“I think I’m ready for a private showing.”
Stretching out, Gideon folded his fingers behind his head, his legs sprawled so that the line of his erection was more than clear. Experience told Jesse it was a deliberate act. Gideon might let him fuck him now, but it was all too clear who was still in charge. “When we get home, then. Right now, you can’t fuck me when we both have so many clothes still on.”
Jesse pulled Gideon’s pants down his legs, then paused again to study him. There was nothing wrong with his body. Nothing. Jesse had seen him like this a million times, but Gideon’s body never failed to stun him. He stripped his own clothes off quickly, grimacing slightly at the stiffness of the shirt and pants. His own sweat and Gideon’s blood had pretty much ensured neither could be worn again.
Once naked, he knelt between Gideon’s legs, his mouth watering for a taste. Gripping Gideon’s thighs, he bent his head and ran his tongue down his shaft, from the crown to his smooth sac