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Gideon chuckles, dipping his head down to kiss me gently. “What they mean to say is they want you to be that loud with them, too. So don’t stifle your cries of pleasure, not on our account.”
I snuggle into his chest and nod. “Okay. I won’t.” His head comes to a rest on top of my head, while his hands make a slow circuit up and down my back. “But why are you so grumpy this morning? You and Fielder both.”
He sighs, but doesn’t answer. “This helps. Holding you helps.” I squeeze him tighter and press a kiss to his chest.
After a moment, he pulls back, and he looks decidedly less grumpy, so maybe that’s all it was, just that he wanted to be close to me, to cradle me against his body for a bit. He kisses me again. “Come on. We better get going.”
I nod and grab my breakfast and coffee from the counter, noting there’s a stack of breakfast sandwiches on the island. I grab a reusable bag and stuff them all in it, along with some pieces of fruit, and then follow them out the door.
After eating and drinking every drop of my coffee, I snuggle up to Gideon in the third row of seats in the huge SUV we’re riding in, and fall back asleep. He does too. In fact, I’m pretty sure everyone does, but Ezra, since he’s driving.
“Punishment for keeping everyone up last night,” Fielder said, as he slipped into the front passenger seat.
I blink awake to the feeling of fingers gently combing through my hair, the movement languid and soothing. My eyes slip closed again, savoring the feeling. “You awake, Rosalind?” Gideon murmurs into my hair, so quietly I hardly hear him.
I huff a breath in answer and his fingers tighten in my hair and on my back. My own fingers tighten in response and Gideon groans softly. It’s only then that I realize one of my hands is firmly on his cock. His very erect cock, pressing against the fabric of his jeans that probably cost as much as a month’s rent.
Embarrassment floods through me and I move to snatch my hand away, but he’s too quick, grabbing my wrist to hold me in place as his hips thrust up into my curled fingers.
My head shoots up and I glance around the car, wondering if anyone notices what we’re doing, that I have my hand on Gideon’s cock and he’s pretty obviously working toward getting himself off.
But Cohen and Hardin’s eyes are closed, heads dipping toward their chests. Fielder’s face is pressed against the window, and I can’t imagine him doing that while awake, so he must also still be asleep. And Ezra’s gaze is firmly on the road, singing along softly to the music he has playing on the radio.
I look back at Gideon, meeting his gray eyes, loving that spark of mischief there, along with a hint of a dare. Am I going to do this? Get him off in a car full of sleeping people? Um, yeah. Yeah, I think I am.
My fingers tighten on his cock and his gorgeous eyes slip closed as his jaw tightens, like he’s trying not to make any noise. I pull my hand away and they snap back open, disappointment in their depths.
That only lasts until I carefully, quietly, undo the button on his jeans and slide the zipper down. The music’s loud enough to drown out small noises and so the car remains full of sleeping bodies as I pull out his rigid dick, practically weeping pre-cum.
Gideon’s eyes are focused on me, hot and heavy, his teeth sunk into his lower lip as I pump my hand up and down a few times.
I know he expects me to just jerk him off, so when I bend my head and pass my tongue over his tip, lapping up the salty fluid there, I’m rewarded with a hiss of breath as his cock jerks.
I grin. I’ve hardly touched him, and he’s already on the verge of losing it. My head dips again, and this time I close my lips around him and suck as I pull up. I keep my gaze on his face as best as I can, so I see him mouth the word ‘fuck’as his hand grips the hair at the back of my head.
I suck him carefully, quietly, not wanting to make too much noise, but giving head is messy business, and I’m not sure we’re completely silent. Especially when saliva drips out of my mouth to coat his base and I use that as lubricant for my hand to stroke him as I use my mouth on his tip.
God, I want to take him deeper, to feel him at the back of my throat, to let him hold my head while he fucks into my mouth, with sharp deep thrusts of his hips. I want that so fucking bad, and from the way his hand is fisting my hair, I think he wants that too. He starts to, holding my head still while his hips jerk up, but when I make a soft gagging noise he stops, frustration apparent in every line of his body. He can’t do this the way he wants and I think that’s killing him. But he started this, so it’s really his fault.
I shift until I can grip his cock with one hand and my other dives into his boxers, seeking the warm skin surrounding his balls. A groan escapes him and I pause, looking up at him, to find his eyes focused on me and his knuckle between his teeth.
The hand on the back of my head urges me back to his cock and I swallow him down, eager to finish him off, eager to see what he looks like when he comes. My legs press together as need pounds through me. God, I wish I was wearing a skirt right now so he could touch my clit and make me come right along with him.
But if last night proved anything, it’s that I’m not quiet and I doubt I’ll be able to stay silent in this car if I come.
So I’ll just have to make Gideon feel as good as I can, and suffer blue ovaries.
I redouble my efforts, my cheeks hollowing as I suck, my hand pumping up and down at his base, and my fingers squeezing his balls. His hips rock in time with my movement, tiny jerks that I know are involuntary, because he’s been trying not to move this whole time.
The pressure between my legs grows. The gratification of giving him pleasure is apparently almost enough to get me off alone. But then a tendril of power coils around my clit like a tongue and flicks it. I’m so startled I nearly make a noise, but just barely manage to only allow a low hum to come out.
Cohen is awake, and he’s pleasuring me at the same time I’m pleasuring Gideon.
I think about stopping, about pulling away in embarrassment for getting caught, for letting Cohen touch me with his power again, but when I feel the power slide inside me and thrust in time with my head bobbing on Gideon’s dick, I shove that thought away and just let the waves of arousal overtake me.
I know my hips are moving, just like Gideon’s, and I have to double check that I’m not making any noise, because holy shit, whatever Cohen is doing is so damn good. Gideon’s hand tightens and releases convulsively and I get the impression that he’s trying to tell me he’s close.
His other hand slips between my legs and pushes against my clit through my jeans. It wouldn’t be enough to make me come on its own, but combined with Cohen’s magic stroking in my pussy, my eyes roll up, my hand tightens on his cock and my lips close around him, using his cock to muffle the quiet sound of my orgasm.
