Chapter 11
Gideon drove straight from the office to Riley’s as soon as he received the text message. Considering he’d chosen to spend his weekend working, it said a lot about what he had going on. Lucia and Hudson were away, visiting her parents for the weekend, and Gideon still hadn’t worked out what his life looked like without them. Other than the two men who had taken up every second of the free time he had outside of work and looking after Hudson. They helped stave off the loneliness that had been eating him alive for months now.
He pressed the buzzer at the apartment building that Riley had sent him an address for. He waited impatiently for someone to let him in, solidifying how much he hated these things. If Riley left him out here, standing in the cold, Gideon would put salt in his morning-coffee order.
When the glass door finally clicked open, he bypassed the elevator and jogged up the four flights of stairs.
Riley opened the door for him after only a single knock, naked and looking like the most mouthwatering dessert.
Gideon licked his lips and grasped the doorframe. “What if I’d been the next-door neighbour asking for a cup of sugar?”
“Then you’d have gotten an eyeful and no sugar.”
“Can’t spare a cup?”
“Don’t have any.”
Gideon believed that. Riley didn’t seem like a sweets man. His personality screamed, “I like savoury foods.”
“Are you coming in?” Riley opened the door wider for Gideon to slip through. When he closed it behind them, the rest of the world faded away.
Gideon’s words caught in his throat at the sight of Dawson sprawled naked on the couch, his cock thick and hard against his stomach. He could get used to this kind of greeting.
He should have looked around to take a gander at Riley’s place. He’d known Riley over five years and had never known where he slept each night. Quinn was the only person Gideon knew who had been here and could confirm that it existed, and that Riley wasn’t a troll living under a bridge somewhere, asking passersby to solve a riddle or pay the price. And that stemmed more from them being friends than them being coworkers.
Riley dragged Gideon closer and kissed him slowly, mouths sliding together with a firm press. They’d spent enough nights together now that Gideon had the feel of Riley against him memorised, and it still felt like the first time, that same stomach full of butterflies and heat rushing through him.
“He’s ready and waiting for you, Gideon,” Riley whispered, cupping his dick. Already hard from the sensual display that Dawson presented. The sculpted muscles, his heaving chest, the sheen of sweat covering his body that told Gideon a filthy story about what he’d walked into. The knowledge they’d been losing themselves in each other while he’d been driving through town to get to them apparently did it for him. They needed to talk about setting cameras up.
“Can you see how much he wants it? He knows you’re in the room, and he wants so badly to look at you.”
Gideon licked his lips, blood heating as fire lit his insides. Had Riley told him to keep his eyes closed? Having a sense taken from him like that would be a pleasurable agony.
Riley unzipped Gideon’s pants and pulled his cock out through the hole without unbuttoning the top. “He knows that if he opens his eyes, all he’s going to get is disappointment.” Riley stroked him from base to tip, twisting his wrist and then sliding back down again. “Are you going to disappoint him?”
That hadn’t been Gideon’s plan, no.
Riley put a condom in Gideon’s hand. “I want to see you sliding into his ass, Gideon. And see his face as you make him take all of you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Gideon shuddered, lips parting on a shaky breath.
“Wouldn’t you, Gideon? Use your words; I want to hear them.”
“Yes.” What were words?
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want to—” He faltered when Dawson’s cock twitched visibly from their words alone. He could hear them, couldn’t see them, was at their complete mercy, and he loved it.
“You want to fuck his hole and see him stretch around you?” Riley licked his neck and bit down. “Make him beg for you?”
Fucking hell, yes.
“Show me.”
Unsteady on his feet, his knees wobbling, and dizzy from mind-numbing arousal, Gideon stumbled a little as he made his way across the room. The wooden floor gave way to the carpeted area of the small living room.
He dropped the condom on Dawson’s chest for later. He slid his hands over Dawson’s upright calf. His leg twitched, and he twisted his head. Gideon smiled. Did he know who touched him?
He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to Riley, who was approaching with a black tie in his hand. He tugged Dawson down the couch until his head went over the side. Gideon had figured the lack of lifted arms on the couch had to do with aesthetics, considering the stunning design of the place. Did Riley have a different reason for them?
Riley placed the fabric over Dawson’s eyes and tied it expertly at the back. Dawson’s strangled gasp as he tipped his head back and over the side went straight to Gideon’s dick.
Gideon continued his exploration, palm sliding across Dawson’s thick thighs, rough, dark hair pleasant under his palm. He knelt between Dawson’s legs and grasped his cock. He stroked the heavy length while his other hand moved over a hipbone and up hard muscles until he reached Dawson’s chest. He pinched a nipple between his fingers, rolling and tweaking it.
Gideon’s eyes met Riley’s where the man still crouched at Dawson’s head. Riley tipped Dawson’s head back further, with hands splayed across his throat, stretching him out delectably. He kissed him lightly, a feather touch. Gideon’s gut clenched. He’d never imagined that watching two people give each other pleasure could be such a fucking turn-on. Porn had nothing on a live show like this.
