Chapter 49

Gabe cupped his hands around Tom’s head, thumbs rubbing at Tom’s jaw, as if coaxing him to relax. Gently, he thrust into Tom’s mouth. Watched with avid delight as he pushed against Tom’s cheek, distending it obscenely. “Keep your fingers loose, baby, unless you need me t’ stop, okay?” He looked over the expanse of Tom’s back where his wrists were bound and then, starting slow, but moving faster with each roll of hip, he fucked into Tom’s mouth.

Tom kept his tongue down, because that was an injury they didn’t need to experience twice, but he could undulate it along the heavy weight of Gabe’s cock as it slid in and out of his mouth. Gabe seemed to enjoy that, at least. Tom sure as hell was enjoying it; he loved giving head. Gabe tasted like the afterburn of whiskey, and the heat and size of him filling Tom’s mouth was perfect. Tom fixed his eyes on Gabe’s and let himself get lost in the rhythm of the motion.