Now, he was about to show him.
Turning him around, he picked him up, dropped his ass onto the counter, and stared into his eyes.
“Keep my cum in you. You’re about to cum for me,” he said, before he kept jerking him off.
Gamble’s fist was punishing him, working his dick over with rough, brutal strokes.
Poe’s body convulsed with the pleasure being forced through him as he fought to cum, and fought to do what Gamble told him.
He was teetering on the edge.
“Please,” he begged.
Spitting on his erection, Poe watched the slickness coat his dick from his husband’s saliva.
“Oh, fuck,” Poe whispered, as he was trapped on the counter, and there was a gorgeous man jerking him off.
It was time.
“Cum for me,” Gamble ordered, and then took his dick in his mouth to swallow him.
That was all it took.
It did what Gamble had intended it to do.
Poe came.
Oh, and he came so goddamn hard that he couldn’t breathe.
Holy shit.
He loved his life.
When Gamble swallowed his cum, Poe had still kept his husband’s load in his ass—somehow. It hadn’t been easy. Here he was, resting against the mirror, his legs spread, his shirt on, and his libido just barely quenched.
That lust for Gamble would never end.
“It’s your fault,” Poe muttered, as they were definitely not ready to head downstairs.
Not.
Even.
Close.
Immediately, Poe began giggling because he couldn’t help it.
The man he loved was a menace.
“You are absolutely not blaming me for this,” Gamble said, kneeling on the floor and resting against the bathroom counter.
“I am. I’ve never done anything like this before you, so ergo, you are the one to blame.”
Gamble laughed.
“Ergo?” he asked. “Is that a word?”
He snorted.