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Chapter sixteen

Take Me, Dear Leader

Kylie

O h my god!

A tsunami of pleasure slammed into me. My fingers slid into Gideon’s feather-soft dark hair and grabbed tight. This man and his tongue—his glorious, marvelous, fucking depraved tongue—delivered stroke after earth-shattering stroke against my clit. He ate my pussy as if it was his favorite delicacy and he couldn’t help but gorge.

He plunged his tongue inside, thrusting in and out of my pussy.

“Gideon,” I cried, tossing my head back. The pleasure was so intense I worried I’d become addicted. My leg trembled from holding myself upright. A supersonic force of bliss raced through my veins.

God, I needed to come so badly. I was so close. Just a little more friction, and I would implode.

“Just trust me and hold on,” he roughly murmured. Then he latched that talented, hungry mouth onto my pussy.

The possessive look in his eyes made something seize inside my chest. Was it wrong that I wanted him to own me? Even as guilt swam in my chest because I still wanted Axel. And the thought of being with both at the same time filled my mind as Gideon’s tongue thrust deep.

Rocking my hips as he fucked me with his tongue, I issued a garbled moan.

It was so good. The pleasure…god, the pleasure.

Gideon lashed my clit. He kept his passionate gaze open and on me like he was testing which movement made me lose myself the most.

He issued a series of fast brushes, flicking his tongue against the swelling bud. Then switched to lazily circling the distended bud until I worried I would dissolve on the spot.

But then he suctioned my clit into the hot cavern of his mouth, and I was a goner. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I rocked my hips against his mouth, aching for more friction.

“Please,” I begged.

“Not yet. Give me more.” He growled and went after my pussy like a starving man.

Each swipe of his tongue against my clit drove me wild. I descended into a frenzy. One where desire reigned and clouded everything. And this man, the head of my security team, became the focal point of my universe.

How could he not? He stripped me bare one delicious stroke of his tongue at a time.

Gripping his hair, I watched his dark head between my thighs. I couldn’t get over the sensual look on Gideon’s face. Like he was doing this for his pleasure instead of mine. And it was deeply arousing.

Though the haze of lust had taken hold, I hadn’t forgotten about Axel and his exquisite lovemaking. Quite the opposite. I relished the difference in their touches. Whereas Axel had worried he would hurt me given the sheer magnitude of his size, Gideon wasn’t worried at all. If anything, he challenged me with his ardent passion.

“Please, Gideon, I need to come,” I pleaded, near tears my need was so immense.

At my imploring, he growled and amped up his fervent attack. He went from sixty to a hundred in three point five milliseconds, plunging his tongue inside me again and again. I rode his face, grinding my sex against his wicked tongue. My body trembled. My climax neared.

He sucked my swollen bud into his mouth and bit down. The explosion was instantaneous. Ecstasy flooded me in lacerating waves.

“Gideon,” I wailed as my pussy quaked around his thrusting tongue. The leg holding me upright buckled.

He caught me in his strong arms and pulled me onto his lap. I straddled his muscular thighs and clutched at his massive arms, whimpering at the wicked sensations of his thick shaft intimately pressed against me. Those big hands cradled my face as if I were precious to him. But that couldn’t be right. He barely knew me.

But then his mouth captured mine in a torrid kiss, scattering my thoughts with every deft, sure stroke of his tongue. I moaned at the dark decadence of tasting myself on his lips.

Even with aftershocks still rippling through me from my spine-tingling orgasm, I craved more. More of his passion, more of his touch, just more of him. His beard scraped against my lips. And his hands slid down my back to cup my butt as he ground his hips, dragging his length back and forth against my swollen pussy. I rocked my hips in time with his wicked thrusts.

God, I needed him inside me.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed him. Reaching down, I slid a hand between our torsos and delved beneath his shorts. I clasped my hand around his shaft. He was long, almost as long as Axel, with a slight curve toward the tip. I stroked him. He was so fucking hard as he thrust into my hand. Gideon growled into my mouth as I pumped my hand up and down his length.

But the intimate foreplay wasn’t enough by a longshot.

I craved the fullness of his cock inside me. I needed all of him. I tore my mouth away, breaking the kiss and panting. “Need you. Inside me.”

Gideon winced as his hand trailed down to my pussy and began teasing my hard bud. “I don’t have a condom on me. You’ll have to do with my mouth and fingers.”

“No. I’m clean and on the pill. Just fuck me already,” I begged. Desperate. Aching. I didn’t want to consider the consequences. Those would come later. Much later. And it would do nothing to assuage the soul-deep ache he had created.

“Are you sure?” Gideon appeared poised on a precipice. His face was sharp as a blade. His eyes searched my face for any hint of uncertainty.

But he would get none from me. I yearned too fiercely and nodded. “Yes.”

His gaze turned downright depraved and hooded with lust. Then he lifted me off his lap. “I want you on your knees, resting your torso over the bench.”

I scrambled to obey. He was giving me what I wanted. There was no way I would let the opportunity pass me by.

“Lose the bra.”

At the growled command, I tore the offending garment off, then positioned myself over the smooth black leather workout bench. Spreading my thighs, I tilted my hips up in invitation. Beckoning him to take me, to make me his in the most elemental of ways.

I waited. Breathless. Aroused.

Was he just teasing me only to deny me? Why was he taking so long?

But then the smooth head of his shaft pressed against my entrance. I whimpered, shifting, trying to angle my body to take him inside. Gideon took command and gripped my hips, holding me steady. Mewls escaped my lips.

With a muttered curse, Gideon breached my entrance like a battering ram. Stars erupted behind my closed lids at the brutal force. He drove inside me until his balls slapped against my clit. I moaned at the fullness, at the wicked pleasure humming through me.

