Page 62 of Reluctantly You

I snap my neck up, knocking him in the forehead roughly with mine. Pain slices through my head and Gideon’s eyes widen slightly.

“You are such a shit,” he hisses and then his free hand clasps onto my neck and holds me in place.

His tongue peeks out and wets his lips. I watch the movement, my heart throbbing in my chest. His pupils are blown out, his cheeks slightly red and then in the next second, his lips are on mine.

Our mouths crash together and his tongue presses into my open mouth. A low groan escapes me when our teeth clash, his fingers tightening on my wrist, his hips arching into me. My cock lengthens against him, and I moan lowly as he rubs against it. He’s relentless with his body. Kissing me deeply, tongues tangling, teeth biting my lips, his cock sliding against mine. My free hand slides into his hair, my fingers curling and tugging on it painfully.

I should push him away. I hate this, and yet I need it.

I need it.

Oh my god.

We’re frenzied, our breathing ragged, our dicks impossibly hard.

I need to stop it. Need to end this, but I can’t stop. Can’t.Can’t.

My groans are coming out louder now, needy and desperate, and Gideon chuckles against my mouth, his teeth sinking roughly into my bottom lip.

“You’re just a needy little slut,” he says, and I gasp when he grinds against me.

“Fuck. You,” I manage to say, and then his lips slam down on mine once more. Our tongues battle and he sucks mine between his lips, making me cry out at the force of it.

“Say it. Say you’re my little slut,” he rasps as his hips relentlessly press against mine. My cock aches, my balls are drawn up, hard and full. “Look how hard you are for me.”

I moan when he starts to roll his hips, canting down into me. “I bet you think about this. Think about me. Are you a greedy bottom, Mitch? Or are you still insisting you’re not gay?”

I throw my body up, my legs wrapped around his hips and we tumble onto the carpet. I’m on top of him now, his body pinned below mine. My hair falls into my face, and I reach up to push it back.

Gideon grins at me, his cheeks red from the exertion, his lips slightly swollen.

“My little bottom,” he says, and I grind my teeth. My eyes settle on his mouth and I do my best to not lean down and kiss him.

I don’t want to kiss him.

“I’m not. I’m not,” I insist, and he uses my distraction to roll me onto my back, knocking my leg into the coffee table.

He captures both my hands above my head now and starts to rock against me, our cocks perfectly aligned.

“You are. You’re my slutty little bottom. I bet you’d beg for it, for me to push your legs open wide and shove my cock right into your tight, virgin hole.”

I moan loudly at the thought, my entire body trembling from the friction he’s placing on me. I feel him everywhere.

“Want me to do that, hm? Want me to shove your legs apart and take you?”

I groan at the visual as his lips skate down my cheek and bite down roughly on my jaw.

“Want me to split you wide open, Mitchell? Tell me you don’t want it. Tell me and I’ll stop.”

I want it. I want it.

I arch into him and he grunts my name once more before whispering it softly against my skin.

The way he says it, the way he looks, is my undoing. I feel my balls draw up and my cock explodes. I gasp and moan through it, my entire body shaking from the force.

Oh fuck. Oh, fuck.

I come down from an incredibly long orgasm, my ears ringing, my heart thudding in my chest. My cum has filled my boxer briefs and Gideon is still on top of me, his cock still rock hard against my groin.

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