We Have Till Dawn - Cara Dee Page 0,20

hungrily, turned on by his sensuality, and quickly became hooked on the feel of his tongue along mine.

“Why do you taste of vanilla?” he asked, out of breath.

“I’ve had a shit-ton of ice cream today.”

“Oh.”

I smiled and snaked the tip of my tongue around his, at the same time as I wiggled my ass over his hardening cock. It was enough to derail his thoughts, and he reached for the lube on the nightstand.

I wouldn’t need a lot of it. There was still some slickness from the last round.

This would be better, though. It already was.

“Hngh.” I bit down on my lip as he stroked two wet fingers over my ass. My skin was sensitive. “Fuck, that feels good.”

He hummed and sank his teeth into my shoulder as he pushed both fingers inside, and I couldn’t stop the moan. Experienced or not, he was ferocious and intense in the sack, and it was exactly the kind of sex I craved. It was real and instinctive.

Once I was ready, I lifted up while he gripped his cock, and then I slowly sat down on him. The burn felt different this time. It wasn’t as sharp, and it wasn’t tinged with cold detachment.

Gideon didn’t groan expletives to express how good something felt. I noticed it in his touches and in his breathing pattern instead. He held me almost painfully tightly to him and buried his face against my neck.

“It’s better when it’s real, isn’t it?” I combed my fingers through his hair and kissed his shoulder.

He nodded. “Amazing.”

I tugged at his hair, pulling him back a bit, and captured his mouth with mine.

Now the actual exploring could begin.

Chapter 5

“I should get going,” Gideon muttered drowsily.

“Mmm…” I stretched out next to him and threw a sleepy glance at the alarm clock. “It’s only four. I thought we had till dawn.”

He hummed and dipped down to kiss my chest. “Early meeting.”

Late meetings, too, considering he’d arrived past midnight last night.

Three weeks of my arrangement with Gideon had turned me into a sex addict. Or a Gideon addict. He was still careful not to share anything about his personal life, so I hadn’t shared anything either, though I could tell he had questions. Because now that we no longer disappeared in the darkness—mask gone, curtains open, lights on—I caught him scanning the apartment at times. He’d seen the sheet music I’d worked on at the table, the drafts I’d thrown on the floor, the constant presence of ice cream fixings on the kitchen counter, and the books on autism I’d borrowed from the library. But he never asked.

In turn, it’d made me wanna drop clues about myself, little teasers, which I knew would’ve been a dick move.

I wasn’t actually gonna do it.

I wasn’t gonna ask what he did for a living either, no matter how curious I was.

“Okay.” I nudged him onto his back and kissed my way down his stomach. “Go to work, then.”

I sucked his soft cock into my mouth and peered up at him.

My latest drug was his sleep-laden grin. It was fucking beautiful.

He’d relaxed around me so much lately, and I loved it.

“That’s unfair.” He sighed contentedly and closed his eyes. “I don’t think I can come again.”

Me either. We’d gotten three hours of sleep at the most. The rest of the time had been spent fucking, sucking, fingering, and making out like teenagers.

“I won’t be late tonight,” he murmured.

“Good.” I swirled my tongue around his cock and pushed the head of him against the roof of my mouth.

He tensed up a bit and shook his head, then pushed himself up on his elbows. “Don’t make me hard. You’re too good at that.”

I kissed the tip. “What if I don’t obey like a good little boy?”

His gaze darkened, and he raked his teeth over his bottom lip. “You’re a fantasy come true. And you want as much sex as I do.”

I had noticed that he was freaking insatiable for his age. I’d read about it too. It wasn’t uncommon for autistic people to be kinky or hypersexual, and Gideon certainly ticked both boxes. Speaking of, we should start living out a few of his fantasies. He had no issues talking about them.

The problem was, most of his fantasies took place in public. Gideon definitely had an exhibitionist in him.

“Do you wanna play with me in public tonight?” I asked, licking the length of his cock.

He groaned and fell back against his pillow again, and I couldn’t help but grin victoriously. I