Page 51 of Prodigal

His mouth watered.

He wanted so much more, and he already knew Gideon would give it to him. He touched André with greedy, possessive hands, and André didn’t mind because he felt the same way.

Gideon dipped his head, kissing André’s neck, licking his collarbone.

A groan left André as he arched, legs restless, dick begging for relief that Gideon seemed intent on prolonging. “Gideon.”

“Hmm.” He lifted his head. “You know what this means, don’t you?” His voice was like cut glass, sharpened by the need in his eyes, the arousal tinting his cheeks. Holding André’s gaze, he dragged a hand down André’s chest and stomach, fisting his dick.

André trembled, muscles aching as he tried to hold still, but that battle didn’t last long as he found himself pushing into the grip that wasn’t nearly as tight as he wanted it to be.

Lips curving, Gideon lowered his head until their noses bumped and their lips brushed. “You know what this means?”

All André knew was that if Gideon didn’t fuck him soon he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions. “G-Gideon, please?—”

Gideon squeezed him, tongue flicking out to drag across André’s bottom lip. André opened his mouth for him and Gideon’s tongue plunged inside. He sobbed into the kiss, bucking into Gideon’s fist, fucking himself, chasing the orgasm that was right there, so close, so fucking?—

Gideon’s hold slackened and he broke the kiss abruptly.

André whimpered.

“The moment I give you my cock, you’re mine,” Gideon murmured against his lips. “Mine, André.” He released André’s shaft and dragged a finger lower, over his balls, tracing his hole, then dipping inside in shallow thrusts.

André moaned, ass coming off the bed. It’d been a long time since he’d allowed himself to be in this position with anyone.A long time.And now the hunger he’d been struggling with from the moment he’d met Gideon roared through him and he couldn’t contain it any longer, couldn’t fight it. All he could do was close his eyes and beg to be consumed.

“Please.” He’d never been the begging type. But then again, he’d never fucked someone like Gideon Winters. He’d turned André into a beggar in no time flat.

Gideon’s hand left him and thesnapof a cap opening reached his ears. André kept his eyes closed, both hands fisting the sheets, legs wide, cock dripping. He wanted everything Gideon offered. Anything.

That was reckless and would no doubt come back to bite him in the ass, but he didn’t care. He wanted Gideonin his ass, wanted him stretching him out the way he damn near rearranged André’s tonsils.

Slick fingers pushed into him and he cried out, legs lifting to the ceiling, hips rolling. He clenched around them and Gideon hissed.

“Fuck, the way you squeeze me.”

Heat washed over André. The pleasure in Gideon’s voice was like a fucking aphrodisiac in itself. He opened his eyes and found Gideon staring down between them, watching his fingers tunnel in and out of André. Digging his heels into the mattress, André rocked back on those digits, fucking them with loud moans.

Teeth in his bottom lip, Gideon glanced up at him and winked before he dipped his head, licking a wet trail up the length of André’s cock that lay dripping atop his lower belly.

A cry swelled in his throat only to get choked off when Gideon sucked his cock head into his mouth, tongue flicking over him while his fingers kept up their torture, ramming into André over and over.

André dropped his head back on the pillow, moans—his and Gideon’s—filling the room as he fucked the other man’s mouth while Gideon stretched him out with two fingers. The heat in his belly grew hotter and hotter, shaking his limbs, making him undulate. His toes curled into the mattress.

“Oh, fuck! Gideon, please!” He didn’t want to come without Gideon inside him.

Gideon released his dick but kept right on destroying André with those fingers. “Are you mine?”

André barely heard him, he was too busy shaking as those fingers glided over his prostate. “Fuck!” Pleasure zinged through him—too intense,too much.

“Are you mine?” Gideon asked again. His thrusts grew harder, deeper, punishing too, and André writhed, struggling to keep his eyes open, to form a coherent thought. “Are you mine, André?”

“Yes!” he screamed. “I’m yours. Fuck. I’m yours, Gideon.”

The fingers disappeared and then Gideon was pushing into him. André spread wide for him, hands on his taut ass, urging him on as Gideon eased inside.

Everything in André shut down. He was overloaded, could barely speak. Gideon filled him with no room to spare, hard and thick and pulsing.

“Fuck,” Gideon bit out a hoarse curse. “Goddamn, you’re so tight.” He moaned, dick jerking inside André, hands coming up to frame André’s face. He panted, breath blasting André, lips grazing his cheek. “The perfect fit.”

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