We Have Till Dawn

by Cara Dee

  “How can I help you, sir?”

  Oh, step off, bitch. Not in any way you’re hoping for.

  He reminded me of Shawn.

  Gideon tightened his grip on my neck a little and patted my chest. “I’m here as moral support to my son who’s too shy to pick out some sex toys to experiment with.”

  Madonna fucking mia…what?!

  Heat exploded within me, and I blushed like a fucking kid. It felt like my cheeks were suddenly on fire. My stare could not drop to the floor any faster, though not fast enough for me to miss the shock on the guy’s face.

  “It took me forever to drag it out of him,” Gideon went on. “So I’d like to nip this in the bud and get it over with. Any recommendations?”

  I didn’t know what was worse, the fact that two couples nearby had clearly overheard Gideon, or that I was getting off on it. Despite the mortification…fuck it, no one turned me on like this man.

  The guy behind the counter stuttered a quick direction to the vibrators, and I felt his stare burning a hole in the back of my skull as Gideon ushered me toward the rear of the store section.

  The half-dozen men in the shop weren’t hiding their curiosity for shit.

  “Go on, then,” Gideon said. “Pick out a vibrator.”

  I gulped and reverted to some clueless teenager, and I stepped forward and glanced at the wall of silicone dicks. Dildos next to vibrators of all shapes and, um, species. If I wanted to get probed by an alien dick, this store had me covered.

  I’d owned a single sex toy in my life, a J-shaped prostate massager, though I’d been around plenty of other toys provided by former clients.

  “It’s past midnight, son. Pick up the pace a bit.”

  Fuck me.

  I swallowed and grabbed the first prostate massager I could find. “Uh, this one?”

  “I’ll go grab a basket.” He left me. He fucking left. And I stared after him, only to spot everyone who was having trouble minding their own business. Except, this was what Gideon wanted. He wanted an audience.

  Christ, so did I. I wanted to see how far he’d take it, and the other men sure as hell didn’t seem to mind either. Unless it was a coincidence they were suddenly checking out toys and movies that were closer to where I was standing.

  I heard Gideon speak to someone, presumably the guy at the register, but I couldn’t make out the words.

  I turned back to the vibrator selection and gave it more than a cursory glance this time.

  If this was gonna turn into a shopping spree, I could think of a toy or two to keep after Gideon moved on and married a woman. I’d need a dick that felt and looked like his, ’cause it wasn’t a gay pity party until there was miserable masturbation involved.

  I’d just grabbed an eight-inch dildo when Gideon returned with the guy from before.

  “This young man offered to assist us,” Gideon told me. “He’ll write down what we put in the basket, and then we can open the boxes if needed.”

  Fuck me twice.

  Okay, so that guy was just gonna stand there with his little notepad and the basket at his feet. And stare at us.

  He didn’t look so uncomfortable anymore. Quite the fucking opposite.

  “Pretend I’m not here,” he said.

  Uh-huh.

  “What’ve you got there, boy?” Gideon grabbed the boxed-up dildo from me and smirked a little. “You and your mother have the same taste.”

  Just when I thought my face couldn’t turn redder.

  I exhaled unsteadily and tried to say something, to move my goddamn feet, to do anything, but I was rooted in place. I was waiting for instructions. I was watching him like I watched porn.

  Who was this filthy god?

  “You’ll need some type of lube if you’re going to fit this one inside you, yes?”

  I managed to nod, and I crept closer to his body as if he were going to protect me from himself. It couldn’t be normal to sneak toward the danger, but damn if his danger wasn’t making me hard.

  He smiled down at me. “Have you gone mute?”

  “N-no.” I flushed and kicked myself mentally. Time to get my shit together. “It’s just embarrassing, Dad.”

  “Nonsense. There’s nothing embarrassing about exploring yourself.” He dropped the dildo and the massager into the basket on the floor, then gestured toward the lube section. “Come on. Let’s find you a bottle of lube.”

  I followed obediently and did my best to block out everyone else. How ironic, I’d been on his ass the first week about wanting to participate more, and now I’d lost my marbles.

