Page 28 of More than Need

Fucking hell, why did that sound so hot? He fisted Riley’s shirt and tugged him down. Riley met him halfway in a wet, open-mouthed kiss.

Gideon moaned, leaning into it.Fuck. Heat burst in his stomach, and he opened his mouth wider on a desperate whimper. Riley slid his hand under Gideon’s shirt, warm skin against his back, and drew him closer.Please.

Gideon melted against Riley’s hard chest, reaching to tug at his shirt. He needed to get it off, get his hands all over that hard skin. He exhaled on a shudder as he finally got through, warm skin against his own. Smooth, hard, and fuckingChrist,how could this be even better than the first time in Riley’s office?

In his enthusiasm, his nails scraped over Riley’s hip, and Riley winced, disrupting their kiss. “I—” Heat flushed across Gideon’s cheeks. “Fuck, sorry, I—” Damaging the goods wouldn’t keep the mood going.

“Don’t be sorry.” Riley palmed Gideon’s dick, giving oneso fucking perfectsqueeze. Gideon whimpered, eyes closing involuntarily. Riley’s big hand created a heat that he couldn’t replicate with his own. Another human on top of him, around him? Solo sessions had no hope against that.

Gideon bucked into the touch, a whine leaving his throat. He’d missed this so much. The overwhelming pleasure of it made it hard to breathe.

“You’re very responsive.”

“Is that good or bad?” It hadn’t been like that with Lucia. More of a comforting simmer than something threatening to destroy him from the inside. Never an inferno of heat and greedy need, the desperation to touch and kiss andlive.

Riley smoothed his free hand around to Gideon’s ass, giving it a light squeeze. “It’s very good,” he whispered before his mouth took Gideon’s again. Heavy strokes of his tongue, in control anddominantdrove Gideon wild, his dick throbbing in Riley’s palm. “Are you imagining it, Gideon? His mouth around my dick?”

Fuck.“Yes,” he moaned out.

“Do you want me to tell you how hot his mouth was? How well he used his tongue? How good he sucked me off?”

“All—” Gideon gasped, rolling his hips into Riley’s palm. “All of the above.”

Riley massaged him, adding pressure, and needy noises spilled out that couldn’t possibly be coming from him.

“His lips stretched and took all of me,” Riley whispered. “I wanted to choke him with my dick. Would you have liked that, Gideon?”

Gideon tensed, toes curling in his shoes, knees buckling. He’d never been more grateful for furniture. Without the counter, he didn’t know how he would stay standing.

Riley slowed his movements and lifted his head with narrowed eyes. “Are you close, Gideon?” His thumb flicked over the tip of Gideon’s dick through his slacks.

Gideon shuddered.Fuck. An understatement. A light wind would tip him over the edge. Thoughts of him and Dawson, a bombardment of sexy images, might be enough all by itself.

“When was the last time you had sex?” Riley asked.

“Like… specifically?”

“Yes.”

“I have no idea.” He couldn’t think, all of his focus on the way Riley played him like a fiddle, absently stroking the head of his cock as if that in any way would stave off his impending orgasm.

He couldn’t remember what he’d been doing five minutes ago, let alone the last time he’d had sex. Longer than he wanted to admit. Nothing that made him feel this out of control and wanton.

Why was Riley asking all of these questions when they should be getting naked?

Riley slowly dragged Gideon’s shirt from his slacks and casually flicked the bottom button open. Their eyes met as Riley made his way up, until the sides opened to put Gideon’s chest onfull display. Riley’s knuckles brushed up Gideon’s stomach and over a hard nipple. Gideon’s gut tightened, pleasure rolling over him.

Riley didn’t remove his shirt completely, only shifting one shoulder off to expose an expanse of skin. He rubbed his palm up and down Gideon’s dick, stroking him through his pants. “What would it take for you to come?” He flicked his tongue over Gideon’s collarbone. “For you to lose control and come like this?”

Gideon moaned, swaying. If Riley kept talking like that, he’d come from his voice alone. The husky andsweettone stroked at the core of him, seducing him. Had Riley always sounded like that?

Riley bit down on the sensitive curve of Gideon’s neck. Gideon gasped, head dropping back. Riley sucked hard, and it went straight to Gideon’s dick. Riley hastened his strokes, grip tight and perfect.

Gideon couldn’t stop the orgasm from rolling over him. He clutched at Riley’s larger body, holding himself up as he trembled and came in his pants for the first time in a long fucking time.

Gideon dropped his head against Riley’s chest, mouthing at the fabric of his shirt, the aftershocks like live wire, tracing over his skin. Fuck—so fucking good. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been turned on enough to have such a quick trigger.

He could still feel Riley’s hardness against him. Gideon didn’t know what he wanted to do more: get his mouth all over it, or feel it inside him. Door number three. Both. Anything. All of it. Whatever Riley wanted, he wanted it too.

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