Chapter 17

17

"I have to leave."

That was the third time Gideon had uttered those three words since he'd woken up in André's arms. And like the two previous times, André held on to him tighter, mumbling his disapproval.

They'd spent all night fucking only to open their eyes this morning and go right back at it. Gideon was sore in ways he hadn't been ever. His arms and legs felt like limp fucking noddles, but he didn't care. He didn't want to leave that bed, didn't want to leave André.

"Don't you ever take a day off?" Sprawled on top of Gideon, André's lips brushed against his throat.

Gideon chuckled, running his fingers along the other man's nape. "Day off? For what?"

André released him abruptly and sat up. Gideon didn't like that. He didn't like that André's weight was no longer on him, that his arms were no longer around him, that his breath wasn't washing over his skin, keeping him sweating.

"Are you serious?" André regarded him with a raised eyebrow, expression incredulous. "Gideon, you don't take days off?"

"To do what?" He reached for André, smoothing a hand down one shoulder, a smile building when André's eyes softened, lashes lowering. Underneath the covers, Gideon's shaft perked up, fighting for its life, wanting another go at sliding right back inside André's tight heat.

At his question, André blew out a breath, shaking his head.

"Hey." Gideon squeezed him gently. "What?"

"Take the day off. Spend it with me."

"I can't. I have meetings." He had to go back downstairs to see Ennis. Plus, he had to check in on how the hunt was going for Sienna fucking Canto. There was that other person he'd tasked the team with finding…

"You can." André leaned over, cupping Gideon's face. "You're Gideon Winters, you can do anything. Including take a day off to spend with me." His expression faltered for an instant. "Unless that's not what you want."

The only thing Gideon wanted was him. In any way he could get him. He closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to André's. "What would we do?" he asked. "If I cancel my meetings and play hooky with you, what would we do?"

André shrugged, eyes shining. "You have a whole cinema downstairs. We can watch movies, play games, eat junk food?—"

"With Jules?"

André blinked and swallowed before he nodded. "Yeah," he answered huskily. "With Jules."

Gideon kissed him again, grabbing the back of his head and delving between his soft lips with a groan. André whimpered, his hands falling to grip Gideon's shoulders. Gideon was lost in him, in the taste of him, shuddering when André's tongue twisted around his.

He was the best kisser Gideon ever had. The best everything. Because André did it all with reverence, with newness, with his entire being. He was a full-on experience that Gideon wanted to immerse himself in. He wanted to sink into him until he was submerged up to the top of his head in André.

When the other man fell backward on the bed, Gideon tore away the sheets wrapped around them and climbed him. André's eager legs did what they'd done all night—what they'd been doing all morning—they parted for him. And as they were both naked, their bodies came together, lining up perfectly.

Gideon hissed when their cocks bumped and rubbed.

"Mmm, fuck. Gideon." André arched for him, hips jerking. "I want you again but fuck, I'm sore."

Gideon ignored the thrill of satisfaction that shot through him. He had spent a long time inside André. "You're not the only one who likes getting fucked, you know." He dropped an openmouthed kiss on André's jaw, still rolling his hips as they rubbed against each other. "My body's right here," he murmured against André's lips. "Waiting to be used by you."

"Oh, I—" André blinked up at him, cupping the back of his head to hold him still. "I didn't know if you—if you bottomed."

It'd been a while, but— "I do. Do you top?"

"I've never, no."

Who the hell had he been with that none of his previous lovers wanted to feel him inside them? Fucking idiots. "Do you want to?" Gideon asked him.

André swallowed with an audible click. "Yes."

Gideon smirked and planted a loud kiss on his lips before easing away from him and sitting back on his haunches. "Then grab the lube." Which he seriously hoped wasn't all done with the way they'd been using it.

As André did what Gideon asked, Gideon got onto his stomach on all fours. Ass in the air. Knees apart. Back arched so André could see him, all of him. He glanced over his shoulder to find André with the lube in his hand, mouth agape, gaze trained exactly where Gideon wanted.

