Chapter 17
Dropping his mouth to Jesse’s shoulder, he bit and licked along the slope as he drove in and out of Jesse’s ass. He refused hesitation, denied the impulse to take it easy on Jess. Every stroke had his balls slapping that tight flesh, and he pushed even harder, embracing the heated sting it created on his skin.
Gideon never let himself lose control, never went so far he wasn’t aware of every single one of Jesse’s reactions. He listened for a change in his heartbeat and the sound of his moans, his sensitive nose waiting for the unmistakable smell of fear or distress. But Jesse seemed lost in the experience. He never asked for a reprieve. His words, when they were coherent, were only pleas for more, matched by Emma’s low moans and the hungry sounds she made in the back of her throat. But Gideon knew he could put his remaining fears to rest when Jesse tilted his head up and back, exposing his throat.