Page 5 of Dog Days

FIVE

Alfie

Gideon stared down at me with a look that, from anyone else, would have seemed violent. He kissed me again, walking me in some kind of direction. We made it about halfway up the stairs before he pushed me up against the wall again, a framed picture crashing to the ground as he pressed his body into mine, plundering my mouth until I was breathless.

He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and had it over my head before repeating the process with his shirt. God damn . The combination of tattoos and fur on his chest was fan-fucking-tastic. Some of the tattoos on his neck and the backs of his hands appeared to cover scars and I wondered again what kind of history he had with dogs.

Every ounce of concern and humanity fled my soul when my eyes snagged on his nipples, fat and peaked and begging to be sucked. So, I obliged, then moaned when his large hand gently palmed the back of my head, silently encouraging me to suck harder, deeper.

“Fuck, your mouth,” he said, pulling me away. I held on, suctioning his pretty nipple until he pulled me away enough for it to pop free of my mouth. “You are going to be the death of me,” he said, lifting me up and throwing me—caveman-like—over his shoulder.

“Given the size of your erection, I’d much rather live,” I cracked.

His rumbling laugh felt amazing as he made his way up the rest of the stairs, carrying me like I weighted nothing to his bedroom. Once inside, he let me down and I toed out of my shoes and awkwardly stripped off my socks. The massive bedroom with the tall ceilings had clearly been carefully decorated, save the TV—which was the largest I’d ever seen in a private bedroom.

“How could you be so wrong about a Star Trek captain when you have a TV this big?” I snarked, dropping my jeans.

“Is that what you really want to talk about now?” Gideon asked, pulling at the waistband of my underwear to peek at the goods.

“No. No, I do not,” I said, knocking his hand away to push down my underwear.

He followed suit, and…wow.

Yipes, even.

Talk about an urban fantasy.

“You look like a fucking werewolf,” I said, breathing heavily as I took in... everything .

Gideon was jacked, tattooed, and, as I’d suspected, blessed in the dick department. I’d hate to run into him in a dark alley, which meant I was hard as a fucking rock.

And hyper-aware of my pale, soft body.

When his hands landed on my love handles, I shrank from him, wrapping my undefined arms around myself.

“Uh-uh.” He shook his head then reached for my hand to draw my arm out of the fold. “I fucking love every fucking inch of this. Let me see you.”

I let my arms fall open and grimaced.

Gideon leaned in, his whisper in the basement. “Fuck, I love a soft boy. Belly, hips, ass…all fucking delicious.”

His hands landed on each place as he listed them. There was no mistaking the hunger in his eyes.

“Yeah?” I asked, suddenly breathless.

“Yeah,” Gideon responded, his eyes devouring me. “And you’ve got a pretty cock too.”

He reached out to touch the tip, and I inhaled sharply as he rolled the head between his thick thumb and forefinger.

“I need you on the bed,” he commanded, pushing me backward.

I clambered over to his pillows, bringing my hands behind my head in a cocky, self-assured pose.

“Beautiful.”

Gideon was still looking at me like he meant it as he crawled forward, hovering over me.

“I promise I don’t break,” I said, yanking him down on top of me. “I love the way you feel against me.”

“If it gets to be too much, let me know,” he responded, diving in for another kiss.

Our bodies, so hot against one another, fit perfectly. Gideon adjusted a little and…God.

“Your dick is perfection,” I moaned as he slid it alongside mine.

We were hard, dripping, and completely in the moment. Gideon enveloped me, and every damn thing about him was both rough and tender. I stroked us together, reveling in his deep belly moan.

“You keep doing that, and I’m gonna come all over you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I said, biting his lip as I stroke him again.

“I…I need inside of you,” he begged. Pulling away, his cock was hard and twitching. A thin line of his precum dripped onto my belly.

Out of words, I drew my knees back, silently telling him that I needed him inside me, too.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, falling between my thighs to suck my balls and lick at the no man’s land.

“Shit… shit, shit . Now I’m the one who’s gonna come,” I whined.

Pulling away, he dipped into his bedside drawer and shuffled things around until he pulled out a condom and a packet of lube. He suited up, slicked himself down, then swirled his slippery fingers around my hole.

He raised a brow, and I dipped my chin, needing it.