God, the pleasure of having him inside me was immeasurable.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded with a rough growl. He had the sexiest damn voice.

I lifted my heavy lids and moaned at the sight that greeted me. It was us in the gym mirror. I saw myself bent over the bench with Gideon’s massive body behind me. And the carnal darkness in his eyes held me captivated. I watched the lust dripping from his face. Gideon thrust deep, gliding past that bundle of nerves inside me. Gripping the bench, I had never been so aroused in all my life.

The way he moved. How his abs flexed as he delivered a series of slow, brutal strokes that had me thrusting my hips back. I was primed for detonation.

“More,” I begged him. “Fuck me like you’re mad at me.”

As much as I was enjoying his slow fucking, I didn’t want slow or gentle. I wanted him to obliterate my pussy. I needed his fury and his passion.

At my pleading, his countenance darkened. His gaze shone with primal need. He drove inside me so hard he smacked the lip of my womb, and pleasure-pain sliced through my system. It was too good. The ecstasy was too intense.

With a rough snarl, he pumped his hips, slamming his cock into me with a brutality that stole all rational thought. Everything but Gideon faded. I craved his violent delights.

Undulating, I met his fervent thrusts, never losing sight of the lewd spectacle in the mirror. His face contorted with incendiary pleasure as he fucked me. He grunted and hammered my pussy. The wet, suctioning smack of my juices filled the air with his rumbling grunts and my whimpered moans.

“Harder, Gideon. I need more.”

“Christ, you’re an exquisite fuck. You like taking my cock without any barrier between us like a dirty little slut.”

“Yes.” I cried. My tits swayed with every thrust.

His thumb grazed against my back channel entrance, just a brief swipe, and it was like someone poured gasoline on a five-alarm fire.

I went wild, bucking against his hips and pounding shaft. This man unmade me. Turned me into a carnal being with no other purpose than to fuck.

“Ever have a man here, honey?”

“No.” I shook my head. Carlos had been straight-up missionary with nothing outside those lines, not even when he forced me.

He drew some of my cream up to my back hole and pressed his thumb against the taut ring of muscle. I didn’t know how it would feel. Whether I would like the sensation of his thumb in my forbidden hole or not.

But god. God!

Never in a million years did I expect this complete incineration. Nerve endings went wild with rapturous pleasure until I felt as if I had been towed out to sea and floated in a sea of bliss.

“Gideon,” I wailed while he thrust his thumb in and out of my ass while he fucked my pussy with unrepentant enthusiasm.

“Fuck. Fuck, you’re amazing. The way your pussy squeezes me is driving me insane.” He leaned over my back, never breaking eye contact in the mirror, only to growl into my ear. “I will be the first man to take your virgin ass.”

My pussy clenched. I groaned at his dark promise.

“Say it. Swear that I can claim your ass first,” he ruthlessly snarled, ramming his shaft again and again.

“My ass is yours, Gideon,” I cried, unable to think beyond this moment with him and my nearing climax. The thought of his cock in my ass left me breathless.

“That’s right.” He punctuated each word with a teeth-rattling thrust that left me moaning for more. “Your ass is mine. But first, I’m gonna make you come all over my cock. Think I should let you come?”

“Yes. Please. Do it. Do me.” I was so far gone I babbled, pleading for surcease.

And Gideon delivered in spades, as if making me come was his primary mission. His groans and grunts grew louder. He roughly pounded his cock again and again. My lids grew heavy. Pleasure tightened with every stroke. He drove my body higher and higher.

Between one breath and the next, my body drew the exquisite tension in like a black hole sucking up every particle in its vicinity before the cataclysmic explosion rocked my entire foundation.

“Gideon.” I wailed, not caring if the others heard us. My pussy pulsed around his thrusting shaft. The climax rocked my body to its core. Wave upon wave slammed into me, turning me into a trembling, quaking mess. And his fervent strokes extended the life of my climax.

“Fuck, Kylie,” Gideon roared, pumping furiously as he spilled rope upon rope of semen, filling my pussy until his pleasure was spent.

He held me. We were breathing heavily, our hearts racing from our exertions. Gideon pressed a kiss against my neck as he stirred.

“Kylie.”

I finally lifted my heavy lids and turned my face toward him. “Yeah?”

He stared like he had never seen me before. Like he couldn’t believe we found ourselves like this and wanted more. “Are you all right with this? I know it already happened and we can’t take it back. But I also don’t want you to think I took advantage.”

I pressed my lips against his mouth in response. The fact that he cared what I thought and felt about our interlude meant the world to me. After years of Carlos telling me what I would do and when, not caring whether I wanted something, his concern wormed its way past my defenses.

I realized we didn’t know each other well. But with his question, I wanted to know him. Even though I thought the same about Axel, along with a mound of guilt because I just screwed his colleague and friend.

He broke the kiss. “I need your words, honey.”

“I’m more than all right with it. I’m wondering when we can do that again.” I looked at his ruggedly handsome face with my bottom lip between my teeth.

Lust simmered in his eyes. “Good. I want that too.”

He smacked my rump and finally withdrew. Then he helped me dress, considering my legs didn’t want to work any longer and had the consistency of cooked spaghetti. I was punch drunk on my double orgasm workout.

And when I would have stumbled and fallen, Gideon scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me from the gym up to my room and bed. He laid me beneath the covers, pressing a kiss against my forehead.

“Get some sleep,” he sternly ordered.

But I was already starting to drift off.

After years of not having my pleasure matter to my husband, who had the gall to tell me I was nothing but a vessel for his lust, being with two men who had put my pleasure, my enjoyment, front and center made me greedy for more.

And as I fell asleep, I wondered if I could keep them both.