Chapter 30

“More, please,” Jesse murmured, without opening his eyes. “Please.”

Gideon obeyed. He’d do anything Jesse asked right then, even if he begged to fuck Gideon. Folding a third finger into the first two, he screwed his hand as deep as he could go, seeking out the hard surface of Jesse’s prostate. Not to scrape across it. To push into it with an undeniable deliberation.

Jesse hissed, the hand that had been resting on the back of the bench moving to grip Gideon’s upper arm. For the first time that evening, Gideon got a sense of Jesse’s strength as he forgot himself. He rocked against Gideon, his hiss turning into hard pants as Gideon hit the same sensitive spot over and over. Jesse’s body began to glisten as sweat rolled down his neck and shoulders.