This was like a drug, and Gamble couldn’t get enough. He wanted Poe to shatter apart at his touch.
He wanted this man in the worst way.
“Please,” Poe whispered as the torment was more than he could take. It had been a while, and now, he knew he’d never let anyone touch him again.
This was his one perfect moment with the most amazing man.
The love of his life.
When Gamble bit one of his nipples hard, Poe nearly came from that alone.
“Oh, fuck!” he shouted, as the precum lubricated his dick and Gamble’s fist.
Gamble spoke.
“I love your body,” he admitted. “You respond to me in a way I’ve missed,” he said.
Poe couldn’t think. His nipples were wet and pebbled from the chill in the room and Gamble’s hot mouth.
Jesus.
He’d never felt this before.
It was absolute perfection.
“I had to be careful with her,” he said.
When Poe opened his eyes, ready to protest that he wasn’t her, Gamble cut him off.
“With you, I feel like I can be wild,” he admitted. “I’ve missed that. Thank you, Poe,” he said, and then moved down his sleek body, right to his dick.
He stroked him, making sure to drive him wild.
For a while, Poe wasn’t sure if he was going to blow him. The man might not be into that. This was new territory, and Poe was his new playground.
Anything was possible.
Only, just as he was about to tell him he didn’t have to give him head, he did.
That surprised him.
“I apologize. I’m learning,” he said, and then took him in his mouth.
Well, holy fuck!
That one intimate act was enough to devastate Poe in ways Gamble would never understand.
No man would ever be able to make him feel like this again. It was as if Gamble stamped his name across his heart, soul, and libido, claiming it as his.
Poe bowed, his head dropping back as the man gave him a blowjob.
It was amazing.
He didn’t miss a spot, and he made sure to keep stroking him as he sucked.
His eyes were crossing from the pleasure.
“FUCK,”Poe muttered, as his hands went into Gamble’s hair, and he slowed him down. If he kept that speed up, Poe was cumming.
