Page 53 of Prodigal

“You can.” André leaned over, cupping Gideon’s face. “You’re Gideon Winters, you can do anything. Including take a day off to spend with me.” His expression faltered for an instant. “Unless that’s not what you want.”

The only thing Gideon wanted was him. In any way he could get him. He closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to André’s. “What would we do?” he asked. “If I cancel my meetings and play hooky with you, what would we do?”

André shrugged, eyes shining. “You have a whole cinema downstairs. We can watch movies, play games, eat junk food?—”

“With Jules?”

André blinked and swallowed before he nodded. “Yeah,” he answered huskily. “With Jules.”

Gideon kissed him again, grabbing the back of his head and delving between his soft lips with a groan. André whimpered, his hands falling to grip Gideon’s shoulders. Gideon was lost in him, in the taste of him, shuddering when André’s tongue twisted around his.

He was the best kisser Gideon ever had. The best everything. Because André did it all with reverence, with newness, with his entire being. He was a full-on experience that Gideon wanted to immerse himself in. He wanted to sink into him until he was submerged up to the top of his head in André.

When the other man fell backward on the bed, Gideon tore away the sheets wrapped around them and climbed him. André’s eager legs did what they’d done all night—what they’d been doing all morning—they parted for him. And as they were both naked, their bodies came together, lining up perfectly.

Gideon hissed when their cocks bumped and rubbed.

“Mmm, fuck. Gideon.” André arched for him, hips jerking. “I want you again but fuck, I’m sore.”

Gideon ignored the thrill of satisfaction that shot through him. Hehadspent a long time inside André. “You’re not the only one who likes getting fucked, you know.” He dropped an openmouthed kiss on André’s jaw, still rolling his hips as they rubbed against each other. “My body’s right here,” he murmured against André’s lips. “Waiting to be used by you.”

“Oh, I—” André blinked up at him, cupping the back of his head to hold him still. “I didn’t know if you—if you bottomed.”

It’d been a while, but— “I do. Do you top?”

“I’ve never, no.”

Who the hell had he been with that none of his previous lovers wanted to feel him inside them? Fucking idiots. “Do you want to?” Gideon asked him.

André swallowed with an audible click. “Yes.”

Gideon smirked and planted a loud kiss on his lips before easing away from him and sitting back on his haunches. “Then grab the lube.” Which he seriously hoped wasn’t all done with the way they’d been using it.

As André did what Gideon asked, Gideon got onto his stomach on all fours. Ass in the air. Knees apart. Back arched soAndré could see him, all of him. He glanced over his shoulder to find André with the lube in his hand, mouth agape, gaze trained exactly where Gideon wanted.

“Stretch me,” Gideon ordered throatily. “I want to feel you and I don’t want to wait.”

That first touch, André’s trembling fingers skating over his hole, had him drawing in a deep breath and fisting the sheets. Then the finger pushed in.

“Hmm.” That groan was deep and rattling. “Yes. Fuck, baby. I need more of those digits. One isn’t enough.”

“Gideon.” André breathed his name.

“Fuck me with your fingers.” Gideon was trying for an order, but that came out sounding like desperate begging.

“You’re so tight.” André’s voice was filled with wonder as he added another lubed finger, sinking slowly into Gideon.

Gideon moaned, eyes closed, forehead pressed to the pillow. “Because no one’s been there for a very long time. I’ve been waiting,” he confessed. “Waiting for you.” He’d never been a big talker when it came to sex, but André brought that out in him and he just wanted to be vocal, to ensure the other man knew the power he held, the control he had over Gideon.

Lips brushed his lower back as André’s thrusts got more confident and he delved deeper.

“Ah fuck.Yesss.” Gideon rocked his hips, fucking the bed, grinding his leaking cock into the mattress as he trembled, moaning. “Yes. Harder, baby. I won’t break.”

André clearly believed him because he started fucking Gideon in earnest, those digits digging deep, sending fire shooting through Gideon’s body. His cock leaked as he clenched around André’s fingers. They were good, but they weren’t enough.

“Come inside me.” His voice trembled but he didn’t care. He lifted his head, blinking to clear his vision as he looked over hisshoulder. André’s teeth were in his bottom lip, nostrils flared, heavy gaze locked on where his fingers were disappearing inside of Gideon. “André, come inside.”

His head jerked up then, movements stilling. “You’re sure?”

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