Page 38 of Wrap Around (Forbidden Goals #7)

GIDEON

I watch in real time as Silas' pupils dilate, eye color darkening to a gold-flecked molten chocolate. His chest stops moving when he pulls in a breath and holds it.

With my eyes on his, I try to silently convey everything I'm feeling.

It's more than just I'm sorry and I'm going to make this right .

I want him to know I'm going to spend the rest of my life showing him the good.

That I'll give him anything. Everything.

That I'm his to command. His to rule over, to punish, to love.

Just his . There might have been others between the time I left him and when he found me again, but they didn't mean anything.

They were nameless, faceless figures who honestly just made me feel sadder when it was over.

I was searching for something that didn't exist—a way to forget.

They were nothing, and he was and still is everything.

I'm going to make you feel so damn good, you'll forget I ever hurt you.

The linoleum is hard under my knees, but I can't feel anything but the blood rushing through my veins. I feel so goddamned alive. And when I pull his jeans down to the tops of his thighs and see the dark wet spot in the front of his briefs, my tongue just about lolls out. Saliva floods my mouth.

Silas expels the breath he was holding when I press my lips to the front of his underwear. My eyes flick up. He's beet red and looking up at the ceiling. Is he embarrassed?

"You're so wet for me," I say, my voice scraping against the lust overtaking my whole body and coming out gravelly and low.

"So fucking sexy," I say, making sure he knows what that little wet spot does to me.

I kiss the spot again, then part my lips slightly and suck the fabric between them.

My eyes roll back, and I moan as I suck his flavor from the cotton.

Confession? I don't like sucking dick. Or I didn't. The few times I've done it have been unpleasant. But suddenly I can't wait to get him in my mouth, on my tongue, down my throat.

My fingers trail up his hips to grip the waistband of his dark maroon briefs, and I peel them down until his gorgeous cock is bobbing in front of my face.

He's leaking for me, pulsing slightly with each thrum of his heartbeat.

I look up at him from my knees, my lips so close to his cock that all I really have to do is stick out my tongue.

I do, lapping up the dripping precum from his slit.

He twitches and his head hits the door. His mouth is slack and his eyes are glazed, looking somewhere between disbelief and awe.

Watching him for signs of what he might like or dislike, I wrap my hand around the wide base of his cock and stroke up, then down, once.

Just enough to expand and contract his foreskin and push out another drop of sticky fluid from the tip.

I lick from the base this time, running my tongue up the thick vein that runs up the bottom of his shaft, wrapping my lips around the tip when I get there.

I suck gently, as if from a very large straw, pulling out tiny spurts of liquid.

He groans, loud and drawn out, as I sink lower down his shaft.

Slowly, I work myself up and down his length, taking him a little farther back with each stroke .

No longer holding his breath, Silas' chest rises and falls rapidly with heavy pants.

"Gideeeeoonnnn," he moans, stretching my name like a prayer. I have to press my hand into the front of my jeans to get my cock to calm down before I bust in my pants.

I want to keep tasting and playing with him, exploring every vein, ridge, and wrinkle of his foreskin.

He's close, riding the edge, abs taut with tension as he tries to hold back.

Instead of drawing it out for myself, I lean into it.

This is the first bit of real pleasure I've been able to give him, but it damn sure as hell won't be the last.

Silas chokes out a warning just before his cock pulses on my tongue and a rush of hot cum jets into my mouth.

It's surprising for me how much I like it in my mouth and sliding down my throat.

I haven't liked that in the past, even the idea of it made me gag, but Silas tastes good.

Sweet, with a salty tinge that makes me want to keep swallowing, to guzzle it down by the gallon, until my stomach is so full it's swollen.

I suck him through each pulse of his orgasm, trying to draw it out. I want more, but I can tell he's growing sensitive. I pull off him, but hold him steady with one hand, licking every bit of him clean as he watches on with soft, almost crossed eyes.

By the time I'm standing, he looks so innocent and sweet, eyes blinking back at me in wonder, so filled with gratitude for something so simple.

"Can I kiss you?" I ask softly, making sure he knows it's okay to say no. A lot of people don't like that. I never did. Then again, I never really kissed my hookups.

