Chapter 8

“Oh, fuck, yes, God,” Tom gasped. “That’s—Oh…That’s good,” he panted, each word coming hard. “More, Sir, please?”

Gabe worked him slowly, sometimes changing the level of vibration from lowest settings, up to medium, and then down again. He teased at the rim of Tom’s opening with his right thumb, a delicious counterpoint to the rough plunges of the vibe until Tom was all but sobbing.

Gabe was hard again. Tom had been vocal in his appreciation of Gabe’s ability to get it up twice, and occasionally more. His erection was getting more and more insistent and Tom was open and so, so ready. It was beautiful, that needy whine in his voice, the way his breathing was harsh and gasping. He left the vibrator in place to do its work and leaned over Tom. “Baby, if I fuck you now, you gonna come, or should I give you your spanking first?” Tom’s face was dark red, and he had to be dizzy as hell, but he hadn’t checked in on a slow down, or to get upright. Gabe nudged him. “Baby?”