...Jesse straddled Emma, reaching behind him to spread his cheeks for her. Her breath felt cool against his heated skin, and he could already smell the scent of her arousal. Her pussy glistened with it between her spread thighs, and that only made Jesse’s cock ache. At the first touch of her tongue against his pucker, that ache turned into something far sharper, something that stabbed through him.

It was a delicate balancing act. He had to keep himself raised high enough on his knees so he didn’t smother her, and low enough for her to comfortably reach, all without the use of his hands, since the only way for her to get to his opening was for him to display himself for her. His thighs trembled at the precarious stance, but part of that, too, was his rising hunger as he watched Gideon go to the cupboards. He couldn’t see what Gideon was removing, though he could guess because of its placement. The anticipation made him drip even more, and clear droplets of pre-come landed between Emma’s breasts.

She rimmed him differently than Gideon did. Where Gideon attacked like Jesse was an all-he-could-eat buffet, Emma explored him almost delicately, pointing her tongue as small and sharp as she could to trace around the outer ring. It tickled at first, and within seconds, he’d lowered himself another inch, strengthening the contact between them. Even that didn’t do much more than make her licks longer, sweeping over the muscle until she finally shivered and pushed her tongue inside.

Jesse hoped Gideon planned to return to them with a cock ring in hand. It took a great deal of concentration to keep himself under control, especially as Emma’s enthusiasm grew with each sweep of her tongue. He would rather just concentrate on the warmth and texture of her tongue, instead of doing his best to distract himself from the pleasure. But even his best could not stop his balls from throbbing, or the sheen of pre-come gathering on his crown. Jesse knew that if Emma had her hands free, she would be gripping him with hard fingers, holding him in place while she continued to fuck him with her mouth.

Gideon finally returned, towering above them with the light behind him, his eyes shadowed. He held Emma’s harness with a thick dildo attached, as well as a long, thin flogger. The sort that would slice through skin with a light touch.

“Come here, boy.”

Reluctantly, Jesse pulled away, nearly stopped by Emma’s mewl of protest. He crawled down the length of her body to kneel again between her spread legs.

Gideon dropped a free hand to the top of Jesse’s head, caressing his cheek before cupping the back of his skull. He pulled Jesse forward until his face met the bulge in Gideon’s groin, hard and heavy with the promise of filling Jesse’s hole later. Though Gideon didn’t give him much room to do much more than breathe in his musky scent, Jesse mouthed the thick shaft through the smooth fabric.

“Next step is to start stretching you,” Gideon said. “Feel like fucking our boy here, Emma?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Jesse saw Emma’s toes curl in excitement.

“Oh, God, yes, please, Sir.”

“Then, looks like he needs to get you ready.” Gideon released him and held out the harness. His eyes glinted with barely restrained hunger. “I’ll have my own fun while he’s doing that.”

The strap-on harness was a very simple affair. It consisted of two leather belts. One that went around Emma’s hips, and another that went between her legs and attached to the second belt in the back, securing the plate in place. Jesse’s fingers moved quickly. He had secured the harness around Emma many times in the past, and even with her on her back, he had no difficulty getting it in place. He didn’t have any problems until he picked up the dildo Gideon had brought to be attached the harness. It wasn’t as thick as Gideon’s shaft, but it was still quite large. His ass clenched as he fit it against the belt’s plate.

The crack of the whip sizzled across his senses, causing him to flinch even though it didn’t hit his skin. Gideon crouched behind him and, reaching around, fisted Jesse’s shaft as he pressed his mouth to Jesse’s ear.

“You can touch yourself as much as you want, boy,” came the silken whisper. The slim, hard handle of the whip snaked down Jesse’s spine to trace his crack, pushing against his opening before slithering back up again. “But not until you’ve got her cock buried inside you. I expect you to ride her for all you’re worth.” Gideon’s low chuckle made all the hair on Jesse’s nape stand on end. “If you can concentrate that much, that is.”