Page 11 of Evil Beautiful

It pissed me off and strangely made me feel sad. Sad that I would never have the opportunity to get to know him. And sad that his attentions was on some other man and not me.

Strange had gone off to chat with some friends and when she finally got back to the table I had had enough. I wanted to go home. She gave me a teasing little grin but said nothing as we left.

Walking out I threw one last look Gideon’s way, but his attention was on the other man and he still hadn’t noticed me.

It sucked, but what could you do, it is what it is. Sometimes there was a mutual attraction between people but due to timing or circumstances it never went anywhere.

This was one of those times.

We didn’t go directly home but stopped off to get something to eat and it was late when I eventually got home.

Getting out of the car I waved as Strange drove off then went inside.

I walked in and just had to undo the tight as hell pants and I sighed with relief. I walked into the lounge to turn off the lamps with my pants undone.

And that’s when I saw him. Sitting in the corner of the lounge with the light falling over him. His eyes looked like green fire as he looked at me.

Gideon.

Gideon was in my house. In my lounge.

How?

“Come here.” He ordered.

I don’t know why I listened, but I did.

Holding on to my pants I slowly walked to him, stopping a couple of steps away, but he beckoned me closer. I shuffled closer, but apparently not close enough.

Reaching out he took hold of my pants and pulled me until I stood between his legs. Running his hard hands up over the edges of my pants he pulled them down over my thighs to my calves.

And I just stood there and let him.

His warm hard hands stroked up over my thighs, over my hips and slid back to cup my ass. I shuddered as he pulled my ass cheeks slightly apart but then he stopped. He held my cheeks like that and squeezed, hard, before he slowly loosened his grip, but he didn’t let go, he still held on to me. His fingers digging ever so slightly into the flesh of my ass.

“Take off your shirt.”

I did so without thinking, throwing it onto the couch.

“What were you doing at my club?” His voice was deep and rough and before I could answer he leant forward and licked from the base up to the head and swirled his tongue around it. His lips barely touched the head and his warm breath gusted over me.

I jerked and moaned and tried to push into his mouth but he pulled away, lifted a hand and swatted my ass. Hard. It hurt but at the same time it had me trembling with want.

“Answer me.” It was definitely an order and I looked down at him in wonder.

He was dressed in a dark charcoal suit and the look on his face was one of utter control. He was the one in control and I, I was his willing subject.

“A friend invited me.” I whispered.

“Kneel.” His hands left my ass and I wanted to moan in disappointment.

My knees bent and then I was down, on the carpet, kneeling between his legs. That’s when I saw he had unzipped himself at some stage. His cock with its reddish purple head and weeping slit was right there, a big hand wrapped around it and stroking lazily up and down. But the best thing about it?

Was the piercings.

He had a neat Jacob’s ladder and a dydoe. I couldn’t wait to run my tongue over them.

“Do you want it?” He asked softly.

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