“I don’t think JT would want that whip. I think he wants something else from David.”
“Oh, yeah,” Gideon agreed. “I’m a little surprised David even went for one of the weapons. I thought at first he’d just leave him in the middle of the floor like that.” He turned his head enough to brush lips across Jesse’s jaw. “You certainly like it when I make you wait.”
Jesse didn’t just like it, he loved it. The heightened tension made his skin sing when Gideon finally touched him, whether it was with a whip, a paddle, or the flat of his hand. The touch of Gideon’s lips was enough to make his cock throb. It didn’t help that David stepped back to bring the flogger down, this time focusing on the sensitive skin above JT’s balls, turning it a soft shade of pink.
Gideon jerked at JT’s cry. When David struck again, he abandoned his touch on the keyboard to find Jesse’s hip, tugging him closer as he bent his head and mouthed along the length of Jesse’s covered cock.