Page 74 of Prodigal

Gideon’s fingers kept thrusting inside of André, curved to press against his spot while his tongue incapacitated him.

“Shit. I’m coming! Gideon, fuck!” Just like that, André was shaking, ass muscles clenching and cum spurting into Gideon’s waiting mouth. His hips jerked as Gideon didn’t pause sucking him, not for a moment, emptying his balls until André had nothing.

Not even air in his lungs.

He fell back against the pillows and eventually Gideon eased off him, allowing André’s spent dick to slide out of his mouth,fingers dragging out of him. André’s breath hitched, his entire body quivering.

Gideon kissed his way up André’s body, then dropped onto the bed next to him, cupping André’s face. “Are you okay?”

André smelled himself on Gideon’s breath, spotted a drop of cum at the corner of his mouth, and leaned forward, tongue flicking out to clean it up. Gideon moaned, lips parting, begging for André’s tongue, so André gave it to him while reaching between them, into Gideon’s underwear, and fisting his erection.

He liked it when Gideon moaned. It was a low, rumbling thing that never failed to bring goose bumps to the surface of André’s skin. And he liked it when Gideon’s hips rolled, his swollen dick with the wet tip plunging in and out of André’s grip. André kept kissing him, wild and hungry as he jerked the other man off. Their tongues twisted, wrapping around each other as they panted into the kiss.

“Come for me,” he growled into Gideon’s mouth, and Gideon did with a low whine, hot cum spurting over André’s knuckles. More than anything else, André loved that he had the power he had, to commandtheWinters. He kept tugging on Gideon’s shaft while tongue-fucking him, and Gideon clung to him, his breaths harsh and body jerking.

André felt powerful within their dynamic because Gideon had done everything to empower him. But in bed, knowing he could do whatever he wanted and the other man would let him? That was something else entirely.

He finally released Gideon, wiping his sticky hands on the sheets. They lay on their sides facing each other, panting, bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of their orgasms.

“Are you okay?” André repeated Gideon’s question back to him.

His eyes were closed but Gideon opened them, meeting André’s gaze. The haze of orgasm was already fading from hisblue eyes and his lips curved before he answered. “When I’m with you, I am.”

But when he wasn’t with André? He touched Gideon’s face, absentmindedly stroking his cheek. He was in the middle of it now with Gideon, so he had an up-close-and-personal look at how the sausage was made, as it were. People on the outside looking in would only see the money and the status, the power. They didn’t know anything else about the man behind the powerful name. André had been one of those people once upon a time, judging a man he didn’t know based on brief snippets of shit he saw in the media. He was so thankful that he’d gotten to know the true Gideon Winters.

He was also thankful that he’d put his unfounded bias aside. Otherwise, he would have lost out on this.

“Anything you wanna talk about?” he asked.

Gideon breathed deeply, then shook his head. “Yes, but not right now.” He sat up, regret in his eyes. “I have a meeting that I can’t miss. And I want you there with me.”

“Okay.” André sat up as well. “Whatever you need.”

“I promised Juliette we’ll have dinner with her tonight.” Gideon got out of bed and stripped off his underwear. “So, we need to get going.” Striding past the clothes scattered on the floor, clothes he’d likely taken off before joining André in the bed, he entered the bathroom and André followed.

“What’s the meeting about?”

Gideon didn’t look at him as he turned the shower on. “That plan I told you about on the plane?” He glanced over his shoulder and André nodded. “It’s already in motion. I need to ensure the next step is in place, so that’s what we’re doing.”

That didn’t really explain much, but André didn’t call the other man out on it. He knew Gideon would go into more detail whenever he felt ready.

They showered, taking turns washing each other. Their bodies responded to the soft touches and kisses they kept pausing to sneak in, but they didn’t take it further than sucking on each other’s tongues. When they were finished, they got dressed, André in a suit matching Gideon’s. A suit Gideon had provided for him, in his size and everything. A suit André would’ve never bought for himself simply because he couldn’t…the designer wasthatexpensive.

When they were dressed, Gideon eyed him with a lick of his lips and lust in his eyes. André chuckled and took a step back.

“Don’t look at me like that. We don’t have time for whatever it is you’re thinking.”

“We could make time.” Gideon closed the distance between them, hands landing on André’s hips, burying his face in André’s neck and inhaling deeply. “You smell so good.”

His breath on André’s skin had him shivering, and he brought his hands up, tunneling fingers through Gideon’s hair and jerking his head back. Kissing him. A peck at first. And then they were tonguing each other down, grinding on each other. Gideon’s hands dropped from André’s hips to smooth over his ass cheeks before cupping them, squeezing just as a knock came on the door.

“G.”

Gideon released a despondent moan at the sound of Samir’s voice. “No.”

His sentiments exactly, but… “Looks like we have to go,” André murmured against his lips. “I’ll make it up to you later though.”

“You’d better.” Gideon pecked him one last time, then blew out a breath and stepped back, tugging on his jacket and then smoothing his hair. “Let’s go.” He held out a hand for André as he opened the door to find Samir eyeing them with full-on judgment in his eyes. As if he knew what they’d been about to do.

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