became more insistent. I moaned, “Crossfire.”
“Umm…I like it. Very fitting.” His tongue dipped into my mouth, barely touching mine before retreating. His finger rimmed my anus over and over, pushing his semen into the puckered hole, a soft growl escaping him as it flexed in a silent plea for more.
The next time he pressed against the ring, I pushed out and he slipped his fingertip inside me. The feeling of penetration was shockingly intense.
Just as before, surrender weighted my body, leaving me languid.
“Are you okay?” Gideon asked harshly as I sagged against him. “Should I stop?”
“No…Don’t stop.”
He pushed fractional y deeper and I clenched around him, a helpless reaction to the feel of something gliding across tender tissues. “You’re snug and scorching hot,” he murmured. “And so soft. Does it hurt?”
“No. Please. More.”
Gideon withdrew to his fingertip; then slid in to the knuckle, slow and easy. I quivered in delight, astonished by how good it felt, that teasing bit of ful ness in my rear.
“How’s that?” he asked hoarsely.
“Good. Everything you do to me feels good.” He withdrew again, glided deep again. Leaning forward, I thrust my hips back to give him easier access and pressed my breasts against his chest. His fist in my hair tightened, pul ing my head back so he could take my mouth in a lush, wet kiss. Our open mouths slid across each other, growing more frantic as my arousal built. The feel of Gideon’s finger in that darkly sexual place, thrusting in that gentle rhythm, had me rocking backward to meet his inward drives.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice infinitely gentle. “I love making you feel good. Love watching an orgasm move through your body.”
“Gideon.” I was lost, drowning in the powerful joy of being held by him, loved by him. Four days alone had taught me how miserable I’d be if we couldn’t work things out, how dul and colorless my world would be without him in it. “I need you.”
“I know.” He licked across my lips, making my head spin. “I’m here. Your cunt’s trembling and tightening.
You’re going to come for me again.”
With shaking hands, I reached between us for his cock, finding it hard. I lifted the layers of my underskirts so I could insert him into my drenched sex. He slid in a few inches, our standing positions preventing deeper penetration, but the connection alone was enough. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, burying my face in his neck as my knees weakened. His hand left my hair, his arm clasping my back and holding me close.
“Eva.” The tempo of his finger thrusts quickened.
“Do you know what you do to me?”
His hips nudged against mine, the wide crest of his penis massaging a sweetly tender spot. “You’re milking the head of my dick with those hungry little squeezes. You’re going to make me come for you.
When you go off, I’m going with you.”
I was distantly aware of the helpless noises spil ing from my throat. My senses were overloaded by Gideon’s scent and the heat of his hard body, the feel of his cock rubbing inside me and his finger pumping into my rear. I was surrounded by him, fil ed with him, blissful y possessed in every way. A climax was building in force, pounding through me, pooling in my core. Not just from the physical pleasure but from the knowledge that he’d been wil ing to take a risk. Once again. For me.
His finger stil ed and I made a sound of protest.
“Hush,” he whispered. “Someone’s coming.”
“Oh God! Magdalene came in earlier and saw us.
What if she told—”
“Don’t move.” Gideon didn’t let me go. He stood just as he was, fil ing me front and back, his hand caressing the length of my spine and smoothing my dress down. “Your skirts hide everything.” With my back to the room’s entrance, I pressed my flaming face into his shirt.
The door opened. There was a pause then, “Is everything al right?”
Christopher. I felt awkward being unable to turn around.
“Of course,” Gideon said smoothly, cool y in control.
“What do you want?”
To my horror, he resumed the push and withdrawal of his finger. Not with the deep strokes of before, but slow shal ow thrusts that didn’t disturb my skirts.
Already aroused to a fever pitch and hovering on the verge of orgasm, my nails dug into his neck. The tension in my body from having Christopher in the room only ramped up the erotic sensations.
“Eva?” Christopher asked.
I swal owed hard. “Yes?”
“Are you okay?”
Gideon adjusted his stance, which moved his cock inside me and bumped his pelvis against my pulsing clit.
“Y-yes. We’re just…talking. About. Dinner.” My eyes closed as Gideon’s fingertip grazed the thin wal separating his penis from his touch. If he nudged my clit again, I’d come. I was too wound up to stop it.
