Whirlwind by Bailey Bradford (big ebook reader txt) 📗

hand against Jo’s pink and plum cock. “Not even doing this for each other.” Gideon palmed Jo’s balls and gave them a slight squeeze while at the same time stroking his cock. “We were idiots.”

“Yeah, we were,” Jordan said in a strained voice. “Fuck, I hadn’t even thought about coming until…until…”

“Until you freaked out thinking you’d never come again,” Gideon finished as he gave another couple of up-and-down moves, pumping Jo’s dick. “But you’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?”

“For me,” Jo muttered stubbornly. “You’re not my top.”

“Maybe not.” Gideon leaned close until he had his lips right on the delicate curve of Jo’s ear. “But maybe I will be. Would you like that, Jo? Like for me to fuck you?”

“I—” Jo gasped and reached up to pinch at his own tits. “Oh God, fuck! Don’t bottom,” he got out.

“So you said.” But Gideon could see it, the need in Jo’s eyes, the hunger there before they glazed over. “We were both playing it safe. I think maybe you like the idea of me fucking you. Have you ever been fucked?”

Jo didn’t answer, not verbally anyway. His cock pulsed and hot cum jetted from it. Gideon massaged his length through the climax, then he bent down and licked the sticky stuff off his hands.

With that cleaned up, he then lapped at the glistening liquid on the crown of Jo’s shaft.

“Fuck,” Jo dragged out repeatedly while Gideon gently sucked his softening cock. Jo’s spunk had a burnt, almost bitter taste to it. Gideon liked it, a lot.

“No fucking me,” Jo said a few moments later when he grabbed Gideon by the hair. “I don’t have to try slicing off my own arm to know I wouldn’t like that. I don’t need to be fucked to know I don’t like it, either.”

Gideon released Jo’s cock with a wet sound. He looked into Jo’s green eyes. Jo’s eyelashes were tipped with blond, almost white, like the hair on his head and at his groin. The man was sexy as sin and he knew it.

He was also dead wrong in his way of thinking. “Even I tried it a few times before deciding anal sex wasn’t for me—not if it meant being on the receiving end, at least. It’s not something you should rule out if you haven’t done it enough to be sure you hate it.”

Jo narrowed his eyes. “Really. And just how many times did it take you to figure it out?”

Gideon held up one hand. “I gave it a shot five times, with a few different guys. All of them were good with the prepping and all of that. Just didn’t do anything for me to have them fuck me.” He shrugged. “I wish it did, but I hated it every single time. I’d still suggest you try it before swearing off of it.”

“Let me guess.” Jo crossed his arms over his chest. “You’d be willing to make the sacrifice and be the one to fuck me?”

Gideon shot up until he was almost nose to nose with Jo. “Don’t try to make me into a dick. I’d love to fuck that ass of yours, sure, but not at the expense of our friendship. If you think that’s all I’m after, then—”

“I don’t,” Jo said, cutting him off. “Look, let me think about it, okay? I don’t know that I’ll ever want to try it, but maybe you’re right. Lots of guys sure have enjoyed having a dick in their ass. A lot. I might, too.”

“Maybe.” Gideon was still a little hurt but he let the matter drop. They were both having to adjust to an entirely new reality.

“You need some relief?” Jo asked.

Gideon shook his head. His erection had waned when the talking had gone to shit. “Nope. I can wait. We should go back to check on your mom.”

Jo shivered and rubbed his arms. “I don’t want to. I can’t handle seeing it, knowing…”

Well, Gideon actually understood that. He didn’t know where the bits and pieces of his dead body were, but there’d be no one to claim him. His parents had died of drug overdoses a long time ago. There’d been no extended family, either.

Gideon examined his friend. Jo looked like he was close to bolting, and Gideon didn’t want that. If something happened and they were separated they might never find each other again.

“We could go search for the kid,” he suggested, even though he was certain the ‘kid’ was anything but a child. That’d been an adult man glaring at him and Jo, and it’d been a firm, mature sexy male body under Gideon’s when he’d tackled the stranger. “He was interesting.”

“He was cute even with the attitude,” Jo agreed. “Maybe we can entice him to the dark side.” The seductive smile on Jo’s handsome face would have brought anyone over to their side, in Gideon’s opinion. The man was too good-looking for his own good. Gideon had always thought so, but since they’d both declared themselves tops, he’d left that train of thought alone.

But now he’d actually given Jo a hand job and had sucked his dick, tasted his cream. Gideon wanted more. The face of the kid—no, the man—that he’d tackled flashed before his eyes. The man had thick, wild brown hair with fat curls making it look pettable. Large brown eyes framed with thick lashes, a short, slightly upturned nose and plump mauve lips, all on a face that could have been sculpted by the finest artist in the world.

“He was actually better than cute,” Jo mumbled.

Gideon snapped out of his musings and frowned at his friend. “Can you read my mind?”

Jo snorted. “Of course not. I was lost in my own thoughts about the guy.”

Gideon could understand that. “All right. You want to find him?”

“I—” Jo stopped and tipped his head back, examining the sky. His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. He angled his head down again and met Gideon’s stare with his own. “I need to check on Mom, you’re right