"Stretch me," Gideon ordered throatily. "I want to feel you and I don't want to wait."

That first touch, André's trembling fingers skating over his hole, had him drawing in a deep breath and fisting the sheets. Then the finger pushed in.

"Hmm." That groan was deep and rattling. "Yes. Fuck, baby. I need more of those digits. One isn't enough."

"Gideon." André breathed his name.

"Fuck me with your fingers." Gideon was trying for an order, but that came out sounding like desperate begging.

"You're so tight." André's voice was filled with wonder as he added another lubed finger, sinking slowly into Gideon.

Gideon moaned, eyes closed, forehead pressed to the pillow. "Because no one's been there for a very long time. I've been waiting," he confessed. "Waiting for you." He'd never been a big talker when it came to sex, but André brought that out in him and he just wanted to be vocal, to ensure the other man knew the power he held, the control he had over Gideon.

Lips brushed his lower back as André's thrusts got more confident and he delved deeper.

"Ah fuck. Yesss. " Gideon rocked his hips, fucking the bed, grinding his leaking cock into the mattress as he trembled, moaning. "Yes. Harder, baby. I won't break."

André clearly believed him because he started fucking Gideon in earnest, those digits digging deep, sending fire shooting through Gideon's body. His cock leaked as he clenched around André's fingers. They were good, but they weren't enough.

"Come inside me." His voice trembled but he didn't care. He lifted his head, blinking to clear his vision as he looked over his shoulder. André's teeth were in his bottom lip, nostrils flared, heavy gaze locked on where his fingers were disappearing inside of Gideon. "André, come inside."

His head jerked up then, movements stilling. "You're sure?"

Fuck, there wasn't anything Gideon was more sure of than this moment. "Yes." And he watched, muscles straining, body aching, clenching, as André slicked himself up, then took his shaft in hand and brought it to Gideon's entrance.

He pressed in.

"Unnghh." Gideon's head fell forward and his eyes closed.

"F-fuck." Clenched around Gideon's hips, André's fingers trembled. "Gideon."

"I know. Breathe for me." Because he did understand the lust-filled panic in André's voice. And as much as he wanted to keep his eyes closed and give himself over to the insane pleasure threatening a knockout, he forced himself to focus on André, to guide him because this was his first time. "Keep going. Keep going for me." Just the head was in and that was already so much, heavy and thick, stretching Gideon with a sting, but he didn't mind it.

He liked it.

Liked it even more when André shifted and sank in a little bit more. Since André was pressed up against the back of Gideon's thighs, Gideon felt his body shake, felt the moan that traveled through the other man's core and fell from his lips.

"All the way in." Gideon's voice was a mess, husky, filled with the struggle of his restraint. "I want you all the way in, baby. Fuck, you feel so good."

André made a sobbing sound, hips flexing, continuing forward until finally, he bottomed out. Gideon squeezed his eyes shut, knuckles aching as he fisted the sheets. He was full, body stretched to fit, to wrap around André's thickness.

"Gideon." André's lips brushed against the middle of Gideon's back, nails digging into him.

"Move." Yes, he was just plain begging now. Ass pushing back on André, rolling. "You've got me face down with my ass up for you. Fuck me the way you want to." It was the way Gideon wanted him to.

André eased back, drawing a deep, drawn-out moan from Gideon, then he thrust right back in.

"Fuck!" Gideon yelped. "More, fuck. Don't stop." He rocked back on the dick inside him, clenching around it. "That's it.

"Shit, Gideon." He'd found his stride, and they both rode it, André driving in and out of him, strokes hard and punishing. "I can't—So good."

"Mmm, yeah." But good didn't do it justice. The sound of their bodies slapping together, the rocking of the bed, the ache in Gideon's joints. Fuck, even the burn and stretch. He loved it. He shifted upward until he was on his knees. André clung to him, an arm around his middle to hold him in place, the other in his hair as he fucked Gideon.

Deep and hard, nailing his spot. Every one of Gideon's nerve endings roared out their pleasure.

