Jesse didn’t think he could avoid using his teeth. Henry’s c**k was too big, and Henry took Gideon’s words to heart. There was no time to adjust, no time to linger over taste or texture, no time to become accustomed to the length and width. He was really nothing but a hole. He relaxed his jaw, relaxed his throat, tried to breathe through his nose, and clenched around Gideon’s c**k each time Henry drove into his mouth, his own c**k aching in sympathy. His entire body throbbed in time to Henry’s harsh rhythm.
“You like that, don’t you, you little cockslut?” Henry’s voice was as rough as his tempo, scraping over Jesse’s bare skin. “That’s right, take it, all the way…fuck, Gideon, you lucked out with this one. His mouth is f*****g brilliant.”
Though he no longer had Gideon against his back,
