Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 103918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
When Gideon set a plate of food in front of me fifteen minutes later, I was ravenous. I also didn't care about the prospect of embarrassing myself by struggling with eating the spaghetti. I figured at this point that Gideon had seen me at my weakest on multiple occasions and he was still here.
It wasn't until my plate was empty just a couple of minutes later that I realized how quickly I'd inhaled the food.
"You want some more?" Gideon asked.
Normally, I wasn't a big eater and I rarely splurged on heavy meals with lots of carbs, but I quickly nodded and said, "I guess I'll have to find a way to burn off the extra calories tonight." It wasn't until several seconds later that I replayed the words in my own head and quickly sputtered, "I mean, with exercise. Like the kind you do in a gym, not in a be—"
I caught myself before I said the word bed, but it didn't matter because I could hear Gideon chuckling as he loaded my plate up with more pasta. I had no clue what possessed me to do it, but I grabbed a noodle off the plate and threw it in his direction. The noodle hadn’t had any sauce on it yet, so I figured it wouldn't cause much damage, stain-wise.
The chuckling stopped abruptly. Not five seconds later, something hit me in the chest with a splat. I knew even without touching it that it was spaghetti with sauce. "Oh my God," I said in disbelief. "You're so going to pay for that."
I grabbed a handful of noodles, but before I could even throw them at Gideon, there was another splat. This time, the spaghetti hit me in the neck. "You were saying?" Gideon said.
I launched myself in his direction, doing my best not to hit the table in the process. I somehow ended up in Gideon's lap, though I figured he had a hand in it because I doubted I would've been able to accomplish that particular position on my own. I went to shove the noodles in his face, but then his mouth was on mine. The kiss was soul stealing and I completely lost myself in it. It wasn't until Gideon broke the kiss that I said, "You don't play fair." Then I mashed the noodles in his face.
Gideon laughed heartily, and then he pulled my mouth down to his. I kissed him again, though I had to push a stray noodle out of my way to get complete possession of his mouth. All the humor from our impromptu food fight disappeared as the kiss went on and on. Gideon's hands were on my ass as he held me on his lap while mine were wrapped around his neck and threaded through his hair. I knew what a scene we must've made, the two of us covered in spaghetti, but I didn't care. The hunger I had for Gideon was like nothing I'd ever known before. Its intensity frightened me, but there was no stopping it either. The best I could do was live in the moment and not think about the consequences.
As the need between us spiraled out of control, I once again found myself reaching for the button on Gideon's jeans. I expected him to stop me, but to my surprise, he responded by doing the same thing to my pants. We had each other's cocks free within a matter of seconds. I pumped my hand up and down Gideon’s shaft as I ate at his mouth. He did the same to me, the only difference being that with my pants loose, his big hand was free to plunge down the back of my waistband to explore. Between his pointer finger teasing my crease and his other hand gripping my dick, I knew I wasn't going to last. "Gideon," I breathed between kisses. I gripped his hair hard so he wouldn't try to escape my hold.
But he did no such thing. Instead, he used his hand down my pants to pull me forward so my cock was riding his. I cried out when he swatted my hand away and wrapped his thick fingers around both of us at the same time. With him controlling our lower bodies and me taking over his mouth and using it any and every way I wanted, we chased our orgasms like our very lives depended on it.
I cried out into his mouth when I came. It was hard and fast and painfully gorgeous. My whole body shook as I shot one load after another. "Fuck," I groaned as I ground my hips against Gideon's. His hand continued to work me as he worked himself, so when he came, my own body jerked with a violent aftershock. The sensation of Gideon's release dripping over my crown had me crashing my mouth back down on Gideon's. I kissed him for all I was worth because I knew at that point, I couldn't have come up with the right words to explain what I was feeling anyway.