As he did with the bralette, Gideon runs his fingers under the waistband, testing for any give. The pants are tied on with ribbons on the side, front to back, and when they’re released, the two halves of the pants slip apart.
Gideon quickly figures that out and pulls both ties simultaneously, so that the back of the pants falls to the bed and Gideon can brush the front down, revealing Nix’s body jewelry.
The waist chain is linked on both sides to the diamond stud in his belly button. It goes around his waist, and there are small bells attached at intervals along its entire length. Now that the pants aren’t holding it down, it jingles with every breath Nix takes, every shiver coursing through his body at Gideon’s intent stare. But it’s not the chain around his waist that has caught his Master’s attention. Nix spares a small smug smile at his sheer stupefaction at the rings of bells that rub up the length of Nix’s dick. They’re soaked with precome, so they don’t jingle like they did when he’d put them on after his shower.
“Fuckinghell, Kitten,” Gideon growls, stepping out of character as he blinks and blinks.
“Do you like it, Master? I did it for you and Finn. Am I pretty?”
“You are the most beautiful like this,” Gideon whispers. He says that about Nix all the time. With mud up to his elbows in the garden, making brownies, or even washing the car yesterday with the kids, soaked and shivering.You are the most beautiful like thisis something Nix is blessed to hear often, as if every moment Nix is even more beautiful than the last.
“Should we send a picture to Finnie, Master?”
Gideon nearly fumbles his phone in his shaking hands. “Everyone needs to see; they’re going to wish they were here instead.” Gideon takes a second to run his thumb over the head of Nix’s dick before sucking it into his mouth. “Mouth-watering.”
Pleasure skates along his nerve endings, causing his hands to jerk in their restraints, barely stopping himself from getting them on his dick and coming, even if he doesn’t have permission.
The shutter goes again and again, and the whoosh makes Nix shiver, and precome drips down the side of his dick and onto the sheer material beneath him. “So pretty.” Gideon flicks the head of his dick with his fingers, and he smirks when Nix moans. “I think I need to fuck you, Genie. See if I can make those bells sing.”
Grasping Nix by the ankles, he pulls the pants down and off, flinging them out of the way. His legs rest on the tops of those thick thighs, still wrapped in the scratchy wool pants. Gideon wastes no time in sliding two fingers down over Nix’s balls, across his slippery taint, and into his clenching hole.
“Master!” Nix gasps. If he were in his own mind, he’d wonder at how easy it was for his subspace brain to use the name.
Instead, he grinds down trying to get those fingers in deeper, so he can feel full and have those soft fingertips graze his prostate, and come. “Wanna come, please, Master, please.”
His eyes roll back. The third finger burns, spreads him wide, and the press of Gideon’s thumb against his taint makes his spine bowoff the bed. Every nerve ending is on fire. He’s leaking helplessly, mind blurring at the edges.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Nix is flying, close to his release.
“Not yet, Genie. Master comes first.”
“Yes, Master comes first. Fuck me, fuck me.”
Gideon lines himself up, dragging the tip of his cock over Nix’s hole in slow circles. “Look how greedy you are for it,” he murmurs. “So open. So ready.”
Nix whines, pressing down. “Need it—please, Master—”
There’s a searing pleasure as Gideon slides his hard length in past Nix’s rim.
Bearing down, Nix clenches as hard as he can, just as Gideon pulls out and plunges back in.
The rhythm starts slow—deep, claiming thrusts that punch the air from Nix’s lungs. The bells sing on every slap of skin. Then Gideon picks up speed, hips snapping forward, Nix crying out with every brutal slide.
“Fill me up, Master,” Nix hears himself beg when Gideon’s rhythm falters.
Gideon slams deep, holds—then grinds in as he empties himself. Nix can feel it, thick and hot, flooding him.
Just as the room’s door flings wide, hard enough that it bounces off the wall.
Come, Come, Come and Let Me Out
With his hair windblown and his shirt half unbuttoned, Finn flings his briefcase to the floor, and his blazer follows. He’s a sight to behold, red-faced from the cold, or from his mad dash from the Land Rover, or from the texts he’d had to endure all evening; it doesn’t matter. Nix was balanced on the edge, and seeing his alpha so uncharacteristically…intensemakes Nix’s wolfpurr.
Gideon groans from his spot on Nix’s chest. He’d managed to get a piercing with his tongue and was tormenting the ring and Nix’s nipple. It made his cock ache. He wanted to come. Could feel Gideon’s come hot inside him, but now he had a new goal. He wanted Finn’s, too.
“Just in time, puppy. Genie just gave me a wish.”
“Fucking hell. I was driving. You’re both terrible teases.” And boy, did he love it. Hard and aching where anyone could see through the car’s window, riding the knife’s edge of keen arousal with red cheeks and heavy breaths fogging the windshield.
