Page 51 of Gareth

I breathed deeply, my heart aching. I didn’t want to put this weight on him, this responsibility, this danger. It was all directly tied to me, and despite him saying this had long since become more than a favor, I was still the catalyst for the added stress in his life.

I wished I could fix it.

Wished I could contact my father and talk some sense into him, but I knew him better than most…he’d never hear me out. He never had before.

I heard the water turn on in the shower, and I realized there was one way I could help alleviate the stress for Gareth. At least, in this way, I could be of some help, not that he’d ever ask for it.

Hurrying toward the bathroom before I lost my courage, I stripped myself bare, and opened the glass shower door.

Gareth’s head was dipped, letting the heavy stream of water rush over his body. I followed the rivulets of water, appreciating every inch of him. He was beautiful, his inked skin stretched over muscles he worked hard as hell on. A carved, incredibly tall protector that I never knew I’d be so lucky to touch.

I stepped into the shower, letting the door shut behind me, my fingers grazing over his muscled back as I settled behind him.

He relaxed under my touch, grabbing my hands and bringing them around his body to rest on his chest.

Gareth remained silent as we stood like that, me holding him from behind, as if he needed me to keep him together.

I kissed his back, a silent show of support as well as an apology.

I wiggled my hands free of his, gliding them over his body, massaging his back, his hips, anywhere I could reach before I finally urged him to turn around. His eyes immediately trailed the length of my body, that gaze turning hungry as he took me in, soaking wet in front of him.

I guided my hand down between us, gripping his cock, which was already hardening under my touch as I stroked him. He captured my mouth, our kiss slow, sensual, and wet from the water pouring over us.

Pulling out of the kiss, I sank to my knees before him, thankful for the stone floor ensuring I didn’t slide all over the place as I traced my lips with the thick head of his cock. He groaned at the tease, and I parted my lips, flicking my tongue over him before taking him in my mouth.

“Serenity,” he said, his fingers sliding into my wet hair.

I bobbed up and down, taking him in as much as I could. I pumped him with one hand to make up the difference, swirling my tongue around him in that way I knew he loved. And while I’d gotten off before on him pumping into my mouth in that dominating way of his, this wasn’t about that. I wanted to give him a release with no conditions. Wanted to show him that I appreciated every single thing he did for me, even when he expected nothing in return.

“Fuck, angel,” he growled when I dragged my teeth lightly along his shaft. The more time I spent with Gareth like this, the more I learned what he enjoyed, what I enjoyed. I gained confidence I never knew I could possess and felt like a damn goddess on my knees before him.

I upped my pace, alternating sucking his thick head and stroking along his shaft until I felt his muscles clench where my hand gripped his thigh.

“Angel,” he growled. “I’m going to come.”

I pulled away, looking up at him as I kept up my stroking. “Where do you want to come?” I asked, my voice a husky sort of bold I’d never heard before.

“What?” he groaned.

“You want to come in my mouth? On my face? Somewhere else?” I squeezed him tighter, loving the dark flash of desire in his eyes.

“How are such dirty things coming out of that sweet mouth?” he asked, eyes churning.

I grinned, flicking my tongue over him again. “Daisy’s books,” I said.

He smirked, the moment between us charged. He reached down, taking over where my hand had been. “Open your mouth,” he demanded.

I did.

He pumped into my mouth again, and I licked his cock, tasting the salty bead of pre-come there and swallowing it down, adrenaline racing through my veins at the unknown. Gareth knew me, knew everything I did with him was a first, and I’d never felt more taken care of than in his hands. If there was anyone to learn with, it was him.

“Fuck,” he groaned when I sucked him as he thrust into my mouth again. He quickly pulled out, guiding his cock over my breasts, coming on them in a hot stream.

I gasped, the sensation surprising as I watched him lose himself on me.

It was so damn sexy, watching this powerful man come undone because of me.

He breathed deeply, using his free hand to swipe his thumb over my lips as he looked down at me. He reached for me, urging me to stand up, eyes trailing over his work.

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