  “Wait. These look like fun, don’t they?” He stopped at a display with cock rings. “They’re supposed to make you last longer. Is that a problem you have?”

  “Um. Maybe? I don’t know. Sometimes I come fast.” Like when he fucked me mercilessly and whispered what a dirty boy I was.

  It didn’t take much around this man, what could I say.

  “It’s nothing to worry about. I came fast at your age too.” He draped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him. “What do you think? You want to try one of these?”

  I eyed the black silicone ring inside its little plastic wrap, and I nodded. I remembered enjoying those before. “Could be fun, I guess.”

  He kissed my temple and held up the cock ring. “We’ll take one of these, Steven.” Then he started unwrapping it. “Unzip your pants, son. We don’t know if it fits. There are three different sizes.”

  Oh my God.

  “Here?” I squeaked.

  Squeaked. Like a child.

  He furrowed his brow, confused. “What’s the problem? We’re twenty feet away from men who are watching porn and getting each other off—we’re surrounded by toys and dog collars. Do you think anyone’s going to be offended if you try out a cock ring?”

  Doctors performed surgeries in an OR; that didn’t mean they would whip out their scalpels in the hospital cafeteria! Gah. But I didn’t say that. Instead, I undid my jeans and gave up on trying to slow down my pulse.

  “See, this is why I came with you tonight,” he said. “If I left you in charge, you’d get nothing done.” He took over for me, quickly pushing down my pants halfway across my ass, then the boxer briefs enough to reveal my hard-on. “Someone’s excited already.”

  The mortification flooded me, reaching new levels, but so did the excitement. His detached, no-nonsense behavior was gonna be the death of me.

  “Oh my God, Dad,” I mumbled breathily. He rolled the tight silicone ring onto my cock and gave me a couple quick strokes.

  “There,” he murmured, straightening. His fingers remained on my cock, and he slowed down his movements. “It looks pleasurable.”

  I nodded jerkily, trying not to push into his hand. “So good.”

  “Lube’s still missing, though. Follow me.”

  It was mere steps away, a few feet, and he made no indication that he wanted me to pull up my pants again.

  He read the labels for a moment, then held up a bottle to Steven, who jotted something down. I wasn’t paying attention to him. All I saw was Gideon opening the bottle of…liquid coconut oil.

  “It’s organic,” he mentioned. “And edible.” Then he gestured toward the door in the back. “Go pick a booth. You’ll want to try it all out before we go home.”

  At this point, my default response to everything was Oh my God.

  Me and my scarlet fucking face hightailed it toward the back of the store, where I wasn’t one hundred percent sure we’d actually get more privacy. And I wasn’t sure I cared.

  Absently tugging my shirt over my cock, I stared down the hallway of booths and swallowed hard. One so-called twin booth was available, and I peered inside. There was a love seat, a flat screen, a wastebasket, and a condom dispenser. The room reeked of disinfectants, which beat the alternative.

  I hung my jacket on a knob on the back of the door.

  At least the place felt clean. The love seat was of some latex material. Not very comforta
ble against your skin, but easy to scrub down. And somehow, I knew that’d been a factor when Gideon was looking for a place like this.

  He joined me shortly after, along with the basket, and he left the door ajar.

  He shrugged off his coat too and hung it on the door. “All right. Push down your pants a bit more and bend over the sofa.”

  “Why?” I asked warily. “I can do this at home, Dad. This isn’t normal.”

  “Neither is you sneaking around when I’m taking a shower,” he replied without missing a beat. Then he snapped his fingers and pointed to the love seat. “Stop pretending you don’t want me to help you.”

  Oh my God.

  I dropped my gaze to the floor as two men appeared in the doorway, and I did as told. Then Gideon changed his mind and instructed me to kneel on the love seat instead. So I did.

  “I found a plug I thought you might enjoy,” he mentioned. “I assume that’s what you’re looking for when you watch me in the shower. You want to be filled.”

  I squeezed my eyes shut and gasped when he drew a wet finger between my ass cheeks.

  “Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?” he asked.

