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something something jesse being an angry violent man who bosses people around and gideon running off to hollywood after feeling hurt by him and immediately latching onto an angry violent man who bosses him around..............
Pairing: Jesse Gemstone x Reader, mentions of Gideon x Reader
Rated: Explicit, NSFW, 18+ only
Not gonna lie-- this is fucked. What can I say.
I'll try to be good and write something that's nice to Gideon next.
It's a gorgeous morning to be in the pool. Clear water practically irresistible in the mid morning summer sun. You'd taken a dip already but now you're reclining on a float, wide brim hat and sunglasses, sipping the last of a very strong pina colada and setting the cup on the edge of the pool when you drift close enough. You'd even risked taking your bikini top off because why not, sun's out, tits out. Feeling warm and lazy, you let your eyes drift shut behind the sunglasses, focusing on the lull of the water, the quiet, completely zoning out for who knows how long so the sound of a sudden intentional cough followed by a throat clearing catches you off guard. Too gruff to be Gideon which means it must be--
"I don't know about where you come from but here on the Gemstone compound we believe in something called modesty," the familiar twang of Jesse Gemstone scolds mildly.
You immediately jolt out of your half doze, one arm flying to cover your tits as you pull your sun hat off and place it over your chest.
"Mr. Gemstone! I wasn't, we weren't, expecting anyone--" you choke out.
"Yeah well for future reference, we're always up in each other's shit in this family so keep your god damn clothes on."
You bite the inside of your cheek.
"Anyways, where's Gideon? I'm surprised he's not enjoying the view," Jesse teases. He'd certainly taken a long moment to enjoy it himself before startling you out of your reverie. The things he would do if he was Gideon-- Lord forgive him.
"I sent him to the store, we ran out of ice cream," you lie easily.
He was out picking up more pot and booze. Despite his angelically freckled appearance and his renewed interest in the church, Gideon was reluctant to give up certain vices he had picked up in LA.
Jesse looks at you dumbfounded, hands on his hips. "Uh, we have people for that, we're super rich, duh."
You crack a smile. "It tastes better when Gideon gets it."
Jesse let's out a low whistle. "You've got my boy pussy whipped don't you?"
"You'd be whipped too if you had this pussy," you reply defensively and all too fast. It sounds like something Judy would say. You must be spending too much time around this dysfunctional train wreck of a family.
A beat as you realize what you've implied but it's too late because Jesse raises a brow and scoffs.
"I don't think so, I've never been pussy whipped, and I never will be pussy whipped."
You stare each other down, heckles rising at the hint of a challenge.
"Guess we'll never know," you shrug casually, backing down but the Gemstone heir misinterprets your intention.
He scoffs again, glancing away.
"Yeah, guess we never will because I'm married," he waggles his ring finger, "and you're my son's girlfriend, what kind of fucked up shit would that be."
Over-explaining as if to convince himself of how absurd it would be.
But then he's looking at you, subtly gaging your reaction, blue eyes piercing past your sunglasses. You bite your lip, thinking about Gideon. About the sweet, deep sex you'd had earlier this morning. One leg hitched up over his shoulder, he kissed the inside of your ankle, blue eyes darkening in a sweep of lashes against freckles, your mouth falling open as he rolled against the spot that makes you see stars. You throb between your legs.
You're looking at Mr. Gemstone now though. His greying sideburns, broad chest with his slightly open shirt revealing soft hair beneath his gold chains and gold rings on his thick fingers. All combined with a ridiculous sort of charisma. He's certainly not unattractive you think and maybe not for the first time.
It would be fucked but the prospect of the forbidden, the potential for power over not only an older man, but the Jesse Gemstone, figurehead of the Gemstone empire, has your moral compass spinning. Gideon never has to know and besides if he does, aren't these new age Christians all about forgiveness anyways?
You drop your sunhat from your chest and slip off of the float, Jesse's eyes glued to your every move as you swim up to the edge of the pool, coming to rest your arms on the side at his feet.
"Only one way to find out," you say, looking up at him from over your sunglasses.
His gaze darkens, pupils widening.
"Out of the water. Now."
You smile up at him and float away on your back. Perfect tits just breaking the water's surface.
He huffs. Tongue flicking out along his lower lip.
You do get out of the water though, briefly toweling off before padding over to him where he waits, impatient with hands on his hips, watching the remaining drops of water roll down your body as you approach.
When you're close enough, he wraps an arm around your waist, roughly pulling you close, your nipples brushing the linen of his shirt.
"You tell anyone or if you even think about blackmailing me-- I'll pop a big ol' cap in this perky ass of yours," he threatens lowly, looking deep into your eyes and smacking your ass for effect.
"Now why would I do anything like that Mr. Gemstone?" You ask innocuously and he only hums half satisfied before covering your mouth with his, immediately licking into you, your hands eagerly palming his chest.
