Page 34 of More than Need

He brushed his knuckles across Gideon’s back, goosebumps following in his wake. He rubbed his hard cock idly between Gideon’s cheeks as he carefully washed every inch of his back with the soap. Then across his arms, down his sides, continuing the line onto Dawson’s arm and giving him the same treatment as far as he could reach.

Learning both their responses. Of which there were many. The curve just below Gideon’s elbow made his fingers curl against Dawson. The hollow of his hip—more on the left side—clenched his ass against Riley’s cock. The most sensitive spot had to be his neck, eliciting the most beautiful sounds from his lips. Not an uncommon trigger.

The thin line of skin above Dawson’s collarbone had his lips parting and red streaking over his cheeks. His stomach shuddered when Riley trailed fingers just under his pecs. Interesting places.

Riley kissed behind Gideon’s ear and then got down on one knee to wash their legs. He ran the soap over Gideon’s thick thighs and the curve of his calf, massaging the muscles, the coarse hair pleasantly brushing over his palm.

Gideon’s knees buckled, knocking against Dawson’s, and he laughed when Riley ran fingers behind his knees.

Ticklish. Riley licked the same spot, eliciting the same response. Gideon’s foot slipped on the tiles, and Riley held hisankle at the same time Dawson steadied him with hands over his hips.

“Careful,” Riley murmured. If he lifted his knee too far, Dawson might be out of action longer than either of them wanted.

“Stop being such a fucking tease, then.”

Riley brushed over the same spot with the pads of his fingers, and Gideon’s leg twitched in his hold. He laughed again, a sweet sound that echoed against the tiles.

Dawson stared intensely as Riley stood, like he had a question he didn’t know how to articulate. When he leaned over Gideon, Riley met him halfway, lips parting and sliding in perfect synchronicity. He didn’t know what answers Dawson was looking for. He only knew that he didn’t have them. All he had was this.

The second their lips lifted, Riley turned to Gideon. The heady contrast between the two men made it hard for Riley to think. Gideon melted in their arms, rolling his hips between them and wriggling. Who knew his inability to sit still would translate so well?

That kind of fidgeting would normally irritate Riley, even when in bed with someone: he wanted them to move when he told them that they could, not before. Gideon had always been different in everything. His squirming caused a deep, dark craving inside Riley to come roaring to life. No hint of irritation, only an endless cavern of need. He’d never been able to resist even if Gideon had had no idea how much he affected Riley.

Riley grabbed the lube, flicking it open with his thumb. Dawson took possession of Gideon’s lips, and Gideon arched his back, pushing his ass back like he knew what came next.

He whimpered when Riley brushed fingers over his puckered hole. Christ, his responsiveness would drive Riley to madness. He slipped one finger in, heat squeezing around him. He rotatedhis hips, cock sliding against the soft smoothness of Gideon’s ass as he worked his finger in and out.

Gideon gasped, mouth ripping from Dawson. He pushed back with a desperation that fed that same darkness in Riley. He slid another finger in, stretching Gideon’s tight muscles.

“More. More, I need—” Gideon’s head rested back against Riley’s chest. His mouth opened on a silent gasp as Riley added a third finger.

Riley nipped Gideon’s throat. “You’re so needy for it, Gideon,” he whispered harshly. “You love the way I’m fingering you, getting you ready for my cock. You’d bend over right now and let me fuck you right here, wouldn’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” Gideon begged, turning his head to the side to mouth at Riley’s chest. “Please.”

“Do it,” Dawson groaned out.

Fuck.Gideon clenched around him, and his resolve faltered. He hadn’t planned on doing this in here. Had wanted to take his time with them, in Gideon’s bed. This was only supposed to be the warmup to get them hungry for it.

“We didn’t get the condoms,” he said in a strained voice. “We can’t do this here.” The tip of his cock slid against Gideon’s hole. He added pressure before retreating and then coming back for more. He needed to slow down.Not here. Just a few more minutes, and they could have whatever they wanted, in bed and with condoms. The head of his cock slid in, Gideon squeezing around him. He rolled his hips and then pulled out again.

“Don’t care, don’t care.” Gideon’s fingers laced with Dawson’s, joined hands sliding across the tiles. “Need you, need—Ah!”

Riley groaned loudly as he pushed in. He bit down on the curve of Gideon’s shoulder as he worked himself all the way to the hilt. He’d never imagined he’d get to experience it, not outside of his dreams, where Gideon had haunted him for toolong. It was better than anything his imagination could conjure. Hot, wet, and taking all of him so perfectly.

Gideon couldn’t keep still, gyrating and pushing back, his body begging for Riley to wreck it.

He hadn’t used nearly enough lube or spent enough time loosening him up. It had been a long time for Gideon, and Riley should have been more considerate. He started slowly, letting Gideon get used to the feel of him. His hands found Gideon and Dawson’s, wrapping around their tangled fingers.

Riley’s gaze found Dawson’s as he snapped his hips. Gideon groaned, and Dawson’s hands flexed under theirs, like they were all feeding off each other.

From the moment he’d gotten his arms around Gideon, kissed Dawson in his car, and let those lips wrap around his dick, this had been inevitable. Now or a month down the track, it didn’t matter. Impossible for them to resist the strange pull between them.

“You like that?” Dawson whispered, nudging Gideon’s chin up with his nose so he could kiss him. “He feel good inside you?”

“So good,” Gideon slurred. He let out a strangled gasp as Riley changed his angle, getting himself deeper. “So—Oh God.”

Riley’s knuckles went white around their joined hands, and he pressed harder, forcing Gideon to arch his back under the force of the thrusts. He couldn’t slow down, didn’t want to.

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