Jesse licked his lips, and Gideon thought it was a good thing the cage had a strong lock. Gideon wrapped his tongue around his finger, chasing after each drop of her taste, and Jesse moaned like Gideon had reached through the bars and squeezed his cock. Emma echoed him, her body swaying forward slightly. Gideon pressed on her back, forcing her to be still. He brought his palm down on her ass again, his wet fingers connecting with her skin.
“Five,” Jesse rasped.
Whimpers started to rise in Emma’s throat on six. Seven brought a choked squeak. Eight made the bars rattle on the cage, but it was nine that gave Gideon the chance to press between her heated cheeks.
“Should I fuck you like this, Em?” He sank a finger into her clenching hole, knowing the lack of lubrication would make her feel every inch of it. “Or do I take pity on Jesse and let him feel just how hot you are?”
Jesse stilled behind him, holding his breath. Emma swallowed hard. “Please…let Jesse touch me.”