Gideon’s chest vibrated against my cheek as he spoke. “We’d be done sooner if you’d go, so tel me what you need.”
“Mom’s looking for you.”
“Why?” Gideon shifted again, rocking into my clit at the same moment he gave a quick, deep thrust of his finger into my rear.
I climaxed. Afraid of the wail of pleasure that wanted out of me, I sank my teeth into Gideon’s hard pectoral.
He grunted softly and started coming, his cock jerking as it pumped thick spurts of scorching semen into me.
The rest of the conversation was lost beneath the roar of my blood. Christopher said something, Gideon replied, and then the door shut again. I was lifted to sit on the armrest and Gideon started thrusting between my spread thighs, using my body to rub out the rest of his orgasm, growling in my mouth as we finished off the rawest, most exhibitionistic sexual encounter of my life.
Afterward, Gideon led me by the hand to a bathroom, where he lightly soaped a washcloth and cleansed between my legs before he paid the same attention to his cock. The way he took care of me was sweetly intimate, demonstrating yet again that as primal as his desire for me was, I was precious to him.
“I don’t want us to fight anymore,” I said quietly from my perch on the counter.
He tossed the washcloth down a concealed laundry chute and refastened his fly. Then he came to me, brushing his cool fingertips down my cheek. “We don’t fight, angel. We just have to learn not to scare the hel out of each other.”
“You make it sound so easy,” I grumbled. To cal either of us virgins would be ridiculous, yet emotional y that’s just what we were. Fumbling in the dark and too eager, completely out of our depths and self-conscious, trying to impress and missing al the subtle nuances.
“Easy or hard, doesn’t matter. We’l get through this because we have to.” He pushed his fingers through my hair, restoring order to the disheveled strands.
“We’l discuss when we get home. I think I’ve discovered the crux of our problem.”
His conviction and determination soothed the restlessness I’d been feeling the last few days. Closing my eyes, I relaxed and enjoyed the tactile delight of having my hair played with. “Your mother seemed startled that I’m a blonde.”
“Did she?”
“My mother was, too. Not about me being a blonde,” I qualified. “That you’d be interested in one.”
“Was she?”
“Gideon!”
“Hmm?” He kissed the end of my nose and ran his hands down my arms.
“I’m not the type you usual y go for, am I?” His brow arched. “I have one type: Eva Lauren Tramel . That’s it.”
I rol ed my eyes. “Okay. Whatever.”
“What does it matter? You’re the woman I’m with.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m just curious. People don’t usual y stray from their preferred type.” Stepping between my legs, he put his arms around my hips. “Lucky for me tha
t I fit your type.”
“Gideon, you don’t fit any type,” I drawled. “You’re in a class by yourself.”
His eyes sparkled. “Like what you see, do you?”
“You know I do, which is why we real y should get out of here before we start screwing like minks again.” Pressing his cheek to mine, he murmured, “Only you could blow my mind in a place that’s always made my skin crawl. Thank you for being exactly what I want and need.”
“Oh, Gideon.” I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him as close to me as possible. “You came here for me, didn’t you? To take me away from this place you hate.”
“I’d walk into hel for you, Eva, and this is pretty damn close.” He exhaled harshly. “I was about to go to your apartment and drag you away with me when I learned you’d come here. You have to stay away from Christopher.”
“Why do you keep saying that? He seems very nice.”
Gideon pul ed back, sifting my hair through his fingers. His eyes stayed fiercely locked to mine. “He takes sibling rivalry to the extreme, and he’s unstable enough to make him dangerous. He’s reaching out to you because he knows he can hurt me through you.
You have to trust me on this.”
Why was Gideon so suspicious of his half-brother’s motives? He had to have a good reason. It was yet another thing he didn’t ful y share with me. “I do trust you. Of course I do. I’l keep my distance.”
“Thank you.” Catching me by the waist, he lifted me off the counter and set me on my feet. “Let’s grab Cary and get the hel out of here.”
We made our way back outside with my hand in his.
I was uncomfortably aware that we’d been gone a very long time. The sun was going down. And I was panty-less. My ruined boy shorts were presently stuffed into the front pocket of Gideon’s jeans.
He glanced at me as we entered the marquee. “I should’ve told you before. You look gorgeous, Eva.