“When did you stop trusting me to make the right decision for us?” Carmel blinked in shock, and he knew his words hit home when she opened her mouth and nothing came out bar a strangled squeak. Damn it, he wanted to pull her on his lap and kiss the worry off her face, but, they needed to sort this once and for all. It was the very basis of their relationship after all, and Carmel needed to know how much her reaction had hurt that dynamic.
“I don’t… I mean I do… that’s not fair.”
She dropped her gaze when she mumbled those words and he dropped his voice on purpose.
“And running out like that without giving me a chance to explain was fair, was it? Turning off your phone and refusing to speak to me was fair? Putting us through hell for something that I did with our best interests at heart was fair? Bearing in mind you had a choice to go through with it and you chose Nash, yet you didn’t extend me the courtesy of explaining my reasons. I thought you knew me better than that.”
A myriad of emotions crossed Carmel’s expressive face. Shock, anger, denial, sadness. It was the latter that tore at his heart. His dove had been sad for a very long time, yet she’d never showed it this openly, and Gideon bit back a curse.
The longer she sat without saying anything the more wretched he felt inside, and he almost didn’t hear her whispered reply over the blood roaring in his ears, as his world seemed to crumple around him.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” She raised a tentative hand and touched his arm briefly, before she slid off the bench and knelt in front of him. Her hair fell across her face hiding her expression, and again he had to strain to hear her next words. “I didn’t see it that way. I was just so confused, and… please forgive me, Sir. I would never do anything to hurt us.”
Gideon reached down, wrapped his hands in Carmel’s hair and tugged her head up, until she had no choice but to look at him, and his agitation fled at the love that shone out of her sea green eyes. It soothed the hurt in his soul, and his chest tightened with the sheer force of his relief.
“I know that, dove, and neither would I. What I did, I did for us, though I realize I could have handled it better.”
Confusion crossed her expressive features, and there was the brief flare of anger in her eyes, before her submissive side won over, and she closed her eyes and pulled a deep breath into her lungs.
“Thank you for that, Sir, but I still don’t understand why you did this. We were fine the way we were. Now… now everything has changed. I don’t know what you want from me anymore.” There was a suspicious wobble to those hesitant words, and Gideon tightened his hold on her hair, until her breathing sped up, and she whimpered. Her fingers curled into his legs, not that he could feel them. Not for the first time Gideon mentally cursed his useless appendages—all of them for that matter. At least if his fucking dick worked, then…. Gideon cursed and released his hold on Carmel. She swayed slightly, but maintained her position on the floor, and he saw rather than felt her wrapping her arms around his legs, and resting her head on his lap.
It used to be their favorite greeting when he came home. Her on her knees, nuzzling into his groin. Invariably his cock would leap into action, and she’d suck him off, or they would have hot, no holds barred sex, where they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and forced himself to take deep breaths in and out.
“Sir, Gideon, please talk to me. I need to understand what’s going on. Why you did this now, please?”
Gideon opened his eyes to find her looking up at him, and he wordlessly patted his lap. The speed with which she scrambled on top of him made his heart feel lighter, and he pulled her into a hug that he never wanted to end. She ran her hands up and down his arms, and round his back dropping kisses along his skin, until he grasped the base of her neck and took charge. Their lips smashed together in a desperate need to reconnect and he could taste the salt of her tears on his tongue. Putting all of his pent up emotion and frustration into the kiss he deepened it, only releasing her lips briefly to pull in much needed oxygen into his lungs, before he fucked her mouth with his tongue, like he wished he could do it for real.
Carmel squirmed and wriggled in his arms, and he drank in her needy little whimpers. The urge to run his hand under her skirt and see how wet she was for him, was almost too much to resist, but they were in her friend’s garden. The last thing he wanted to do was piss Nicole off even more than she was already, so he forced himself to break the kiss. Carmel shook her head in denial, and tried to move in closer to prolong the contact, but he pulled her head back by her hair. A shudder went through her, and when she opened her eyes, her passion filled gaze stole his breath. With her rosy skin flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses, and her nipples hard little points that begged for his attention, his mouth watered, and his skin itched with the need to take her, to be able to make her his in the most basic primal way known to man, yet he couldn’t fucking do it.
