Page 55 of More than Need

Riley kissed so seriously, with all his intense focus on Dawson. Nothing could top the feeling it gave Dawson to be the centre of attention for this man. Except sharing it with Gideon, like having them both multiplied it.

A lubed finger stroked over his hole, massaging gently before two pushed inside, stretching him as they slid in deep. Dawson clutched at Riley’s shoulders, gasping. This was exactly what he’d needed. This connection with the one person in the world he shouldn’t have gone anywhere near.

“Squeeze around my fingers—yes, just like that.” Riley fucked him slowly, taking his time. “Feel how good you’re taking me? You’re fucking perfect.” Riley slid another finger in, and Dawson groaned, the words washing over him like a warm blanket just pulled from the dryer.

He tried to think of something—anything—to say, but he could never hope to match Riley’s mouth. He could only take and hope that Riley never stopped. Hope that when this all came out, he wouldn’t lose everything.

Riley moved down his chest, teeth scraping over skin and his tongue soothing the passage. Over his stomach, around his belly button, and then lower, nose nuzzling Dawson’s rock-hard cock. Dawson pushed his hips up, seeking more.

Those fingers never stopped fucking Dawson with a steady pace that drove him wild. Dawson gripped the couch and Riley’s forearm, squirming on the talented fingers at the same time he was wishing he had Riley’s cock inside him, tearing him apart.

Riley sucked only the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around with the perfect amount of suction. A hand kept his hip in place so he couldn’t force more of it into Riley’s mouth the way he wanted to.

Frustration ate at him. He could never get enough,neededmore. It would be so easy to tip across into something altogether more satisfying. Riley seemed intent on not going over, taking Dawson to the brink and then stopping until he calmed, only to do it all over again.

Delaying the inevitable while they waited for Gideon? Or simply to drive him to madness until he’d turned into nothing but a bundle of nerves, eager, unbearably turned on, with a craving for completion that took over his very being?

Riley took him fully into his mouth. Dawson had barely a second to enjoy the wet heat before Riley pulled all the way off. A mere glimpse of heaven.

“Fuck,” he cursed, draping his forearm over his eyes.

“Do you need something, Dawson?” Riley asked.

“You fucking know I do,” he bit out.

Riley thrust harder, fingers skimming his prostate.Fuckkkkk.Dawson cried out, arm flinging to grip the edge of the couch as he held on. Riley didn’t let up, plunging into him over and over until he was so close his entire body thrummed with it. Involuntary whines left Dawson’s lips in a litany of pleasure.

Then the assholeslowed down, dragging Dawson down from his high without giving him satisfaction.

Uncalled-for torture.

“And what is it you need?” Riley whispered, lips gliding over Dawson’s jaw, his stubble a pleasant rasp over his skin. He hoped it left a mark, thatRileyleft a mark not soon forgotten. Pieces of him that he could keep.

Dawson lifted a knee, resting it against the back of the couch to spread himself even wider. “I want your dick.”

“But do youneedit?” Riley asked, readjusting his position and stretching his full length over Dawson, pushing him down into the cushions with his weight. Dawson might be bigger, butRiley’s dominance rendered that point moot. Only one of them held power here, and it wasn’t Dawson.

“Yes,” Dawson groaned out. “I need it.” More than needed it. More akin to an obsession, an itch that he couldn’t reach, an ache he couldn’t shift.

Dawson could have wept at the sound of a condom wrapper ripping open. They’d made sure to use them ever since their first time in the shower, though Dawson would have agreed to anything that Riley wanted. There had never been a more responsible person in the entire fucking world, and Dawson trusted him even if he shouldn’t.

He tugged Riley down for another obscene kiss as the head of his cock nudged at Dawson’s entrance.

A buzzing noise interrupted them. Riley paused with the head of his cock barely inside Dawson.

“No.”No. Riley couldn’t stop now, not so close to giving him what he needed.

“That will be Gideon downstairs,” Riley murmured. He thrust all the way into Dawson without warning. Dawson’s mouth opened in a silent gasp, arching his back against the sudden intrusion. “He’s waiting downstairs to have his turn at your perfect ass. Should we make him wait for it?”

Dawson could only moan needily as Riley fucked him hard and fast, pounding into him with a ferocity that curled his toes.Yesyesyes.

His orgasm rose to the surface, so goddamn close, and then Riley stoppedagain.

“You motherfucker,” Dawson growled in frustration. “Don’t fucking stop.”

Riley licked the corner of Dawson’s mouth. “Are you swearing at me, Dawson?”

Dawson groaned in annoyance. “No.”

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