Snarling in concentration, he pushed his thick middle finger inside me and, fuck, that was a pretty sensation. I started naming our kids in my head until he hit that— oh fuck —happy nerve cluster.

I arched off the bed, whimpering like a pained animal as he added a second finger.

He stopped. “Too much?”

I violently shook my head. “Keep going .”

I pushed against him, but he was careful—and painfully slow—as he slid the two digits in and out of me, opening me a little more.

I pulled at his arm. “Now, Gideon. Please. Now .”

He still looked uncertain, so I gripped his massive shoulders. “ Now ,” I gritted out.

His brows stitched together as he fit himself against my hole, looking like he could devour me. If I happened to imagine him as a marauding pirate taking my innocence, well…that was my business and no one else’s.

I wondered, randomly, if he’d enjoy any role-play around not taking no for an answer…

Another pearl of precum escaped my slit as he pressed into me carefully, deliberately.

“Fuck, you’re stretching me, big boy,” I moaned, loving the therapeutic pain. “Look at my ruined hole, struggling to keep up.”

He looked down, his chest rising rapidly as he witnessed what I’d described. Grunting, he pushed in the rest of the way.

“You like it, don’t you? Stretching and owning me like this?”

Gideon’s lip curled up. “ Yes .”

I pulled my knees back, and he bit his lip in concentration, thrusting back in, splitting me in two.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I said, loving how that faint bit of praise reddened his cheeks.

Duly noted.

When he finally bottomed out, I wrapped my legs around him, kissing him with all I had. Fuck, he was everything.

Gideon reciprocated my passion while slowly pumping in and out of me. As my body acclimated to his rather large invasion, Gideon trailed kisses down my neck, sucking on the divot at the base of my throat, driving me crazy.

We moved together, rocking up and down, perfectly aligned, his fat head hitting every fucking nerve inside me.

“So close to coming,” he gritted, clenching his jaw. “I don’t wanna stop, but I don’t want it to end so soon.”

“Come whenever you want,” I said, my eyes rolling back in my head. “This won’t be the last time we’re together.”

His snarly concentration dissolved into a beautiful grin, like daybreak over a line of mountains. “Really?” he asked, slowing down his hips.

I blinked and looked up at him, nodding as he slowly dragged his cockhead across my prostate. “Yeah,” I choked out.

Gideon responded by drowning me in kisses as his hips picked up speed. I retightened my legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust, snaking my hand between us to grab my cock.

He stopped kissing and knocked my hand away. “Mine,” he said, taking me with a rough, impossibly strong grip.

I was not gonna complain about that.

He kept it simple, stroking me in time with his hip thrusts. Everything about this was so right and good. My body was relaxed and on fire, as if he already knew, intimately, all my sensitive spots.

He went back to kissing my neck, and that was it. I was done. With his colorful hand on my cock, his thick length lighting up my insides, and his lips on the sensitive skin of my neck, I was a goner. My balls and undercarriage pulsed, and my cock jumped as cum shot between us, getting a little bit in his beard. He laughed, intensifying every sensation, both inside and out.

He kept thrusting, milking me, taking me for everything.

“You are so fucking good at that,” I praised, still pushing against him. “You made me come so hard.”

I clenched around him, and he snarled into a murderous look, his body, all his muscles, straining. I wished I could feel the heat of his cum filling me as he pumped his hips, wordless, messy, uncoordinated. He was so strong that, in the end, he banged me up against the headboard. I didn’t mind it, though—a little sexual head trauma was good for the soul.

Finally, he collapsed on top of me, my poor hole aching as he slipped from my body. I groaned, cum-drunk, knowing that I’d be sore in the morning while wishing that he could stay inside me forever.

Best. Sex. Ever.

After a few minutes, he stood, and I pouted.

“No pouting,” he said, caressing my cheek. “Wait here.”

He walked into his bathroom and exited a few minutes later with a freshly rung-out washcloth. Smoothing it over my belly, he kissed me as he cleaned me. No part of me wanted to get out of this bed, even though it probably made me look like a level-one Klingon.

Except.

He snuggled around me, practically pinning me to the bed.

“Stay the night,” he whispered, nuzzling into my neck, the tension bleeding out of his muscles. “That way, we can do this again in the morning.”

He made a good point.

