“Gideon.” Penn’s voice deepened, and the quiver I was so familiar with told me he needed more.
So that was what I’d give him. I pressed my tongue against his delicious hole and ate Penn out as if he were my last meal. I savored his taste, smell, and feel. No part of this man wasn’t perfect to me.
Penn was now tilting forward, pushing his ass into my face, riding it, begging for more.
“Shit, Gid, you gotta fuck me, please.”
I sat back and licked my lips. “Get on the bed,” I growled.
Penn moved and fell onto the bed, facing me, his legs spread, a bottle of lube in his hand.
“When did you get that?” I asked as I removed my clothes as quickly as possible.
“Like I didn’t know you were going to come in here.” He brought his finger to his hole and tapped it. “Now I want you to come in here.”
“Fuck, Penn.” I grabbed the lube. I opened it and slathered my dick while I watched as Penn fingered himself, readying for the pounding he knew I’d give him.
Unable to wait any longer, I smacked his hand away, earning a laugh from the man, and pressed the head of my cock against his hole.
“I love you,” I said, and the moment he opened his mouth, likely to return the sentiment, I slammed into him, turning his “I love you” into a deliciously erotic moan.
One knee on the bed, hands on his ankles keeping him nice and wide, I drove into him relentlessly. His skin glistened with sweat and, desperate to taste it, I licked his ankle.
“Fuuuuck, Gideon, I’m gonna come.”
He was rock hard. I let go of one of his legs and fisted his cock. “Yeah, you gonna come for me, baby?”
“God, yessssssssss.”
“Give it to me; I want to see it. Then I’m gonna drink it up.”
He arched up and sprayed across his chest, hitting his chin. I pounded into him a few more times before my orgasm spilled inside him and I collapsed on top of him.
“Holy fuck, how does it get better each time?” Penn mumbled.
“Fuck if I know, but not complaining.”
He chuckled and when I lifted my head, his green eyes met mine.
“You forgot something.” Penn quirked a brow.
“What?”
He lifted a come-covered finger to my lips. “You said you were gonna drink it up.”
I grinned and stuck out my tongue. “Feed it to me, baby.” And he did, not missing one drop.
CHAPTER TWO
Penn
“Honestly,I’m not sure what’s going on. I’ve greased all the wheels, talked to everyone we know, all those that have the power. The polling showed Victor in the lead three months ago; now this Benito Calvern is ahead. At least that’s what the Quinnipiac University poll is saying.” Corey Grant, the current mayor of Northchester, was pacing in front of Gideon’s desk. I sat on the sofa to the left with my tablet, researching this Benito Calvern.
“What about the chief, commissioner, state’s attorney, councilman? What are they doing?” Gideon rolled an unlit cigar between his thumb and forefinger—unlit because he was trying to quit—a sign he was agitated.
“I…I mean.” Corey was sweating. “Mr. Hendrix, something’s going on.”
“Can you elaborate on that?” Gideon’s eyes narrowed.
