“I’m going to die.”
“Are you allergic to shellfish?”
Cole scowled down at his lobster. It was beautifully plated with some type of decadent herbed butter, but he had never eaten anything so fancy before, and the claws were putting him off a bit. But the real problem was that his whole body was still buzzing, nearly shaking with arousal.
Gideon had gotten him within milliseconds of an orgasm numerous times during two rounds of sex and one sensual bath, and then when room service came, he put a pillow on the chair and patted it for Cole to sit on. He was half-hard, lube slicking everything between his legs, and Gideon wanted him to eat a lobster. Which had to be a joke because weren’t lobsters supposed to be aphrodisiacs?
“I’ve never eaten lobster before,” Cole pouted.
“Here, let me help you.” Gideon reached over and twisted the tail off in one smooth motion. Then he cracked it open and pulled out the meat. “There you go.”
Cole tore off a small piece and dipped it into the butter, then popped it into his mouth. Gideon watched expectantly, so he gave him a petulant smile. “Chewy.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“So,” Cole kept his eyes on his plate as he dipped another bite into the butter, “this is what gets you off? Giving people an incentive not to do something, then trying your hardest to get them to do it? Making people squirm?”
Gideon hummed and picked up one of the claws from Cole’s plate to open it for him. “I do like making you squirm. You’re so cute.”
“You like the power trip, though, don’t you?” Cole wondered if that was why an attractive guy like him paid enough to get hookers who would do anything he asked instead of dating like normal.
“I suppose. But it’s probably not as dramatic as you’re thinking. I just like figuring out where people’s buttons are and pushing them. Could be as simple as learning that you like a certain twist of my wrist at the correct angle,” he reached beneath the table and did exactly the motion that he was talking about – which made Cole rise to attention and gasp into his plate – and then took his hand back and kept dismantling the lobster, “or it could be something like flogging someone until they cannot tell the difference between a hit and an orgasm.”
Cole glanced at him in surprise, and Gideon shrugged. “Different strokes for different folks. And I’ve figured out that you enjoy a bit of a challenge.”
That Cole certainly did, although he was getting fed up with this one. By the time they finished dinner and Gideon had edged him at least three more times – in the chair at the table, up against the wall, and then lying down on the bed – he was about to tear the sheets up into tiny little shreds with his teeth. From his perch on top of Cole’s legs, Gideon cooed when Cole dug his fingernails deep, leaving little white crescents in the thighs that bracketed his hips and prevented him from fucking into the air. Gideon stroked his hands down Cole’s heaving chest.
“You’re trying to kill me,” Cole whined, twisting his face to the side to pant into the duvet.
“Hardly.” Gideon chuckled. “I think you’ve done very well. And our time is up soon. But there is one more thing that I need you to do.”
Cole glared at him out of the corner of his eye. To think he had been excited and worn his special lingerie for this jerk. “What?”
“I need you to beg for it.”
Cole shut his eyes. He had done plenty of begging over the years. He was well-practiced in the art of high pornographic moaning. Harder. Deeper. Give it to me just like that. Please, please, please. Ugh. But it was all for the sake of the camera, or in his case - since he was a whore, not a pornstar - the trick. Never had he begged for his own completion, his own pleasure. The very thing that he was supposedly always in control over, unless, apparently, Gideon was involved.
“You want to come?” Gideon stroked his cock, and Cole threw his head back with a sharp gasp. His hips twisted when the grip passed over his swollen head. “Beg for it.”
All Cole had to do was go home and jerk off after this. But that felt like cheating. After all, he had agreed to play the game. So, he whispered, “Please.”
“Can’t hear you.”
“Please,” he groaned. Sweat beaded his heaving chest, dripping down his side and dampening the sheets, which were already wet with the sweat from the small of his back.
“Please, what?”
“Ah.” He scrabbled at Gideon’s thighs as the tension built between his legs, balls drawing up, and cock straining against Gideon’s fingers. A fiery need in his navel that had transcended past arousal into something far more base. “P-Please, let me come.”
“Good boy.” Gideon did the terrible flick of his wrist at the end of each stroke that Cole regretted revealing he liked and said, “Come.”
Cole’s head rolled back into the mattress. He gasped, body tense as it rolled over him. Gideon drew it out by stroking and stroking forever until Cole squirmed and bucked and chanted, “Please, please, please,” in a cracking voice, not knowing whether he was begging for it to stop or to never end.
“Shhh.” Gideon finally let him go and put his large hands on either side of Cole’s hips, thumbs stroking back and forth beside the pearly spend splattering his navel. “You did well. That was perfect. Just relax. You don’t have to do anything else.”
Cole was certain he still had to do lots of things. He had to stand and walk, neither of which seemed like a possibility. But they were a necessity if he was going to convince Elijah that everything was hunky-dory. He had to clean himself up and put on his coat and – god help him – the high heels that he had so brilliantly decided to wear. Then he had to swing by the club to settle the night with Joran and change so he could catch the train home. And then, finally, he would be able to collapse into bed. And probably jerk off again.