  Yeah. Please fuck me hard, Dad.

  “I’m sorry?” I managed to get out. Fucking hell, that felt good. He’d coated his fingers and what I guessed was the butt plug in lube—a lot of it—and he was gliding the tip around my opening. But I preferred his fingers.

  “You should be,” he muttered. He drew a shudder from me when he pushed a lone finger inside. His middle finger. His long, perfect, slender middle finger. “You’ve created quite the problem for me, my boy. I might even call you a tease.”

  I moaned and gave up on the charade. Or rather, I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t aching for him any longer.

  “Can I try the plug, Dad?” I begged. Because I needed something inside me right fucking now.

  “So eager. Sure.” He opened the bottle of lube again, and I snuck a quick peek toward the doorway. Holy shit. Three men now, and one was stroking himself.

  The second Gideon began pushing the plug inside me, I realized there was something different about it. The ones I’d tried before had been smooth. This one was ribbed or had some kind of texture that made me feel like I was being fucked by the veiniest cock on the planet. Madonn’, I was glad we were bringing it home with us. The silicone protrusions rubbed me from within and turned me into a hypersensitive head case.

  “You’re being a tease again, boy.” He fucked me with the plug in the slowest of strokes, letting me feel every ridge. “What else do you want in your bottom?”

  That feverish heat made a swift return to my face. “Um.”

  Why couldn’t I just say it? I’d never had any issues begging for his cock.

  “Now you’re shy?” The wry amusement in his voice pushed at my mind-set. It made me feel smaller in a strange way. Then he forced the plug all the way in and smacked my ass.

  “Hnngh.” I failed to withhold a groan.

  He eased away. “Get on your knees next to me.” He reappeared and sat down on the love seat, leaving the spot closest to the door available. “It’s time you tasted a big, proper cock. Not whatever it is you’re doing when you’re out with your little friends.”

  Fuck yes.

  I scrambled into position while he unzipped his pants, and I knew exactly what the men in the doorway saw with my back to them. I bet Gideon knew too.

  He didn’t tell me what to do beyond what he’d already said. Instead, he released his cock from his boxer briefs, cupped the back of my neck, and pulled me down to him.

  My mouth watered, and I took him as deeply as I could.

  “This is what you want, isn’t it?” he murmured. “My cock.”

  I nodded and swirled my tongue around him.

  He hummed and slid his hand down to my ass, and he kneaded one cheek, spreading them both, giving our audience a show.

  “That’s good.” He released a breath and moved his fingers into my hair. “Keep going. Oh, that’s so good.”

  He tensed up a little as I sucked him harder.

  I wasn’t sure if I was doing this for him or for me, to be honest, because I’d grown seriously addicted to his long and thick cock.

  “I’ll give you ten seconds,” he told me. “If you don’t confess where you want your father’s cock by then, I will zip up and take you home.”

  With those words and that ultimatum, I only needed two seconds.

  “In my ass, Dad,” I panted. I gripped his cock and stroked it quickly, and I flicked the tip of my tongue over the head. “I want you to fuck me.”

  He combed his fingers through my hair. “Mmm, wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  I gasped as a sharp sting radiated from the back of my head when he pulled me back.

  “Daddy’s going to make your dreams come true,” he whispered against my cheek. Behind my back, he twisted the plug in my ass and slowly pulled it out. “I’ll fill my boy’s little bottom with so much come that it’ll run down your legs later.”

  I whimpered, and my chest heaved with my next breath. I couldn’t believe his filthy mouth—this was what winning the dirtiest lottery on the planet felt like. Whatever he wanted, he could have. I’d even get on my knees and beg him to take it.

  On my knees was how he wanted me, too. With my hands grabbing the back of the sofa, I pushed my ass out for him while he stood behind me and lubed up his cock.

  Then he gave my ass a solid smack, and all I did was moan something incoherent.

  “You greedy little whore,” he murmured. “I want you this desperate for me at all times.”

  “Yes, sir,” I groaned. “Whenever you want.”

