“I don’t think I need to ask.”
Gideon slid his hands down and deftly undid the strap holding Jesse’s arms back, letting the leather fall to the floor. He waited for Jesse to stand, then eased down onto the floor, turning as gracefully as he could as they reversed positions. When Jesse was settled, Gideon took his hands and brought them up to Gideon’s head.
And waited.
Jesse leaned forward and ghosted his lips across Gideon’s forehead and cheeks. His mouth was as light as his breath. He took Gideon’s wrists and dragged his hands away from his head to rest them on Jesse’s thighs.
“I just want to feel your mouth, Sir.”
Smoothing his palms upward, Gideon shot Jesse a smile before leaning in. The tip of his tongue traced almost delicately around the crown, and when Jesse squirmed against t
