Page 93 of Prodigal

“You are a million times more ruthless than he’d ever been, and that fucker was as bloodthirsty as they come.”

Gideon chuckled. “He taught me everything I know.”

“I see that.” Vale nodded in approval. “You will find the answers, Gideon. I know you will.” He patted Gideon’s shoulder, then strode off.

Gideon stared after him, blinking the emotion from his eyes. When he’d learned about Ennis’s involvement in his mother’s death, he’d doubted if he could make Aldo proud. But he knew now that he could. He might take a different route than originally planned, but he would.

Now, he was going home to the man he knew was waiting for him.

If this was any other time, he’d already be planning his next strike, moving pieces on the chess board.

But that was before André.

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The dipof the mattress roused André from sleep. But it was the brush of soft lips to the back of his neck that had him inhaling and turning onto his back. A heavy body pressed him down and he released a sigh of contentment. And of relief. His spirit never truly settled until Gideon was back beside him. He’d tried staying up but apparently, he’d fallen asleep at some point. He lifted heavy eyelids to find Gideon peering down at him with half a smile.

“You’re home,” he whispered just as Gideon kissed him. André moaned, eyes dropping closed once more. Gideon was naked, his limbs gliding against André’s the way their tongues did.

He lifted his legs and wrapped them around Gideon’s waist, hands sliding up his shoulders into his hair, gripping, tugging, his back arching when Gideon broke the kiss and dragged his tongue down André’s throat, licking and nipping.

André wore only his underwear, and as Gideon kissed his way down his chest, he ripped them off, tossing them aside. Nails dragged down his sides, causing his body to arch off the bed. Gideon kissed him, open-mouthed hungry kisses, wet withlust that raised goose bumps on André’s skin and had his legs lifting to the ceiling. And when Gideon buried his face in André’s groin, pausing to inhale him loudly, André choked on what saliva was left in his mouth.

“Fuck.” It was a broken whisper, all he could afford since he was busy bucking against Gideon’s face when the other man’s fingers wrapped around his length. “Gi-Gideon.”

His lover grunted, probably because he was too busy flattening his tongue down the side of André’s shaft.Goddamn.That touch, coupled with a hint of teeth and the tight grip of Gideon’s fist, had André melting, panting, whimpering. Then Gideon took him into his mouth fully and André swore he blacked out. His hips moved as if on their own, rocking, thrusting into Gideon’s mouth, fucking him, hard and fast, knocking his head back with every plunge down his throat.

Gideon hung on to him with nails in André’s upper thighs, nails that he then raked down André’s skin. Fuck! A silent scream opened his mouth wide, but nothing came out. All sounds began and ended in his throat, though he managed to sling a leg over Gideon’s shoulder. Gideon pulled on André’s balls, a fingertip grazing his hole, tapping against it before he pushed both of André’s legs back, licking his hole.

That was the moment André found his voice.

His words.

“Ah fuck, Gideon!” He yanked on Gideon’s hair but that didn’t cause even a falter in his actions. He ate André’s ass with loud, appreciative moans.

He was the best ass eater, a champion at it. Face all up in André’s ass as if he was trying to remain imprinted there, wet, stiffened tongue burrowing into him, fingers dipping in too. Scissoring, stretching. André rocked back on his face, riding the finger, his tongue. Anything Gideon gave, he took.

Felt like hours, but also like no time at all. Gideon didn’t appear to be in a rush, and André wasn’t about to stop him. He lay back, legs and ass in the air, his aching cock dripping. Riding against Gideon’s face, he stroked himself, pre-cum slicking his fingers. Through it all, he cried out Gideon’s name until he was hoarse, until his throat ached.

Gideon finally pulled away and sat back, meeting André’s eyes as he licked his lips while squirting lube onto his hands and then smearing it on himself. Then his fingers were back, double digits slick with lube spearing into André, wetting him up even more.

André spread his legs wide, struggling to keep his eyes open. The pleasure, as always, was blinding. Teeth in his bottom lip, he held Gideon’s stare even as his limbs shuddered. Felt as if his bones vibrated from the rush of heated arousal in Gideon’s eyes. Even in the dim light of their bedroom, there was no mistaking the love that glowed in his blue orbs as he took himself in hand and brought his dick to André’s hole.

Nostrils flaring, Gideon held his gaze as he fed himself inside, inch by thick inch, while André’s body struggled to take him. It was like this every time. But André loved it. Loved how Gideon had to coax his body open, had to force him to take it. Something about that pain and discomfort was the hottest. A desperate thrill danced up and down his spine. And it felt as if a hand was around his throat, blocking any sound. Myriad sensations sent his senses into a frenzy. Fuck if he didn’t crave it.

Gideon finally hit bottom and they both inhaled, bodies freezing momentarily.

“I love you.” That couldn’t be Gideon’s voice. He sounded as if he was gritting his teeth, as if he was in pain, as if he teetered on the edge of ruin.

“I love you, too,” André panted. He managed to get his limbs to work just long enough to reach out and touch Gideon’s face,pulling him close, legs locking around his waist. Gideon lowered himself to André’s chest. And with their faces inches apart, breaths mingling, André kissed him. Easing his head back, he took in the way Gideon’s lashes fluttered, and inside him, Gideon’s dick jerked and thickened. “I love you so much.”

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Gideon murmured against his lips.

André’s body tightened. “Mmmm, yes.”Please.

“I’m gonna come inside you. Fill you up until you overflow.” Teeth nipped André’s lower lip. “Till you leak.”

Had his voice always been that deep, dripping with lust and dark carnal promise? Because André was about to come from just that. His body quaked, hips jerking. “Fuck.” He moaned, nails scratching up and down Gideon’s back. “Please.”

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