Not Just A Pretty Face

7. Leonel

***This chapter contains material that is intended for a mature, adult audience. It contains graphic language, explicit sexual content and adult situations. You have been warned.***

When Gideon had told me to sit down, I’d expected to suck his cock and get off with a little verbal -- and if I were really lucky, physical -- spanking.

I hadn’t expected to tempt the hottest and most powerful man in the whole damn agency to fuck me.

But Gideon had been looking at me with the same hunger I felt every time I saw those pretty blue eyes flicker my direction, and I was happy to soak up every ounce of his attention.

And it felt good. No… not just that. It felt incredible.

I was hot shit, and people wanted me. Not just people -- Gideon wanted me. Yeah, that Gideon. The Gideon I’d been watching on Instagram and Facebook and in magazines for five years now.

The moment the plea -- invitation, plea, whatever -- fell from my lips, Gideon pushed up against me, steering me backward and around the chair to the couch against the wall.

I was already burning from head to toe imagining how fucking good the thick cock throbbing against my stomach would feel pushing inside me. Preferably fast and hard and now.

Gideon didn’t disappoint. When we reached the couch, he shoved me down, but he still had one hand on the small of my back to guide me down.

For a second, I was stunned at how sweet the move felt.

Then my lust was back as I wrestled my jeans down over my knees and feet, kicking them aside and trying not to think about how much they probably cost. Gideon followed suit by shrugging the t-shirt off, just to make sure I wasn’t going to get docked a paycheck.

His lips were on my throat again, trailing down toward my collarbone. My whole body flinched and shuddered, and I arched my back when those lips gently ran along my collarbone, sucking it from my shoulder all the way across to the hollow at the base of my throat.

I whimpered, heat surging through my body when Gideon’s lips closed around my nipple and gently sucked one, then the other. A skilled flick of his wet, warm tongue against each pink nub was all it took to have my chest heaving for breath.

“You’re so easy to turn on,” he breathed out, his voice hoarse and so close. The deep rumble of his chest never failed to turn me on. It was damn hard to focus on anything when I heard him practically breathing his sex operator hotline voice into all his phone meetings.

My toes curled into the couch as I moaned my agreement. Thank God for going barefoot during the shoot. One less thing to worry about taking off.

My cock was throbbing again, demanding attention so much I almost ached. Gideon might have been a tease, but I couldn’t handle much more teasing when I’d already been on edge for the gorgeous hunk for three days.

Gideon hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the underwear that pulled tight around my thighs, hauling the soft garment down and off in a swift motion.

I pushed close, hooking my ankles together behind his back while he tore open the condom packet. I curled my fingers into the back of the couch behind me, whimpering again when Gideon gave one or two strokes of both our cocks together in one hand.

Then, he rolled the condom onto his cock in one delicious swoop of his hand from top to base, his eyes flickering half-closed for a moment with pleasure. His hand now slick, he pumped it up and down his shaft a few times.

The plump, round tip of Gideon’s cock pushed inside my tight hole slowly, and I tilted my head back to relish these first few seconds of being filled.