He shook his head and groaned and Carmel straightened and taking his head between her trembling hands rested her forehead against his.
“It’s okay. It doesn’t matter. I love you.”
“But it does fucking matter. You keep saying it doesn’t, but it does, Carmel, or you would never let Nash near you.”
“Such beautiful feet you have, but you’re not giving Gideon a show. Lift your skirt and show him how wet you are for us, pet.”
Carmel drew her gaze away from the sight of Nash’s dark head at her feet, and sought out her husband’s. Sat in his wheel chair next to them the hungry way he looked at her made her comply with Nash’s words immediately. She yanked the hem of her dress up and Gideon drew in a sharp breath. Nash surprised her by lifting one of her legs over his shoulder and turning slightly so that Gideon got a full on frontal view of her cunt.
“Oh yes, look at how wet she is for us. Her hole is clenching and when I do this.” He abruptly pushed two fingers into her pussy hole and curled them up, until she saw stars and ground herself against his hand, in an effort to seek the release just hovering out of her reach.
“Oh, fuck, she is squeezing my fingers, so eager to come, but we won’t let her yet, will we Gid?” Nash bit down hard on the inside of her thigh and then withdrew his fingers. The loud wet sound as her pussy tried to hold onto them should have embarrassed Carmel, especially as she could feel her feminine need trickle down the inside of her thighs, but Gideon’s approval left no room for that. Only heated arousal in the presence of her men. Nash’s cock looked huge, as it strained against the material barely holding it in, and she licked her lips, desperate to taste him, but Nash shook his head.
“Not this time, baby. I want to come buried in your ass, while your husband fucks your cunt.” Carmel gasped and her breasts grew heavy, the nipples aching in need to be touched, to have both her men take her.
“How?” she whispered, and Gideon laughed.
“Bring her over here and let’s show her. Besides I want to taste my wife. You’ve monopolized her long enough, Nash.”
Nash smirked, and grasping her wrists behind her back marched her across the short distance that separated her from Gideon. He kicked her legs apart, once she was stood in front of her husband, and Gideon leant forward, and ran just the tip of his forefinger along her puffy labia. Carmel groaned and both men laughed.
“Oh, yes, she is very naughty girl indeed, isn’t she Nash. So swollen and wet already, so needy.” He blew across her slit and Carmel’s clit clenched in desperate need. Her internal muscles, too, tensed and released as yet more of her juices coated her pussy lips.
Gideon grinned. A smile of pure evil that meant he intended to torture her some more and Carmel moaned.
He flicked an amused glance up to Nash, who had pulled her hair to one side and rubbed his stubbly jaw up and down her neck. His hard cock dug into the small of her back, and his harsh breaths puffed along her skin. To know that he was as affected as she was, to feel the heavy, hot evidence of his need prodding her, was a very heavy aphrodisiac indeed.
“Play with her nipples, Nash. Pull them out and let me see our girl’s tits.”
Still maintaining a hard grip on her wrists he used his free hand to pull out first one, and the other of her breasts out of the neckline of her dress. It forced her boobs upward as the neckline dug into her breast tissue. It would mean the dress was stretched beyond repair but the sweet pain was worth it, as was the look on Gideon’s face as he feasted his eyes on her exposed cleavage. Even though she wouldn’t have thought it was possible her nipples hardened even more, and she whimpered her need in incoherent sounds and moans, as Gideon resumed his one fingered inspection of her pussy. Up and down her cleft, right up to her anus he worked that finger, taking care to stay away from her clit. The slight pressure he used was slowly driving her insane, and she shut her eyes and let her head fall back against Nash.
“Hmm, yes, beautiful. Pinch her nipples for me, Nash.”
The sweet pain as Nash did just that made her knees buckle and Nash swore. He released her wrists, and grasping her ass cheeks lifted her straight off her legs.
“Hold onto me, baby. Let’s give your Sir a proper view of that cunt, shall we. I want you to come all over Gideon’s face, and I want you to scream when you do so.”
When Gideon grasped her hips, Nash lifted her legs over his shoulders, and then slid his hands up her breasts and squeezed the heavy globes. She locked her hands behind Nash’s neck and her whole body drew taut at the first lick of Gideon’s tongue against her cunt.