Chapter 27

Gideon’s thrusts grew ragged and uneven, and though Jesse knew there was an entire crowd watching every inch of their bodies, all he was aware of was the weight of Gideon pushing him into the couch, and the slide of his cashmere shirt over his chest, and the sparks that coursed through him every time Gideon slammed into his prostate. But when he thought he’d have to resort to begging again, Gideon’s hand moved, somehow slipping between their bodies to find the leather holding him back. With one deft move, he unsnapped the cock ring.