Gideon flicked his thumb over the head of Dawson’s cock. Riley swallowed Dawson’s cry of pleasure, kissing him harder.
Gideon snatched up the condom with one hand, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it on in a quick, desperate tug. Dawson’s stomach quivered, hips moving enticingly as if Gideon needed encouragement.
He pushed two fingers into Dawson experimentally. Already loose and wet with lube. Had Riley fucked him? Gideon bit his lip, his cock pulsing at the thought. There was none of the jealousy he might have expected, or the feeling of being left out. Just red-hot adrenalin that sent his arousal skyrocketing.
Gideon lined himself up and rubbed his mushroomed head up and down between Dawson’s cheeks and then up to add pressure against his taint and the underside of his balls.
“Gideon, please,” Dawson moaned. “I need you in me, not fucking teasing me. Riley did more than enough of that.”
“That’s the best part,” Gideon said. His gaze flicked to Riley’s ice-blue eyes, intently watching him. Gideon couldn’t look away. The blue darkened when he circled Dawson’s entrance, pushing in the tip and then retreating, adding in a little bit more on every thrust.
“How’d you know it was me?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.
“Riley kisses differently,” Dawson said. Gideon pushed all the way in, burying himself completely, and Dawson’s last word ended in a long-drawn-out moan. He lifted his leg higher, giving Gideon an easier slide. He had surprising flexibility, considering his size.
“Do I?” Riley murmured. He bit his way down Dawson’s throat and then licked at Dawson’s nipple, the same one Gideon still had between his fingers, that he’d been playing with this whole time. Wetness lapped at them both, and then Riley sucked Gideon’s thumb into his mouth, biting down gently before soothing with swirls of his tongue.
Gideon snapped his hips in a harsh thrust, urged on with every flick of Riley’s tongue.
“How does he feel, Dawson?” Riley asked, licking his way back up Dawson’s chest and stopping with their lips so close they brushed on every word. “Feels good, doesn’t he?”
“Yes, so good,” Dawson answered, throaty and thick.
Gideon pumped Dawson’s cock in reward. Every word that Riley spoke in that deep voice took them closer and closer to the edge.
Riley kissed Dawson slowly and then licked across his bottom lip before gliding down his jaw and pressing his mouth against Dawson’s ear. “Almost as good as it feels being inside him, isn’t it? You love how tight he squeezes around you, don’t you, Dawson? You want it right now. You want to slide right in and fuck him until he screams for us?”
Dawson’s dick twitched in Gideon’s grip, hips gyrating from the stimulation. “ Fuck .”
“And if I made room right beside you, forcing Gideon to take us both, how do you think that would feel?”
Dawson’s husky groan went straight to Gideon’s stomach, lust a heavy weight bearing down. He thrust harder, seeking pleasure a hair’s breadth out of his reach.
“Tell me, Dawson.”
“I can’t. It’s too—” He arched, unable to finish.
It’s too much .
Gideon understood. He felt the same. An overwhelming burst of emotion, uncontrollable, like being pulled down the rapids with no hope of escape. Fierce, unsettling. Absolutely perfect.
Riley kissed him with a tinge of desperation that hadn’t been there before, like he could feel it as well. All of them caught in it.
Gideon didn’t slow as he watched them, his own frenzied need fuelled by how much they wanted each other, unfiltered reactions to each other that they couldn’t hold back. Riley controlled the kiss, and Dawson surrendered to it even as he fought back, vying for some level of dominance in a battle he would never win.
Gideon leaned over Dawson’s body, one hand on the couch to balance himself, hovering near them to get closer. Riley lifted from Dawson and gave Gideon room so he could take his place and kiss Dawson. Dawson took control between them, sliding a hand around the back of Gideon’s neck and keeping him in place. He pushed his hips up at the same time, fucking himself on Gideon’s cock. Topping from the bottom. Gideon had never experienced it before—a crucial mistake given how much it worked for him.
Something about these two men let him relax, let him just be without expectations or thought. They guided his every move, and Gideon had never felt more alive and at peace than he did when they carried the weight of his soul.
He tore away, needing a reprieve to breathe. Riley didn’t give it to him, covering his mouth and taking even more from him while Dawson held him in place. No escape, forced to take it. Oh God. He greedily tangled his tongue with Riley’s, almost embarrassed at how needy he felt.
“Are you close?” Riley whispered.
Gideon tugged Riley’s lips back to his. Riley might be a wordy motherfucker during sex, but Gideon didn’t have that many brain cells left when they were being fucked out of him. His actions had to be enough to convey his thoughts and feelings.
Riley trailed his lips across Gideon’s jaw and down his throat, a quiver following his featherlight touch. “I’m going to choke him with my cock, and you’re going to come while I do it, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” Gideon had no other words. Yes.
“Good boy,” Riley said against his ear, a sinful whisper.
