David paused with Jesse’s nose buried in the tight curls at the base of his cock. Jesse tried to look up through his lashes, but he couldn’t see what had prompted the cessation.
“Just wait until it’s your come dripping out of his ass,” Gideon said.
Jesse held still, but he didn’t stop swallowing, his throat muscles flexing around David’s cock, massaging the head. He slid his tongue around the shaft, trying to taste as much as he could before David eased away and shifted his attention to Jonah.
“Are you going to let your boy get a taste before I fuck him?” David asked.
Gideon’s eyes danced with amusement. “Well, somebody’s got to clean him up for you.” He stepped out of the way, his cock still hard. “Do it, boy. David’s our guest. I want the brat to be as fresh for him as he was for me, which means not a single drop gets left behind.”