Gideon tastes like cigarettes and redemption. Jesse tastes like cigars and damnation. Thrill running along the base of your spine.
He somehow manages to practically drag you into the house in a series of rough, broken kisses and roaming hands, setting you on the first flat surface available which happens to be a bar counter.
You spread your legs wide, allowing him room to settle in. Large hands squeezing your thighs, he begins to devour your neck.
"About how much time we got?" He asks gruffly.
"We have some time," you reply breathless, "Gideon's not getting ice cream."
"Yeah didn't fucking think so," he mutters, "you better share some of that sweet Mary Jane."
You laugh. "Not as discreet as we think, are we?"
"Not at fucking all."
He risks a nip at your collarbone and palms your tits, rough pads of his thumbs swiping over your nipples, causing you to moan.
"When's the last time you two fucked?" He asks blunt as ever.
"Earlier this morning," you answer, somewhat coyly.
Jesse pauses.
"Must not be fucking you very good then if you're ready to jump on his old man's dick, does he make you cum?"
"Gideon knows what he's doing," you reply, smug.
Pride flashes across Jesses' face.
"That's my boy."
He pulls at your flimsy bikini and you lift your hips so he can tug it down your legs.
"Let me see this pussy that's got my boy so whipped."
He crouches to be eye level with the counter. Clear blue eyes gaze hungrily between your spread thighs.
"Damn, nice," he admits before standing and you give him a shit eating grin.
Two thick fingers slip between your folds, stroking eagerly.
"Fuck you're wet," he groans, sure you were just in the pool but this isn't water wet, it's sticky slick forbidden sex slip n slide wet. He claims your mouth again, kissing you roughly, deeply, tongue dominating yours and eases two thick fingers inside you until the ring on his middle finger disappears.
You can only whine against his mouth, hands roaming his neck and chest.
"Ooh you are tight babygirl," he croons. And you've already been fucked this morning, how tight were you before that? The thought has him sweating, heat shooting straight to his already hard cock.
"Tight enough to have you whipped?" You taunt.
"Keep dreamin' sweetheart, " Jesse returns, fingers thrusting sharply into you for emphasis before steadily curling them again, "Hopefully I don't stretch you out enough for him to notice."
You bite your lip and palm the bulge in his jeans, too far gone to dwell on how sick this is.
"I don't know, I think you just might," you breathe, popping open the button, Jesse cursing as he withdraws his fingers, sucking them into his mouth while you finish freeing him.
If this is what sin tastes like--he laments not having time to eat you out.
Your hand pulls his heavy cock out of his boxers and he makes a low sound in the back of his throat.
Gideon certainly isn't lacking for anything, but Daddy Gemstone is definitely girthier. You clench involuntarily at the sight, bringing your half lidded gaze up to meet Jesse's, who looks at you both smug and sultry.
Mouths meeting again, he lines himself up, pausing, potential ramifications catching up to his lust.
"We don't have to do this. Hell, we absolutely should not be doing this."
Forehead pressed to yours. Now or never.
You breathe, thinking about Gideon-- his stunning blue eyes, his lovely spray of freckles, his soft voice.
"Guess we're going to Hell then."
"The Lord is forgiving."
Yes, the Lord is forgiving, but that's hardly the forgiveness either of you will need if anyone ever finds out.
You finger the gold cross of one of his chains.
"Praise be to He."
Jesse exhales, easing into you, trying to give you time to adjust but also knowing time is short.
"Just do it," you bite out.
He thrusts in the rest of the way, stretching you sweet and full. You let out a high pitched gasp, hands fisting in his shirt while he strings together curses.
It doesn't last long. Jesse fucking you hard and the two of you already so keyed up. His thick head stretching you wide, hurting in the best sort of way.
He presses a thumb against your clit, watching you, feeling you, begin to unravel.
"You gonna cum for me pretty girl? Gonna be a good girl and cum on this thick cock?"
Your legs are wrapped around his waist now, pulling him as deep, as close as you can get him.
"Yes, yes, fuck, Jesse," his name falling a guilty, broken moaned admission from your lips as heat sparks along your spine electric and you clench, spasming tight around him.
"Please tell me you're on the fucking pill," he huffs breathless, fucking you through it, not sure if he can bring himself to pull out even if you're not.
"Yes, yeah, yes, yes, yes, fucking cum inside me," you whine, still fucking cumming.
Jesse lets out a loud, ragged groan, thrusting frantically a few more times before it's white behind his eyes and he's shouting out his pleasure in a string of praise and curses, completely filling your pussy with cum.
You stay locked together, both coming down. When he finally pulls out, Jesse watches half dazed as his release drips out of your swollen, glistening pussy.
"I should get a shower," you murmur once you're both coherent and somewhat cleaned up.
"Should I tell Gideon you stopped by?"
"No, I--it wasn't important, I'll, uh, catch him tomorrow at church," Jesse replies somewhat awkwardly now, palming the back of his neck.
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