Gideon only released Jesse’s wrist when the door was closed behind them. “Strip,” he said, going around the far side of the bed. Jess watched as he pulled out the strap from beneath the mattress corner, and his cock throbbed even more. “Then lie down. You haven’t had enough time to recoup for serious fun, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t other games we can play.”
Jesse grimaced at the reminder of his fragile, mortal body. He wished his flesh could keep up with his desires—with Gideon’s desires. He had stepped tantalizingly close to the edge a few times, like a man who wasn’t quite suicidal, but sought the thrill of a long fall.
He liked the way Gideon watched him as he undressed. Jess wasn’t a particularly shy person, but he always felt a little timid under Gideon’s intense, hungry gaze. He didn’t speak until he was naked on the bed. “What sort of games do you have in mind?”
“Games of anticipation instead of pain.”