Chapter 8

A light hand stroked his ass, and a mouth pressed to the back of his neck. “I think you’re going to do it.” Her fingers strayed to trace between his cheeks. “Should I get you all nice and slick so he can sink into you straight away?”

“Please, Emma, please,” Jesse panted without moving his mouth from Gideon’s shaft. Her finger teased his hole as he spoke, and he was very, very thankful for the ring.

She pulled her hand away, but only for a moment. When it returned, her fingertip was slick and cool, and she pressed it past the tight outer muscle without pause, reaching between his thighs to jostle the closest spike. The sharp ribbons of pain were enough to counter the pleasure of being penetrated, but Jesse still gasped, his teeth catching along Gideon’s cock for a fraction of a second.

Gideon growled, and his length thickened. Molding his hand over Jesse’s skull, he forced his head down until the tip of his cock slid into Jesse’s throat. “This is the best way to get hard.”