“Gideon,” he whispered desperately against my neck. “You’re going to get me off.” “Yes. Please.” Usually, I’d be the one in control of the pace, and being at his mercy was surprisingly sexy, waiting for him to let go. My cock was desperate for him to speed up his hand, but patience was its own kind of tortuous pleasure. “You too.” And like he’d read my silent pleas, he did increase his rhythm, thrusts harder, hand faster. “Come on.” “That. Like that,” I whispered, my breathing as harsh as his.