Pleasure ran over Gideon, a physical caress over his skin. He wanted to be good for Riley, make him feel as good as he did. Both of them. He fed on their praise, their approval, their appreciation.
Gideon straightened, settling his weight back on the couch, the change in position pushing him even further inside Dawson. He wouldn’t come until Riley said that he could, but if he kept up this pace, he wasn’t sure he could hold back.
Riley rested a knee beside Dawson’s head and fed him his cock. He pushed so far in that Gideon could see the barest hint of a bulge in his throat. If he angled it just a little better— yes, like that. Holy hell. If Gideon had ever seen a better sight, he didn’t remember it.
Riley slid a hand under Dawson’s neck, lowering his head and lifting his neck simultaneously, giving himself the room to slide further down his throat.
Dawson took them from both ends, mindlessly twisting, his obscene moans more a vibration. He tapped Riley’s thigh, and Riley pulled out immediately, letting Dawson suck in hasty breaths. He didn’t give him long before plunging back in, not easing himself in like he had the first time, instead shoving himself all the way in.
Gideon thrust erratically, uncontrolled motions as he stared, fixated, at Dawson’s throat. He leaned forward, desperate to feel the thin layer of skin and Riley’s hard cock beneath. Dawson swallowed around the touch, and Gideon’s balls drew up, so fucking close. It wouldn’t take much now to push him over.
He yanked Riley down into a kiss and fucked harder into Dawson, a hand against his tight stomach to brace himself. Dawson pushed up, matching his needy movements.
Riley pulled out of Dawson again. Gideon leaned down, Dawson panting into his mouth as he tasted Riley on his tongue. The head of Riley’s cock nudged at where they were joined, and they turned, sliding over the silky length together.
They alternated between sucking him, sticky pre-cum coating their mouths, and kissing, sharing the taste. Over and over until Gideon couldn’t hold it back anymore.
Riley shifted back to Dawson, deep throating him and fisting Gideon’s hair, forcing his head up to kiss him. Gideon groaned into his mouth as his hips jerked, and he emptied himself into the condom. Uncontrollable tremors hit him, dizzying pleasure taking over his entire system.
Dawson choked as Riley fucked him with shallow thrusts, still so careful even as he destroyed them both.
Gideon could have sworn he heard Riley praise him again, telling him how well he’d done, but the foggy haziness made it hard to think. Riley swiped away a tear from his cheek with a thumb. He might have been embarrassed if Riley wasn’t looking at him like it was the sexiest thing he’d seen in his life.
“Did I—?” He couldn’t finish the question, terrified that it would come across as too needy.
“You were perfect,” Riley said softly.
Gideon relaxed, satisfaction lighting up inside him. He’d been perfect. Perfect. When had he ever been perfect? He liked the sound of it.
Riley slid the makeshift blindfold off Dawson, tossing it to the side. Their eyes met, and the intensity between them crackled in the air, thick and palpable.
“Do it,” Dawson said hoarsely. “Come on my face.”
“What makes you think I need your permission to do that?”
“What are you waiting for, then?” Dawson challenged.
Riley fisted himself, hand sliding with impressive speed, and then cum hit Dawson’s face, a bit on his cheek, his lip, his chin. Gideon sucked Riley down, lapping up the last drops, cleaning him with his tongue and making sure none of it went to waste. Riley clenched Gideon’s hair, thrusting lightly until he softened in his mouth.
Gideon gave him one last lick and then went to work cleaning Dawson’s face.
“Need—want—some,” Dawson said breathlessly, turning his head so their lips could meet. Riley sank to his knees, and they shared him between them, shared each other with Riley.
“Do you think you deserve to come, Dawson?” Riley asked. “Or should we leave you wanting like this?”
Dawson’s eyes squeezed shut, and he reached for Riley, clutching at his chest. “No. No . Don’t you dare.”
Riley hummed and licked the shell of his ear. “How would you like to come, Dawson? Would you like Gideon’s mouth around your dick?” HIs lips smoothed over Dawson’s jaw. “Or his ass?”
Gideon’s ass clenched in response. Either way was acceptable. More than acceptable.
“ Fuck . His—mouth. Mouth,” he repeated. “Won’t last long enough to enjoy his ass.”
Riley flicked his eyes up to Gideon, a blatant order far sexier than it had any right to be.
Gideon’s mouth watered in anticipation of feeling the weight of Dawson’s cock in his mouth. Acutely aware of the kind of need that had to be racing through Dawson from being so close to orgasm, Gideon wasted no time. He sucked and bobbed and stroked near the base, stimulating Dawson everywhere. He used his free hand to slide three fingers into his well-used hole, pumping into him as he sucked.
It didn’t take long before the pre-cum dripped steadily against his tongue, and Dawson yelled loudly. Gideon’s eyes found Riley’s as Dawson spurted into his mouth, experiencing it with him, together. The three of them twined around each other so deep they’d never be able to untangle themselves.
Did Gideon even want to?