The sound that came from Joey’s throat was feral, needy, and his hands tunneled through Gideon’s hair, fingers clenching as he arched his back.
Gideon moved to the other nipple, thrusting his hips into the mattress, half-hard and aching already.He lifted up enough to pull the hoodie up over Joey’s head, and together they fell back on the mattress as Gideon moved up to his throat.
To his eternal shock, Joey tilted his head back to give him access, and Gideon felt it hard in his stomach what this meant.Joey Carlyle might not understand it—not yet—but this was submission.Total.An admission of need.An invitation not just to fuck, but to mate.
Gideon wasthere.He wasmated.He’d been longing for this formonths.Joey’s smell was in his pores, in his dreams, and he wanted this man’s mark on his skin.
But Gideon wanted to mark him first.
Joey’s breathless cries, his needy grunts, drove him on.Gideon pulled hard on his neck and then moved before he left a mark the world could see.He made his way back down Joey’s chest, getting to his hip bone and sucking hard, adding teeth until Joey cried out again, almost desperate.
Mine, Gideon thought, but they were beyond words.
With shaking hands, Gideon stripped off the tight black jeans, knowing the boots and socks would have been removed already.The black briefs underneath were too small to hide many secrets—beyond the fact that Joey waxed—and Gideon would have ripped them, broken them, destroyed them, if that wouldn’t have taken precious time.
It didn’t matter.In a heartbeat, Joey Carlyle was stretched, naked and vulnerable beneath him, and Gideonwantedhim as he’dneverwanted another human being in his life.He’d wanted water in the desert, food after days of foraging, heat when he’d nearly died of exposure—those things he’dwantedwith this intensity.Thosethings had taught him what need felt like.
He sucked Joey’s proud erect cock into his mouth, into his throat, with that level of need.
Joey didn’t cry out this time, and Gideon looked up to see his eyes closed, his entire body immersed in pleasure, and his teeth softly sinking into his lower lip.
He’d been caught by surprise, Gideon thought, heart aching.Joey Carlyle wouldn’t make noise in bed, probably had never been vulnerable in bed.And he wouldn’t respect Gideon ever again if Gideon didn’t make good on his promises.
Gideon took him down to the back of his throat again, working those muscles while cupping those slim hips with his fingers.Joey tried to thrash, tried to arch, but Gideon didn’t let him, holding him still while he used all his empirical evidence for how to please a male body on the one he wanted most of all.
A slow retreat, a quick advance, and Joey’s breath grew quick, quicker—he’d been clenching the sheets after Gideon had undressed him, but one hand was back in Gideon’s hair now, making his eyes tear with the smarting pain.Gideon refused to relent, and Joey’s other hand beat the mattress at his side until Gideon took it in his own, weaving their fingers together.
That brought a noise from Joey’s throat, and Gideon released the other hand on Joey’s hip to grip his shaft, to squeeze and stroke, while he worked his tongue and teeth.
“Gid,” Joey pleaded, and they both knew it for a plea.“I’m gonna come.”
Gideon pulled back enough to lick Joey’s head with a flattened tongue.“How many times?”he asked, and Joey’s laugh was semihysterical.
“Usually just the once, but—”
Gideon heard it even if Joey hadn’t meant to say it.He came once, he always topped, he was probably gone before the condom hit the trash.
Not this time.
Very deliberately, he said, “I didn’t wait a year and a half for you to come once and run.”
Then he shoved Joey’s thighs up, up, parted his cheeks, and licked long and hard between the crease.Joey didn’t cry out, still biting his lip, but from his chest came angunghsound that gave Gideon the shivers.
That much repressed passion had to come out somewhere.
Joey’s thighs suddenly shuddered and clamped around Gideon’s ears.Gideon lunged up past them to take Joey’s cock in his mouth, while thrusting a slickened finger into his asshole, and then, oh God, Joey made that sound again, that low, torturedngunghsound, and he came, thrusting into the back of Gideon’s throat and pouring ejaculate, thick and basic, down.
Gideon swallowed and kept stretching with that finger.
“Oh God,” Joey whispered, shuddering.“God—”
“Gid,” Gideon corrected.“Here, you begme.”
Joey shuddered hard, suppressed a whimper, and broke.
“Gideon,” he rasped.“Please.”
“Stay there.”
