Page 57 of More than Need

“Yes.” What were words?

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want to—” He faltered when Dawson’s cock twitched visibly from their words alone. He could hear them, couldn’t see them, was at their complete mercy, and helovedit.

“You want to fuck his hole and see him stretch around you?” Riley licked his neck and bit down. “Make him beg for you?”

Fucking hell, yes.

“Show me.”

Unsteady on his feet, his knees wobbling, and dizzy from mind-numbing arousal, Gideon stumbled a little as he made his way across the room. The wooden floor gave way to the carpeted area of the small living room.

He dropped the condom on Dawson’s chest for later. He slid his hands over Dawson’s upright calf. His leg twitched, and he twisted his head. Gideon smiled. Did he know who touched him?

He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to Riley, who was approaching with a black tie in his hand. He tugged Dawson down the couch until his head went over the side. Gideon had figured the lack of lifted arms on the couch had to do with aesthetics, considering the stunning design of the place. Did Riley have a different reason for them?

Riley placed the fabric over Dawson’s eyes and tied it expertly at the back. Dawson’s strangled gasp as he tipped his head back and over the side went straight to Gideon’s dick.

Gideon continued his exploration, palm sliding across Dawson’s thick thighs, rough, dark hair pleasant under his palm. He knelt between Dawson’s legs and grasped his cock. He stroked the heavy length while his other hand moved over a hipbone and up hard muscles until he reached Dawson’s chest. He pinched a nipple between his fingers, rolling and tweaking it.

Gideon’s eyes met Riley’s where the man still crouched at Dawson’s head. Riley tipped Dawson’s head back further, with hands splayed across his throat, stretching him out delectably. He kissed him lightly, a feather touch. Gideon’s gut clenched. He’d never imagined that watching two people give each other pleasure could be such a fucking turn-on. Porn had nothing on a live show like this.

Gideon flicked his thumb over the head of Dawson’s cock. Riley swallowed Dawson’s cry of pleasure, kissing him harder.

Gideon snatched up the condom with one hand, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it on in a quick, desperate tug. Dawson’s stomach quivered, hips moving enticingly as if Gideon needed encouragement.

He pushed two fingers into Dawson experimentally. Already loose and wet with lube. Had Riley fucked him? Gideon bithis lip, his cock pulsing at the thought. There was none of the jealousy he might have expected, or the feeling of being left out. Just red-hot adrenalin that sent his arousal skyrocketing.

Gideon lined himself up and rubbed his mushroomed head up and down between Dawson’s cheeks and then up to add pressure against his taint and the underside of his balls.

“Gideon, please,” Dawson moaned. “I need you in me, not fucking teasing me. Riley did more than enough of that.”

“That’s the best part,” Gideon said. His gaze flicked to Riley’s ice-blue eyes, intently watching him. Gideon couldn’t look away. The blue darkened when he circled Dawson’s entrance, pushing in the tip and then retreating, adding in a little bit more on every thrust.

“How’d you know it was me?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.

“Riley kisses differently,” Dawson said. Gideon pushed all the way in, burying himself completely, and Dawson’s last word ended in a long-drawn-out moan. He lifted his leg higher, giving Gideon an easier slide. He had surprising flexibility, considering his size.

“Do I?” Riley murmured. He bit his way down Dawson’s throat and then licked at Dawson’s nipple, the same one Gideon still had between his fingers, that he’d been playing with this whole time. Wetness lapped at them both, and then Riley sucked Gideon’s thumb into his mouth, biting down gently before soothing with swirls of his tongue.

Gideon snapped his hips in a harsh thrust, urged on with every flick of Riley’s tongue.

“How does he feel, Dawson?” Riley asked, licking his way back up Dawson’s chest and stopping with their lips so close they brushed on every word. “Feels good, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, so good,” Dawson answered, throaty and thick.

Gideon pumped Dawson’s cock in reward. Every word that Riley spoke in that deep voice took them closer and closer to the edge.

Riley kissed Dawson slowly and then licked across his bottom lip before gliding down his jaw and pressing his mouth against Dawson’s ear. “Almost as good as it feels being inside him, isn’t it? You love how tight he squeezes around you, don’t you, Dawson? You want it right now. You want to slide right in and fuck him until he screams for us?”

Dawson’s dick twitched in Gideon’s grip, hips gyrating from the stimulation. “Fuck.”

“And if I made room right beside you, forcing Gideon to take us both, how do you think that would feel?”

Dawson’s husky groan went straight to Gideon’s stomach, lust a heavy weight bearing down. He thrust harder, seeking pleasure a hair’s breadth out of his reach.

“Tell me, Dawson.”

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