Page 58 of More than Need

“I can’t. It’s too—” He arched, unable to finish.

It’s too much.

Gideon understood. He felt the same. An overwhelming burst of emotion, uncontrollable, like being pulled down the rapids with no hope of escape. Fierce, unsettling. Absolutely perfect.

Riley kissed him with a tinge of desperation that hadn’t been there before, like he could feel it as well. All of them caught in it.

Gideon didn’t slow as he watched them, his own frenzied need fuelled by how much they wanted each other, unfiltered reactions to each other that they couldn’t hold back. Riley controlled the kiss, and Dawson surrendered to it even as he fought back, vying for some level of dominance in a battle he would never win.

Gideon leaned over Dawson’s body, one hand on the couch to balance himself, hovering near them to get closer. Riley lifted from Dawson and gave Gideon room so he could take his placeand kiss Dawson. Dawson took control between them, sliding a hand around the back of Gideon’s neck and keeping him in place. He pushed his hips up at the same time, fucking himself on Gideon’s cock. Topping from the bottom. Gideon had never experienced it before—a crucial mistake given how much it worked for him.

Something about these two men let him relax, let him justbewithout expectations or thought. They guided his every move, and Gideon had never felt more alive and at peace than he did when they carried the weight of his soul.

He tore away, needing a reprieve to breathe. Riley didn’t give it to him, covering his mouth and taking even more from him while Dawson held him in place. No escape, forced to take it.Oh God.He greedily tangled his tongue with Riley’s, almost embarrassed at how needy he felt.

“Are you close?” Riley whispered.

Gideon tugged Riley’s lips back to his. Riley might be a wordy motherfucker during sex, but Gideon didn’t have that many brain cells left when they were being fucked out of him. His actions had to be enough to convey his thoughts and feelings.

Riley trailed his lips across Gideon’s jaw and down his throat, a quiver following his featherlight touch. “I’m going to choke him with my cock, and you’re going to come while I do it, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” Gideon had no other words.Yes.

“Good boy,” Riley said against his ear, a sinful whisper.

Pleasure ran over Gideon, a physical caress over his skin. He wanted to be good for Riley, makehimfeel as good as he did. Both of them. He fed on their praise, their approval, their appreciation.

Gideon straightened, settling his weight back on the couch, the change in position pushing him even further inside Dawson. Hewouldn’t come until Riley said that he could, but if he kept up this pace, he wasn’t sure he could hold back.

Riley rested a knee beside Dawson’s head and fed him his cock. He pushed so far in that Gideon could see the barest hint of a bulge in his throat. If he angled it just a little better—yes,like that.Holy hell.If Gideon had ever seen a better sight, he didn’t remember it.

Riley slid a hand under Dawson’s neck, lowering his head and lifting his neck simultaneously, giving himself the room to slide further down his throat.

Dawson took them from both ends, mindlessly twisting, his obscene moans more a vibration. He tapped Riley’s thigh, and Riley pulled out immediately, letting Dawson suck in hasty breaths. He didn’t give him long before plunging back in, not easing himself in like he had the first time, instead shoving himself all the way in.

Gideon thrust erratically, uncontrolled motions as he stared, fixated, at Dawson’s throat. He leaned forward, desperate to feel the thin layer of skin and Riley’s hard cock beneath. Dawson swallowed around the touch, and Gideon’s balls drew up, so fucking close. It wouldn’t take much now to push him over.

He yanked Riley down into a kiss and fucked harder into Dawson, a hand against his tight stomach to brace himself. Dawson pushed up, matching his needy movements.

Riley pulled out of Dawson again. Gideon leaned down, Dawson panting into his mouth as he tasted Riley on his tongue. The head of Riley’s cock nudged at where they were joined, and they turned, sliding over the silky length together.

They alternated between sucking him, sticky pre-cum coating their mouths, and kissing, sharing the taste. Over and over until Gideon couldn’t hold it back anymore.

Riley shifted back to Dawson, deep throating him and fisting Gideon’s hair, forcing his head up to kiss him. Gideon groanedinto his mouth as his hips jerked, and he emptied himself into the condom. Uncontrollable tremors hit him, dizzying pleasure taking over his entire system.

Dawson choked as Riley fucked him with shallow thrusts, still so careful even as he destroyed them both.

Gideon could have sworn he heard Riley praise him again, telling him how well he’d done, but the foggy haziness made it hard to think. Riley swiped away a tear from his cheek with a thumb. He might have been embarrassed if Riley wasn’t looking at him like it was the sexiest thing he’d seen in his life.

“Did I—?” He couldn’t finish the question, terrified that it would come across as too needy.

“You were perfect,” Riley said softly.

Gideon relaxed, satisfaction lighting up inside him. He’d been perfect.Perfect.When had he ever been perfect? He liked the sound of it.

Riley slid the makeshift blindfold off Dawson, tossing it to the side. Their eyes met, and the intensity between them crackled in the air, thick and palpable.

“Do it,” Dawson said hoarsely. “Come on my face.”

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