He took himself in hand, stroking, fucking his fist as André lit him up from the inside out. "Harder," he demanded. "Harder." Sitting down would be uncomfortable later, but he didn't care. His grunts got louder, mixing with André's breathless cries. "You feel that?" He bore down. Clenching on André, reaching out for him with his free hand when the other man cried out, movements faltering. He wrapped his arm around André's neck. "You feel that? That's how you feel to me. That's how I know I would kill for you. That's how I know I would die for you." He jerked himself off harder, faster, toes digging into the mattress, ass rippling around André, who sank his teeth into Gideon's shoulder. "Fuck, yeah, mark me up."

"Please! I can't— I'm gonna—" André choked and Gideon turned his head. André's mouth was right there.

"Come," he whispered against André's lips. "Dump all of it inside me." André's breath hitched and Gideon kissed him, swallowing his cries, feeling all of it when André let go, when he came, ribbons of heat shooting deep inside him.

It triggered Gideon and he came then too, a hoarse cry tearing from his throat as he bucked into his fist, filling his palm with cum. His hips kept jerking, ass kept clenching, and André remained plastered to his back, twitching dick still inside him even as cum dripped down Gideon's ass and the backs of his thighs.

His body gave out and he crashed forward, onto his stomach.

But André remained inside him, on top of him.

Their heavy, desperate pants filled the room, their sweat-slicked bodies spasming with aftershocks. Gideon's throat burned and felt raw. Hell, every part of him felt raw.

"Are you okay?" he managed to ask after a long while.

"Fuck." André chuckled and the movement forced his softened shaft to slide out of Gideon. They both hissed. When André settled beside him on the bed, Gideon grabbed him, tugging him to his side. "I feel like you wrung me dry."

Gideon grinned. "Good."

André rolled his eyes but Gideon simply kissed him on the nose just as his phone went off. André sighed and went to move away, but Gideon held on to him as he retrieved the phone from the nightstand. Seeing it was Samir calling, he brought it to his ear while holding André's gaze. "Yeah."

"He's here."

"Okay. Give me ten." He hung up and told André, "I'll spend the day with you."

André's eyes widened. "You will?"

"With you and Jules, but I have this one meeting I need to take." He brushed his lips over André's. "I won't be long. Twenty minutes tops."

"Okay."

Gideon deepened the kiss, then pulled away. "Jules will decide what we do."

André barked a laugh. "I feel like you'll come to regret that decision."

Getting off the bed, Gideon chuckled. "I trust Jules." He gave André a wink as he made his way to the bathroom to wash up. He didn't have time for a shower, not that he wanted one. He quite liked the idea of feeling André's cum inside him as he went to this particular meeting.

Back in the bedroom, André remained in bed while Gideon quickly got dressed. And after another lingering kiss, Gideon left him there, with their sex still written all over his body.

Samir waited for him outside in the hallway, a smirk on his stupid face.

"Finally took my advice, I see."

"Fuck off." But that only had Samir chuckling. Gideon grinned at him as they made their way downstairs. The sexual part of his and Samir's relationship didn't last for very long, and he was grateful for that because they were better friends than lovers. "Where'd you have them put him? He came alone?"

"In your office. And yep."

"Okay." He released a sigh, brushing his hair away from his forehead. "I need coffee."

"I'll have someone bring it up," Samir told him.

He also needed a soak to deal with his aching body. But that would have to wait. Whenever he got around to taking a bath, André would be right there with him.

They arrived at his office to find Kaleb and Will standing outside, acting as guards.

Will looked him over, her lips twitching. "Busy night?"

Kaleb snickered.

Gideon flipped them off and strode past, walking into his office. One man stood there waiting for him. Tall and skinny, with a bald head and dark brown skin, dressed in a gray sweater and khaki slacks. He met Gideon's gaze with rounded eyes peering through thick-rimmed glasses.

"Gideon Winters? Holy shit!"

Gideon nodded. "That's me. And you're Ty Levins. I've heard a lot about you." Because he was a fucking nuisance. And André's ex.