I woke up to a hand on my cock and a large dangerous-looking man sprawled half on top of me.

As much as I loved his hand on me, I had to pee.

I shimmied out from under him, letting him sleep as I did my business, washed my hands, and stole a bit of his toothpaste. When I walked back into the bedroom, he was awake and sitting up with his back against the headboard, grinning at me.

“My turn,” he said, dragging me toward him the second I got close enough.

He kissed me until I saw spots, then got up and walked to the bathroom, his surrealist tattoos and impressive physique on full display.

“If you hadn’t so thoroughly fucked me last night, I would get up right now and bite that ass of yours.”

“Why are you saying that like a threat? I welcome it,” he said, wiggling his ass as he entered the bathroom.

He closed the door and I fell back against the pillows, groaning.

Everything about the way we were together was perfect. So goddamned perfect. He looked—and fucked—like my fantasy serial killer but was one hundred percent cinnamon roll.

As I continued to wax poetic, my phone went off. I winced, remembering—too late—that my ringer was the sound of dogs barking. Definitely changing that right now.

Glancing at the screen, I saw a text from Andrea.

Andrea: So…do I get to keep Dame Judi Dench? Because I will keep her, you realize.

Me: Holy shit, I’m such a bad dog dad. I totally abandoned her at the first sign of dick.

Andrea: laugh emoji Called it! And I already said I’d be happy for her to stay with me. I’m just letting you know I’m about to go into the shop and was planning on dropping her off at your place.

Me: Actually, can you drop her off at the office? I need her for two sessions.

Andrea: You’ve got it, Dr. Lovestruck.

Gideon opened the bathroom door, wearing only a white towel and a smile. I walked over and plant a kissed on him, loving how he held me in his arms.

“I know we wanted a second round this morning,” I said, kneeling before him. “But I have a full schedule of patients today.”

He cupped the back of my head as he pulled off his towel. “I don’t mind making it quick. Besides, I would hate for you to start your day without a solid dose of vitamin D.”

I snorted a laugh, then shut up and swallowed him whole. Mm…clean with an undercurrent of his personal musk. Gideon grunted as I took him to the back of my throat, then he grabbed my hand, sucking on my middle and ring fingers.

He then widened his stance, and I gently circled his hole before pushing the spit-soaked fingers inside him. I then found his prostate and petted it while sucking him in deep.

“Fucking best of both worlds,” he muttered as his hole clenched around my fingers.

I grinned, far too thrilled at having this effect on him. Going deeper, I showed off my complete lack of a gag reflex, swallowing around his head. He cursed, holding my face as he thrust deeper and deeper.

On a shout, he tensed, then spilled down my throat. I tried to swallow every drop of his impressive load, my hand stroking my cock as I tried to keep up. As soon as I’d sucked him dry, he went to his knees and pushed me back, taking me in his mouth. Grazing my balls with his fingertips, he proceeded to suck the soul right out of my body.

I was already close, and his take-charge blow job pushed me over lightning fast. Thrusting out of rhythm, with zero control over the flood of happy hormones, I melted into the floor, completely spent. With one final, tortuous and perfect suck, he pulled off, laughing. Crawling up my body, he kissed me, sharing my taste.

“I’m sorry you have to go, but I hope you hurry back,” he said, pressing his soft lips to my forehead. “Can you wait for me to make you some coffee?”

I shook my head. “I really have to go. Judi Dench is waiting for me at my office.”

He gave me a disgruntled look followed by a wink. My cock twitched. Hard.

“One of these days, you’ll have to tell me how you named your dog after one of the best actors of our time.”

“It’s a deal.”

He stood and reached for my hand, hauling me up. “No, it’s a date.”

I barely stopped myself from giving him a celebratory fist bump. Like, just barely.

I dressed quickly and then shared a lingering kiss with him as we made our way—inefficiently as fuck—to his front door. I so didn’t want to leave, but the reality of my life waited for me. I kissed him one more time before heading out to my car and getting on the road. As I left the magic bubble of his house and joined the morning traffic, though, reality started to creep in. Being in a relationship with a man who couldn’t be around dogs seemed impossible. Yet, I couldn’t imagine walking away just because it was going to be a challenge.

I had no clue how we could make it work, but I hoped he was willing to try.