Page 85 of Reluctantly You

Then he suddenly stops, his hand rummaging into his pocket, pulling out a small packet of lube.

“Asshole. I’m not fucking easy.”

“You are. Tell me you are.”

I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want this to end, so I give a slight dip of my chin, an acknowledgement without actually saying anything.

“Mmm, yes. God, after that little stunt you pulled—” His words are cut off when he pulls the package open with his teeth, squirting the lube on the tip of my cock and covering me with it. His hand moves to his pants and I watch as he unzips them, the thick length of him making an appearance as his trousers slide down his thighs.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to hear you moan,” he grunts, and I feel my heart jump in my chest.

“I’m not moaning for you,” I murmur as he brings our cocks together. The sight of it, both slick with lube, tips leaking, forces a moan to slide from me.

Gideon lets out a small, dark laugh and then his hand tightens on my wrists.

“I want you to say my name when you come—mine.”

I scoff, as best I can, and arch my hips forward, fucking into his fist.

“Try and make me.”

It’s a challenge, one he readily accepts, and before I realize what’s going on, his fist tightens around our combined cocks, and he’s stroking us roughly in tandem. My eyes roll back in myhead before I snap them open, my chin hitting my chest as I watch him get us both off.

The sight of it is too much, too overwhelming.

And he only makes it worse by leaning forward and biting his way up my neck to my cheek and mouth, nibbling on my sore lips before kissing me roughly.

My cock pulses in his hand, my balls drawn up tight. I’m going to come embarrassingly fast.

I hate him for reducing me to this, to this trembling, heated mess.

“Say my name,” he says as he continues to stroke me, his movements faster, my skin alight with lust.

“Tell me who makes you moan like this, wanton and full of need.”

I shake my head, swallowing roughly as my eyes land on our cocks once more.

“Just say it, Mitchell. Fucking give in for once in your goddamn life.”

“No, this isn’t me. I don’t do this.”

“You do. You want it. You want this with me.”

My eyes slam into his, watching that sliver of iris disappear into his black pupils.

“Say it. Admit it.”

I can’t. I can’t, can I? I always treated my hookups like this, degrading them, calling them names. And here I am, letting Gideon do the same to me. Maybe this is what I wanted all along. Maybe this, right here, is what I need.

I don’t know. I don’t fucking know.

“Say it, Mitchell.”

His wrist twists against us and his teeth graze my ear, and I can’t help the way his name leaves my mouth on a moan.

I give in. In this moment, I admit it all.

“Fuck, yes. Fuck,” he groans and then I feel his cock pulse, his cum hitting my dick, warm and slippery. And then my own release barrels through me, his hand continuing to wring me until I’m empty, just a husk against the wall.

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