Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 126589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
She lifted her soda and took a thirsty gulp, hoping it would cool her down. But when the pace of his stroking on the ridge in that napkin increased, so did her heartbeat and breathing.
This was ludicrous. She’d never before been so affected by a man. And right now, it felt like he was stroking her to orgasm without laying a single finger on her.
She loathed how nonchalant he appeared to be. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and yet he could carry on a perfectly normal conversation while she sat here with every part of her body throbbing and aching.
Well…to hell with that!
“I slaughtered you the last time, Gideon,” Cam reminded gleefully and Gideon took another sip from his beer, acutely aware of Beth’s gaze on his hand. She wriggled slightly in her seat and he allowed himself a little grin. Yeah, it was petty, but he enjoyed working her up like this. She was so fucking receptive. He liked seeing the tightly-wound, too serious for her own good, little smarty-pants, so unsettled. It satisfied the primitive fucker in him. The guy he hadn’t even known existed until he’d met Elizabeth Finch.
“You cheated last time,” he told Cam, casually flicking the imaginary clit on his napkin, and grinning even wider when Beth twitched in response. “I’m up for a rematch any time you… umph…” He stumbled over his words and grunted. A low, shocked involuntary sound in the back of his throat.
Was that—?
Oh Jesus!
Beth’s small hand in his lap…no, creeping up—fuck—and under the waistband of his shorts.
Fisting his cock.
His hand jerked, spilling beer, before he gathered himself.
“What’s that?” Cam taunted, mercifully oblivious to what was going on right in front of him.
“What?” Gideon asked, his mind completely blank. He had shot as hard as steel pipe the second her hand had closed around him.
“Dude, you okay? You look like you’re having a mild stroke. Fuck, you’re not having a mild stroke, are you?” Cam asked, abruptly concerned.
Hah! A mild stroke. Funny. A gentle stroke, sure. But there was nothing mild about it.
Focus up, arsehole! Gideon admonished himself. He needed to figure out how to extricate himself from this crazy situation.
After Cam’s question, all eyes were on Gideon. Even hers. But hers were the only eyes that mattered right now. He met that serene gaze in panic, hoping she would understand how fucking close he was to coming right here in front of their friends.
“Uh…s-sorry,” Gideon growled, his voice had dropped a full octave. “Just lost my t-train of thought for a uh—”
“Lay off the beers, bru,” Cam sniggered. “You were saying something about a rematch and I absolutely agree that this is something that must happen. What do you all say? Should we organize another paintball tournament? Next month maybe?”
Everyone agreed. At least Gideon thought they did. He didn’t rightly give a fuck. He was too focused on the hand around his aching cock. Her hand was too small to cover the entire length of his penis, but she gripped him just below the head. She wasn’t stroking him, that would be too noticeable. Instead, she tightened and released her grip. Squeezing him to the point of pain, before slowly loosening her hold. The effect was mind-blowing.
Her thumb swept over his cockhead, spreading the moisture she found there around his corona and over his sensitive glans. He moaned quietly into the hand he’d lifted to cover his mouth. He was helpless right now. A slave to this woman and what she was doing to him.
Thankfully, Cam’s suggestion of another paintball tournament had distracted everyone enough to draw their attention from him. They were all reminiscing about the last time they’d gone paintballing.
Lizzy hadn’t joined them that time. It had been one of Gideon’s weekends. And he figured it wasn’t her scene.
Cat had once referred to her as extremely shy. But the woman tightening her hand around his cock right now was far from shy. She was brazen as fuck. And absolutely fearless.
He leaned toward her.
“Stop,” he whispered, and he could hear the pleading in his voice. “You’re going to make me come.”
Her head turned and she stared at him searchingly, her lovely eyes wide, pupils dilated, cheeks flushed. She was turned on. No doubt about that. And it made Gideon want to grab her hand and drag her back to that bathroom and fuck her brains out…
Again.
“You win,” he conceded tightly, and this time he saw a spark of something close to satisfaction in those smoky eyes. She had such a solemn face, but the corners of her lips lifted in the tiniest cat-that-got-the-cream grin.
She squeezed him, one last time, before releasing him and withdrawing her hand from his shorts.
He heaved a relieved breath and then dragged it back into his chest when she lifted her hand to her mouth and sucked her thumb—the very same thumb that had just swirled its way through his precum—into her mouth.