Whirlwind, Bailey Bradford [surface ebook reader TXT] 📗

but he wasn’t and Gideon was on him almost before Stefan could admire the sheer beauty of both men’s naked forms.

There was no way he could miss the fat cock Jordan had been blessed with, either. Stefan looked down at his own dick and frowned. He’d never felt insecure about his size there before, but now he wondered.

A moan drew his attention off his own potential shortcomings. Gideon was sucking on Jordan’s neck, marking him from the looks of it. Stefan floated over them so he could have a better view of the happenings. Jordan’s eyes rolled back in his head when Gideon pinched both of his dusky brown nipples.

Gideon rumbled wordlessly then proceeded to lick and suck his way down to Jordan’s cock. Jordan panted and grabbed at Gideon’s head, but his dark hair was too short to hang onto.

Jordan pawed at the air then managed to rest his hands on Gideon’s broad shoulders. Stefan gasped when Gideon sucked the entire length of Jordan’s shaft into his mouth. Jordan shouted and Gideon bobbed back up and rubbed his lips over Jordan’s crown.

“Fuck! Gid, please—”

Stefan wasn’t sure what Jordan was begging for, but Gideon sucked his cock down again and Jordan began thrusting immediately. He let go of one shoulder and reached to twist his own nipple again. Stefan mimicked the move on himself, plucking at his tits. He watched the way Gideon’s ass moved as he humped against Jordan’s leg. Before Stefan could stop himself, he came closer and ran a hand down the length of Gideon’s back, all the way down to his rock-hard ass.

Gideon began to thrust harder. Stefan jacked himself at a similar speed as he traced small patterns on Gideon’s buttocks. The light coating of hair on his rump was irresistible. It was soft and crinkly at the same time. When Gideon pushed his hips up, it brought his buttock firmly against Stefan’s palm. Stefan liked that too and after a minute or two, he dared to drag his fingernails over that sexy backside.

Gideon shook like he was coming apart. Stefan thought at first that he’d done something wrong, then he realized that no, he hadn’t. Gideon was climaxing again, and Jordan was too, wispy hints of breaths slipping from his lips as he frantically fucked Gideon’s mouth.

Stefan’s balls tingled and drew up as he watched the two men come. They were so gorgeous, so rough and hungry for each other. Then Jordan’s gaze met his, and Stefan knew in that instant that it wasn’t just Gideon that Jordan wanted.

Stefan threw his head back and in trying to keep from whimpering with the pleasure overwhelming him, ended up making an embarrassingly gurgly sound as his orgasm peaked. He pumped out several jets of cum and heard Gideon hiss after the last trickle was released.

“Stefan.”

Gideon’s voice was rough as old asphalt. Stefan trembled upon hearing it. He tipped his head back down and bit his lip when he saw where his jizz had landed. He couldn’t look away from his essence on Gideon’s back and buttocks. There, especially, it was tangled in that black fuzz Stefan had admired moments before. One splotch of the stuff had even landed dead center in Gideon’s crack.

“Sorry,” he finally made himself say but he couldn’t drag his gaze away from the sexy sight.

“No you’re not,” Gideon countered. “And neither am I. I just want to know, who’s gonna clean it off of me?”

Chapter Seven

The cooling gobs of spunk vanished as soon as Gideon had asked the question. He frowned and tried to get a better look at his own butt. “How’d you do that?” he asked Stefan.

“I just did it, like I just do this.” Stefan was clothed again, covering entirely too much of his delectable body. “I wanted to be covered up in my favorite clothes, so I am. Same with the, er, the mess I made.”

“This is all very interesting,” Jordan interjected in a strained voice. “But I want to know how, even as a spirit, I can need a damn nap so bad I want to scream.”

“I don’t know how a lot of things work,” Stefan said, settling down on the bed, the mattress actually sinking under his weight just a few inches. “I sleep, too. I think we all do, except maybe not Conner. Not much, anyway. Is it a remembered need from when we were alive? Why do we breathe, and are we really breathing?” Stefan shrugged. “Whatever, we keep doing it. I quit questioning most of it because it’d drive me crazy if I didn’t.”

“How do we learn to do the stuff you do?” Gideon gestured to where Stefan sat. “Can you feel the bed?”

Stefan nodded. “Yeah, just barely. If I completely forget to keep in mind that I need to stay more substantial, I’ll look up and realize I’m up to my chest in mattress. No big deal if that happens, but I like to feel stuff when I can.” Stefan scrunched up his face in a way that made him look more innocent than he was, considering what they’d all just done. “Actually, I don’t even think about it subconsciously now. It’s more of a habit, but every once in a while I sink. Probably when I’m being all emo or something.”

“Emo,” Jordan repeated, his lips twitching with a hint of amusement. “Does that happen often? I mean, how much is every once in a while?”

Stefan crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out at Jordan. “I’m young. I get to be pouty and bratty sometimes, and if I tell you how often, then where’s the fun in that?”

Jordan laughed and Gideon did too—for a few seconds then he broke off suddenly. “How old are you, Stefan?”

Oh, that’s a wicked, wicked look Stefan’s got right now. Gideon’s entire groin tightened with anticipation.

“How old do you want me to be?” Stefan purred.

Gideon’s budding arousal went right out of the door at the same time that Jordan inhaled sharply. “What—” Gideon had to