Silas nods and kisses me greedily. I could cry from relief when he reaches for me, pulling me into him and fumbling with the button until he can get my pants open.

As soon as his hand wraps around me, I'm thrusting into his fist, coming with a pained groan.

I'm too overcome with how fucking good it feels to be embarrassed, but I know I will be later.

For now, I give in to the need to rut into him like an animal while my cum coats his hand and makes it slippery enough for me to fuck his fist. I suck breaths directly from his mouth and he swallows my moans.

I'm shaking through the aftershocks when a loud knock startles me. I choke, muffling a moan into Silas’ shoulder.

"Shep? Is that you?"

Closing my eyes tightly, I breathe through my nose, my body still riding the waves of intense pleasure. Hips jerking wildly, I lean against Silas, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

"Dude, are you sick?"

Oh, Jesus, please go away. Please go away. This is NOT the time to be a good friend, Leif!

"Yeah," I choke out, turning my head so my voice isn't muffled. "I'm uh—I'll be okay. I just need a minute."

"Is it something you ate, or did you drink too much?" he calls through the door, sounding worried.

"Um, I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't have mixed beer and liquor," I say, thinking fast. I let out a shaky breath as I thrust slowly into Silas' grip once more and feel a small huff of what I'm assuming is laughter against the side of my neck.

"Do you need anything? Glass of water or a washcloth on your neck?"

I straighten and look at Silas in horror. He wants to come in here? Both of us look around frantically, but there's nowhere to hide. The shower has a frosted glass door that wouldn't obscure anything, and he wouldn't fit in the cabinet under the sink. If Franks comes in here, we're fucked .

Silas' eyes widen, as if to ask what we're going to do. I make a face. How am I supposed to know?!

A fucking audible whimper falls out of my mouth when Silas releases my cock and pulls his hand out of my pants.

"Shit, Shep. You must really be sick. I think one of the trainers is here, want me to go get her?"

It is simply not possible for me to conjure up an answer.

I swear my brain is swelling. Silas fucking Caldwell just pulled his hand off my cock, and is holding it up in front of his face.

It's covered in cum, and he's just holding it up, examining it with the most curious expression on his face.

I cannot figure out what to say to Franks, and I cannot figure out what Silas is thinking about his handful of my spunk in front of his face. Did he just smell it?

Oh, Fuck.

His tongue snakes out and tentatively dips into the puddle of mess he's cradling in his palm.

"Silas!"

His name propels itself from my chest involuntarily, sounding somewhere between a whine and a whisper-shout.

It's an expulsion of the flare of lust that sparks through me, and maybe an admonishment, because he can't do that now!

But he fucking does it again! He pulls his tongue back in his mouth and rolls it around in his mouth like he's tasting the flavor.

"You want me to go find Silas?" If anything, Franks sounds even more concerned than he did before.

I should be worried about him getting caught with a fist full of my jizz, but suddenly all I want is to know if he likes it. If he likes the taste of the orgasm he pulled out of me.

His eyes meet mine, and he smirks as he sucks a finger into his mouth. I groan breathlessly .

"That's a yes? I should go find Silas?"

Fucking fuck! I keep forgetting our teammate is on the other side of this door, with no idea that he's mere inches from finding me with my pants down and my brother-in-law slurping my cum like he packed it as a snack earlier and just realized he's hungry. God fucking damn it.

I wheeze. "Uh, yeah. Please?"

"Okay, hang tight buddy. I'll go find him and bring him up here, yeah?"

"Uh, N-no, that's okay," I stutter, trying to regain some of my faculties and come up with a plan. "Can you just see if he's ready to go or if he wants to catch a ride with someone else? I think he was outside. Tell him I'll meet him at my truck in ten if he's leaving with me."

"Sure, no problem. I'll be right back, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

At the first sign of steps moving away from the door, I surge forward. My fingers slide into Silas' hair so I can cradle his skull, keep him still, while I plunder his mouth almost violently. I want to taste what I taste like on his tongue.

It takes me far too long to pull away, and really, I only do it because Silas has the presence of mind to push me off him.

Right.

I kiss him again, gentler this time but still filthy, trying to get words out between swipes of my tongue. "Go now. Straight to the truck. If he sees you coming down the stairs, say you're looking for me and act like you just got there."