Page 35 of More than Need

Needy noises spilled out of Gideon’s mouth, each one elevating in pitch every time Riley drove into him. Whatever madness had taken over Riley, he wasn’t alone in it.

Dawson marked up Gideon’s neck with his eyes closed, his thick lashes resting on his cheeks. He worked his hands out from under theirs, one disappearing between him and Gideon and the other sliding over his shoulder, across to Riley’s chest.

Gideon gasped and tilted his head, and Dawson took advantage, slanting their lips together. Riley dug his fingers intoGideon’s hip, holding him steady. Then he reached down, feeling where Dawson stroked Gideon’s cock.

Riley removed Dawson’s hand and splayed it over the tiles, adding pressure to keep him there. Dawson curled the tips of his fingers around Riley’s, heat flaring in his eyes.

Gideon moaned in protest. “No, what are you—”

“Can you come without us touching you? Just from being fucked?” A desirable trait for some. Not for Riley. It made it that much harder to control when someone came. Gideon’s orgasm belonged to him. Both of theirs did.

“No, I need—I need—”

Perfect.

Gideon tried to touch his dick, and Riley grasped his wrist, putting that against the tiles as well.

“I don’t think so,” he growled low in Gideon’s ear. He needed four hands to control these two.

“I need to come,” Gideon sobbed.

Riley mouthed at his throat, tasting skin and warm water. The mixed scent of the floral soap and the underlying musk that was all Gideon heightened Riley’s arousal. He didn’t need a fancy cologne to be enticing. “You can, when I tell you to,” he whispered.

“What if I beg?”

“You think I’m so easily manipulated?” Gideon didn’t need to know how derailed his plans were already. He’d never meant for any of them to allow it to go this far here. A quick stop on the way to the bedroom.

Riley grazed his teeth over the thin skin above Gideon’s pulse. He shuddered, and Riley latched on, sucking hard as he slowed his thrusts. The way Gideon tried to keep him inside as he pulled out made his own knees weak. The perfect amount of pressure. If he wasn’t careful, he would come too soon.

“No, no, don’t, please.”

“Are you in control here, Gideon?” Riley asked, shoving back in hard enough to push Gideon into Dawson. “Or am I? Do you not trust that I can take care of you?” He lifted Dawson’s other hand to the tiles, resting the backs of them against the cold surface. Then he did the same with Gideon’s. They curled around each other automatically, with beautiful symmetry. “Leave them there.”

Gideon moaned, knuckles going white as he squeezed. Dawson’s throat worked, his brown eyes darkening. His hips jerked against Gideon’s.

“And if I don’t?” Dawson asked hoarsely.

“Then I hope you like cold showers.”

Dawson’s arms flexed, and Riley waited for a smart-ass remark that never came. A win. Guess he could be taught.

Riley nuzzled Gideon’s neck. “And you, Gideon? Are you going to leave them there for me like a good boy?”

Gideon let out a strangled noise before gasping, “Yes. I’ll leave them there, I promise.”

Dawson’s head tipped back, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck,” he whispered brokenly. “Why is that hot?”

Riley kissed beneath Gideon’s ear. “Are you going to be good for me?”

“So good,” Gideon promised. He turned his head, and Riley kissed him. Those lips were a siren, a creature of the sea luring men to their deaths. Gideon had the potential to leave broken hearts in his wake wherever he went. That boyish charm, that infectious optimism, and a mouthwateringly beautiful body. Lucia had been enjoying these lips for too long; they belonged to Riley now, and he had no intention of ever letting them go. Her loss; his gain.

Riley slowly pulled out and then pushed back in with a hard thrust. Gideon whimpered, eyes wide and hungry. Fucking hell, could he be any more perfect?

“Look at him, Gideon,” Riley said. “Look at how much he wants you. He’s so hard for you I bet you could blow on his dick, and he’d come all over your face.”

Dawson exhaled shakily. “If you keep talking like that, I won’t even need that much.”

Riley’s thumb slid across Dawson’s bottom lip. “Why don’t you get on your knees and occupy yourself, then?”

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