Chapter 23

“Fuck…fuck…”

If Jess kept this up, Gideon knew he was going to hurt him. And until he heard the words, he knew he couldn’t.

Abruptly, he let Jesse go, straightening and standing back as he fisted his cock. “Open your mouth,” he ordered. He could mark his boy in other ways.

Jesse straightened, his chin tilted up, his mouth open. He looked like he could patiently wait all night in that position, but that was undermined by the racing of his heart and the hungry look in his eyes. “Please, Gideon.” The words were low and guttural, and his lips barely moved. “Let me taste you.”

The intent went straight to his gut. Groaning, Gideon tightened his grip, his hand nearly a blur as he stripped his cock. He locked eyes with Jesse, unable to look away, grateful he didn’t need to breathe. Because everything was closing in, honing in on that alley, that wall, that man, that mouth. That supplication in his brilliant blue eyes.