“What’s wrong?” Mac asked.
“Nothing.” Gideon’s lips curled into a smile.There’s a dick in my face.
He let Mac enter his mouth, as much as he could. He relaxed his jaw, and Gideon took in the sweaty taste of him. He focused on the now. No analysis. No neurosis. He had one of those rare experiences of living in the moment. He slapped the hard dick against his tongue. Mac groaned in delight. Gideon would never get tired of that sound, especially knowing that he was the cause.
Gideon moaned as the hot, throbbing cock filled up his mouth. Mac grabbed the headboard to steady himself. He lifted his hips, sending his cock further inside Gideon’s mouth. Gideon rubbed himself over his pants. A rogue finger of his found its way to Mac’s ass. He pushed it in. Mac gasped like no one was listening.
He pulled out his finger and tried to stand up, but Mac yanked him into a kiss that dared to suck his lips off. His tongue tasted the insides of Gideon’s mouth. Their warm bodies locked each other in a tight embrace. Mac’s erection branded Gideon’s leg.
“Get on your back,” Mac commanded. His heavy-lidded eyes conveyed such force and lust that Gideon would’ve walked to China if Mac told him to.
Mac whipped his shirt off. His pecs and biceps bulged as he undid Gideon’s pants and threw them on the floor. The cold hotel room air hit his bare legs and ass, but the heat coming off Mac made for a potent shield. Mac slapped his ass. Gideon spread his legs further.
The anticipation sent him spiraling. He felt a finger circling his ass. Now he was the one getting impaled by the dildo in his fantasy. Except this wasn’t a dream, and it was going to be much better than a yellow sex toy.
“Yes, baby. Yes.” Gideon slammed his head against the mattress. Mac pressed in further. It was ten times better than what Gideon did to himself in the shower. He hated that he’d passed this up, any of it.
Mac licked his aching hole. As much as Gideon enjoyed rimming Mac, he had to say that receiving was overtaking giving at a fast clip. Gideon dug his fingers into the sheets. He was on horniness overload. He had to stroke his dick. It couldn’t be ignored. He needed to get out the urge boiling over inside him.
Gideon jerked himself off while Mac ate him out. The bottom half of his body was a roller coaster zooming around loops at full speed. Mac shoved two fingers inside him. Gideon cried out and stifled his voice against his forearm.
“Don’t do that,” Mac said. “Don’t cover it up. I want to hear you. Every sound.”
He followed Mac’s order. He’d never let anyone call the shots like this. He didn’t have to think. He just had to react. With his free hand, Mac massaged Gideon’s balls.
“Yes!” Gideon yelled out, damned if any other hotel guests heard him. His words had to wait for breath that wasn’t coming fast enough. Mac removed his fingers, and instantly Gideon was dying of want. His cock had never gotten this hard in his hand.
“Want to…kiss you,” Gideon said, his body feeling a million amazing things at once. Mac’s imposing frame leaned over him. He tasted all of himself on those lips.
“How far do you want to go?” Mac asked.
“All the way, baby.” They gazed deep into each other’s eyes. Gideon saw past the sexy haze that clouded Mac’s vision, into his heart. Gideon had a place there. He kissed Mac softly, a brief respite in the passion.
Mac slapped his ass hard. He pictured the mark of Mac’s hand, branding him like property. Gideon was nervous, but he rode it. When he had to make sharp turns in his car, he put his foot on the gas and went faster.
“Do you have a condom?” Mac asked.
“No. Is it okay if we try without? I haven’t been with anyone since Beth over the summer. Have you?”
“Not since Davis, in the summer.”
“Not Rafe?”
Mac crossed his arms and arched his eyebrow. “Not Hannah?”
They both shook their heads no.
Mac prepared Gideon with lube, which was cold compared to everything else that had been down there.
“Is it going to hurt?” It was finally happening, the final frontier. No turning back.
“Yes, but hopefully the good feelings will outweigh the bad.” Mac rolled on the condom.
Gideon didn’t know if he was talking about sex or life in general. But he trusted Mac.
“If it hurts too much, let me know, and I’ll stop.”
He sucked in a breath when he felt the tip of Mac brush against his opening.