“We’ve got twenty more minutes,” Gideon informed him. “Let me clean you up. Just stay put.”
Cole liked the sound of that, so he lay there unmoving while he listened to Gideon in the bathroom. The sound of water running. The hotel around him. Rose petals under his ass. Déjà vu from last night. Gideon came back with a warm washcloth and began wiping him down.
“I’d offer to help you shower, but it seems like maybe you need to lay there for a bit,” Gideon said as he lifted one of Cole’s legs and wiped off his thigh. “How are you doing?”
Cole smacked his lips together. “You tired me out.”
Gideon chuckled and moved to his other leg. Cole watched him gently pass the washcloth over his skin, a little furrow of concentration between his brows. He was not as intimidating as Cole had first thought him to be in the blue room yesterday. For two nights in a row, he had made Cole forget why they were really in a hotel room together and just enjoy the little bubble of sex. He wiped a particularly wayward drop of pearly cum from Cole’s chest and touched the gold locket resting against his clavicle.
“What’s this?”
“A locket.”
Gideon huffed a laugh, “I can see that, you brat. You got a lover that you need a reminder of or something?”
Cole laughed as well, full-bellied and unrestrained. “A lover? As if.” He dug his thumbnail under the locket’s latch and popped it open to show Gideon the little cutout picture of a beach, the golden sand, blue waves, and a beach umbrella. It had been clipped from a magazine.
“My dream…to retire at the beach someday.” He snapped it shut again and let a hand fall across his eyes, “What a joke.”
“You like the beach?”
“Not really.” Cole peeked under his hand to see the furrow between Gideon’s brows deepening in confusion. “I’ve only been once. Too much sand. It’s just meant to symbolize getting the hell out of this place. To go anywhere else.”
“Doesn’t sound like a joke to me.”
“Are you going to ask for me again?” Cole asked before he had even realized he had the thought.
Gideon looked up at him, little furrow still in place for a moment. Then his expression softened, and he reached out to push his fingers through Cole’s sweaty hair. “Yeah, baby, you won’t get rid of me that easily.”
Cole let his eyes slide shut and hummed. “Good. I’d like that.”
Eventually, he got his wobbly legs underneath himself, although he decided to go barefoot rather than risk the heels, which meant taking off the stockings as well so he would not tear them. So, when they swung the door open and came face to face with Elijah, Cole had the stockings stuffed into his coat pocket, the heels dangling from his fingers, and two bare feet poking out beneath the trench coat.
“You alright?” Elijah asked immediately, putting a solid hand on Cole’s shoulder. Cole smiled a little dopily and nodded.
“Hunky-dory.”
“Jesus.” Elijah looked him over. “Now you just look naked under that coat.”
Cole giggled because he was.
“You’re going to make sure he gets home okay, right?” Gideon asked as he closed the door behind himself.
Elijah sized Gideon up, and Gideon met his stare straight on. “Of course. I’ll be driving him straight to his place.”
Cole twirled his heels around his fingers, “Helloo, I’ve got to settle this shit out with Logan.”
“I’ll settle it for you later.” Elijah turned his critical eye back to Cole, “There is no way in hell I’m letting you anywhere near that jackass like this. What the hell did this guy do to you?”
“Showed him a good time.” Gideon shrugged, adjusting the collar of his coat.
“Elijah, he’s so fucking mean to me,” Cole complained, latching onto Elijah’s arm but unable to keep the smile off his face. Gideon rolled his eyes and ducked toward him to press a kiss to the top of his head, making Cole squawk in surprise. Then he was heading down the hallway, waving a hand over his shoulder.
“Until next time.” He disappeared around the corner at the end of the hallway.
Elijah’s eyebrows could not lift any further up his forehead if they tried. In an incredulous voice, he asked, “Mean to you?”
“Sooo mean.” Cole pressed his cheek against Elijah’s above-average bicep and sighed. “I like it so much. He said he’d book me again, and I really hope he does. I’ve never…it’s so…” He let go of Elijah’s arm to twist his fingers through the air in front of them, “He turns my brain to mush and makes me forget all the bad shit, and it all feels so fucking good. I wish…”
He trailed off and looked at his bare toes on the geometric-pattered hotel hallway carpeting.
“Let’s get you home.” Elijah patted him on the back and nudged him to take a step forward. “How much champagne did you drink?”
“It was really good champagne.” Cole grinned.
He should shake himself out of the trippy, floaty mood that Gideon had left him in. It was not really because he was buzzed, although maybe that was a part of it. But mostly, he just felt high from all the endorphins of finally, finally having a truly satisfying orgasm. And doing it with another person, who happened to be Gideon, whom he was curious about and interested in. So instead, he latched onto Elijah, let the man think he was buzzed on alcohol, and rode the high all the way home until he curled up in bed. And jerked off again.
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