Page 127 of Happily Ever After… Again and Again

“Sorry, Master. May Genie grant you a wish?”

Gideon throws his hat onto the bureau under the large mirror and starts to unbutton his suit jacket. “I might be able to think of something I’ve always wanted.” He finishes with the jacket and lets it drop to the floor. The myriad of medals clank in the quiet, and the only other sound is Nix’s heavy breathing.

He hadn’t lowered his head again, intent on enjoying Gideon unwrapping Nix’s gift. Gideon continues his torturous pace by unbuttoning his cuffs and slowly, oh so slowly rolling them up. It showcases his muscular arms, where the prominent veins take Nix back to a time where he’d been on his belly, Gideon’s hand planted by his head, and all Nix could see was Gideon’s pulse rate pounding in those veins.

Shivering, he lets out a small moan. He’s not even had his mouth on Gideon’s dick, and already he’s shaking and slick between his thighs. That floaty place Nix craves is settling over his mind, anything but this disappearing under the anticipation of pleasure.

He lifts Nix’s chin. “Breathe for me.”

Nix obeys, sucking in a trembling breath that nearly hitches into a sob.

Gideon presses a hand flat against his sternum, pushing Nix flat, so he can lean over him on his hands and knees. He kisses Nix’s collarbone, then his neck, then behind his ear. Scorching tonguing, licks, and nibbles that make Nix’s hips rock forward, just barely brushing their bodies together.

“You smell so good, Genie. So filthy sweet. Makes me want to ruin you. Mess you up.”

Nix whines, shuddering. “Master, please.”

Gideon licks a slow line up the side of Nix’s neck. “But I want to enjoy every second of you dressed like this before I ruin it.”

Settling back on his knees, he grips Nix’s waist and draws him up until Nix is straddling his lap, sheer fabric draped over Gideon’s thighs. Then, with a slow exhale, he kisses Nix’s veiled mouth through the fabric.

Nix gasps. His thighs clamp down. He whimpers, trying not to grind.

“That’s it,” Gideon murmurs. “Let me see how needy you can get before I even touch your cock.”

Nix whines again as he rocks forward just enough to brush his hardness against Gideon’s uniform pants. The sheer fabric does nothing to hide his arousal. Nix can feel every twitch of Gideon’s body.

But Gideon doesn’t help.

He just watches, hands steady on Nix’s hips, holding him still.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, voice gone syrup-thick. “Already soaked through these pretty pants, haven’t you?” Long fingers tease at the seam between Nix’s cheeks, but it’s fleeting and gone before Nix can moan.

He shifts forward slightly, enough to press his lips to the underside of Nix’s jaw. His tongue flicks out, licking at the damp skin there, mouthing the gauze where it stretches tight over Nix’s lips, sucking at it just enough to draw another whimper from Nix’s throat.

“I can smell you,” he growls. “Makes me so fucking hard, Kit—Genie.”

“Master, please—” Nix’s voice is raw now, pitch climbing as his thighs tremble with the effort not to just grind down on Gideon until they both come. “Need your cock. Please, please.”

“So needy,” Gideon growls, removing the little veil from Nix’s mouth. For a moment, Nix thinks he might pry his lips open and use it to muffle Nix’s gasps, but in the end, he shakes his head and tosses it to the side.

Climbing off the bed, Gideon cups Nix’s jaw, running his thumb over his lower lip. “Spread your knees, and lean forward. I’m going to feed you Master’s cock. No hands. Remember what you promised me?”

Nix snaps three times to signal yes, and that he’sgreen, and so good to go.

Spreading his thighs, Nix leans forward using his abdominals to hold his core up.

Gideon doesn’t undo the button on his pants, just pulls the zipper down, slipping his perfect dick through the zipper. Nix can’t think of one other person who would risk the bite of a zipper on his sensitive flesh.

“Open,” Gideon commands. “Tongue out.”

The head is so hot and a deep shade of pink. Slick with precome, he knows what it tastes like before he even has the flavor on his tongue: rainstorms and pleasure.

Gideon pushes forward slowly, watching with open hunger as Nix takes him deeper.

“That’s it, so pretty for me. Fuck, and your mouth is so hot. I hope you can take more than that, Genie. Open wide, tongue out.”

Nix does as he’s told, and lets his weight tilt him forward while Gideon’s dick slides all the way in, all the way to the back of his mouth and down his throat. His throat clenches on the head, making them both groan.