  He shifted one hand to my hip and used the other to guide his cock to my ass, and there was no warning. He sank into me in one slow, fluid thrust.

  His exhale rocked me to my core. It was filled with pleasure and relief, and I wanted to make him feel that way forever.

  He just fucking owned me. He fucked me, and he owned me. With a forceful grip on my hips, he drove his cock in and out of me and created the sexiest sounds whenever his pelvis hit my flesh.

  Moans filled the air, and not all of them belonged to Daddy and me.

  It made me wanna roll around in the attention we were given. I groaned pleadingly and arched my back, and I started stroking myself off. Sweat beaded over my skin. My breath turned shallow. And the rhythm fucked my brain. It was out of this world. Push, pull, Gideon’s grunt, push, pull, Gideon’s groan, push, pull, Gideon smacking my ass again.

  “Harder, Daddy,” I begged. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. He felt fucking incredible, and he was hitting all the right places. “Fuck me harder.”

  He tightened his grip and slammed into me, and I cried out as pleasure and pain washed over me in a heated rush.

  “Now that you’ve demonstrated what a needy slut you are,” he grunted, “don’t think for a second I won’t come into your room at night.”

  I moaned and glanced at him over my shoulder, and I made sure to meet every single thrust. “I’ll leave the door open every night.”

  “That’s my good boy,” he murmured, out of breath. “You’ll keep me satisfied, won’t you?”

  I nodded quickly and whimpered. I was getting so close. I felt all feverish and desperate, and this fucking had to continue when we got home. There was no getting enough of him.

  When he told me to come for him, to come for Daddy, I didn’t make a single sound. I couldn’t. I was too far gone in some delirious state where only he and I existed, and I could only obey. I let the euphoria grab ahold of me and sweep me the fuck away.

  I just breathed and moved with the rhythm he controlled. Push, pull, push, pull. And the orgasm took over. Ropes of come shot from my cock, and I vaguely heard his breathing change. Quickly thereafter, his thrusts changed too. He fucked me harder once, twice, three more times before he rammed in and jerked inside me.

  I was ready to collapse.

  Oh my Go
d.

  I dropped my chin to my chest and waited for my heart to slow down.

  Gideon brushed a sweet kiss between my shoulder blades, then carefully withdrew his cock.

  I swallowed dryly.

  Goose bumps rose all over me, and I couldn’t stop shivering.

  At the sound of a door clicking shut, I managed to open my eyes and look toward—oh, he’d closed it. I was glad, to be honest. The aftermath was private.

  “You make me speechless sometimes, Nicky.” He helped me off the love seat and gathered me in his arms, where he cupped my face and kissed me softly. “Let’s get cleaned up so we can get out of here. I want us under the covers as soon as possible.”

  I shuddered some more, and I nodded. “Sounds perfect. But that…Jesus Christ…”

  He smirked faintly. “You enjoyed it, yes?”

  I widened my eyes and laughed shakily. “Understatement of the year.”

  “Good.” He touched my cheek briefly. “Me too.”

  Chapter 8

  The closer we got to the end of our arrangement, the more frequently our routine changed. I’d thought we’d established something that worked for us when we began our nightly dates with a walk and some chatting, and then we’d go back to my place and fuck and sleep, fuck and sleep, fuck and sleep.

  Now we’d entered the week of my outdoor concert and the last two weeks of my companionship with Gideon, and he was all over the place. He showed up frustrated, he was forgetful and bringing up “chitchat” topics we’d already covered, sometimes he wandered off in his own world and didn’t hear a word of what I was saying, and he struggled to get comfortable to sleep.

  The last two nights, he hadn’t gotten off, and he’d thought he’d distracted me from noticing by focusing solely on me and drawing as many orgasms out of me as he could.

  Trust, I was still noticing, but I was trying to mind my own business when it seemed too personal. After all, I was who I was. Temporary in his life. Bought and paid for. I assumed he brought his problems to Claire or someone else, and I wasn’t at all jealous about that, and that was two lies in one little thought. Impressive. For one, I fucking knew he didn’t have anyone to talk to, and we could skip the “for two.”