Chapter 22

He felt Jesse choke on the air the moment he scraped across the man’s prostate. “That’s what you were waiting for, wasn’t it, boy?” Deliberately, he hit it again and grinned when a renewed burst of sound threatened to escape through his fingers. “I’m going to keep doing this, you know. Because I’m not coming until you do.”

Jesse nodded slightly, indicating he understood. He shuddered with each thrust, shaking from the top of his head to his feet. His flesh against Gideon’s was heated, but covered in small goose bumps. His moans turned to stifled howls, and that’s when he finally began stroking himself again. But Gideon didn’t make it easy for him, deliberately altering his rhythm, scraping his teeth harder against his shoulder, finding other ways to distract him. Jesse’s wrist faltered, but when Gideon pulled out of him nearly completely and slammed forward, Jess bit down hard on Gideon’s hand and coated his stomach and fist with come.