Chapter 22

Black spots danced behind his eyes before Gideon eased enough on his hold to pull Jesse off. He didn’t dare gulp for air, though his lungs burned. If Gideon stuffed his throat again, he’d gladly take it. He’d take whatever Gideon gave him and be thankful for it. Because he knew Gideon only gave him what he truly wanted.

Gideon held him still, dragging the tip of his cock over Jesse’s swollen lower lip. “So what should come next?” he mused. “Do I fuck your face until you can’t speak? Maybe drag the brat down here and fuck him instead? Or let him ride your cock but keep you from coming?” He smiled. “I kind of like that last one.”

It was all he could do not to lean in and swallow Gideon’s cock again. He knew that Gideon could choose one of the latter two options, but he felt sure that his lover would choose to fuck his mouth. “Please…Sir…can I taste your cock again?”