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“You don’t have to,” I whisper.
“I know,” he says, his voice expressing his utter incredulity that anyone could make the great Gideon Ramsay do anything he doesn’t want to. Incredibly I smile, but it dies as he licks a path from the back of my balls to my hole. “I want to,” he whispers.
Then all I can do is moan and rub my cock against the towel as he sends catlike licks around the sensitive rim before suckling the hole.Shit!I groan and rut harder against the mattress. “That’s so good,” I hiss. “Keep going.”
He moans and steps up the pace, coming down on the bed behind me and spreading my cheeks with his big hands. He suckles and kisses me, sending the tip of his tongue inside once the hole slackens a little. I can hear the slurping noises and groans he gives loud in the silent room. A spurt of pre-come dampens the towel. “Oh God, I need …” I stop. “I can’t think,” I finally admit.
“You don’t need to.” He rolls me over and, before I can say anything, he takes the head of my cock into his mouth and starts to suck.
“Oh shit!” I cry out and arch up. “Sorry, sorry,” I whisper frantically as he gags. “I’m so sorry.”
Gideon lifts his head, his face red-cheeked and intent and his eyes dark. “Don’t be,” he says in a low voice. “I like it.” He licks a stripe down my cock before sucking at the base, his hand jacking my length, the way eased by the moisture from his mouth and the oil on his hand. “I’m not very good at this,” he mutters, looking slightly embarrassed. “It’s always been done to me. I didn’t reciprocate very often.”
I stroke his hair back, feeling the dark strands slip through my fingers like rough silk. “You’re doing so well,” I whisper fiercely. “Do anything you like, and I promise I’ll love it.”
He nods, his face intent and focused on me, and I stretch languidly under him, feeling his gaze hot as warm honey on my body. Then my thoughts vanish as he takes me into his mouth further this time and sucks hard. “Oh shit, like that,” I hiss and then there’s no more talk as he sucks my brains out through my cock, jacking it in his warm fist and sucking and licking.
I’d be embarrassed at what a short time I last for, but I’ve got no brainpower left as I feel my balls draw up. “Gid,” I groan. “Coming.”
I intend it to be a warning, but he seems to take it for encouragement, and then I can’t think anymore as I shoot into his mouth, feeling his throat work greedily as he swallows my jizz.
He pulls back when I’ve finished. “Oh God,” I say weakly, raising a feeble hand and feeling it flop back down onto the bed. “I’ll do you when I get back my muscle coordination.”
“What a charming offer,” he says dryly. “Eli, you silver-tongued charmer.”
I laugh. “No, seriously,” I slur. “Give me your cock.”
“No need,” he says, drawing the cover up over me.
I force my eyes open. “What?”
I’m stunned when he leans down and kisses my forehead. “This was about you, not about me. I don’t want to come now. I’m going to make you a plate of food and bring it back to bed so we can have acwtch.” He pronounces the word perfectly. “I want to look after you at the moment.”
“You do that so well,” I say, grabbing his hand and kissing the fingers. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” he says solemnly, and I’m quite sure he isn’t expressing gratitude for me coming down his throat. There’s too much emotion in the words.
I know he won’t say any more, so I reach up pleadingly and we kiss softly, emotion underplaying everything as the afternoon fades into a golden evening and we lie on the bed gilded by the sunlight, cuddled close and talking softly.
This is what a cwtch really means,I think as I look at his happy face and feel his arms around me.
Chapter
Fourteen
You’re like a thirty-nine-year-old toddler. You’ll need a nap soon and a short stay on the naughty step
Gideon
The next morning I wake up and stretch. The sun is beaming through the low window and dancing on the sheets. I turn my head and smile. Eli is sleeping like the dead and, just like normal, he’s spread out over more than half the bed, his arms and legs stretched out like he’s preparing to land on Earth. His head is shoved under the pillow and I know that when he emerges he’ll have a head of hair that’s wilder than Robert Smith’s from The Cure.
I stretch again, feeling the ache in my arse with a smile. After the massage we’d lain cuddled together for a long while, and he’d slipped into sleep easily. However, he’d woken up energised in the middle of the night, and I’d reaped the benefits.
I think back to that moment in the café. He’d been truly impressive: focused and strong and the calm centre of the storm. I associate Eli with sunshine and snark, kindness and a wild strength. Seeing him like that was like seeing a lion in its natural habitat when you’d thought he was a house cat. He was effortlessly in charge.
I’d watched him as he worked and felt a surge of pride. I wanted to shout out that he was mine. My man, my person. But I couldn’t, and the reason for that is starting to loom larger the more important he grows to me. I know a reckoning is coming, but whether I force it is another matter. I’ve always been strangely apathetic about my career, drifting in whatever direction Frankie steered me. Niall and Silas could never understand why I did as I was told when I seemed to be allergic to authority in every other area. They never understood the hold that Frankie has over me.
Had, I should say, because it’s been fading for a while as my dissatisfaction grows. It’s hard to admit that someone you’ve trusted implicitly could be wrong. Makes you call everything into question.
