Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 981(@200wpm)___ 785(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 981(@200wpm)___ 785(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Then Elias’s mouth wraps around the head, and Kyle is lost to the symphony of pleasure now surging through his body.
Nothing more can trouble his mind, not when a part of his body so easily becomes under Elias’s control. Inside his man’s mouth, he feels a thousand undeserved pleasures.
Elias turns every movement into art, his mouth running up and down with increasing pace, muscles in his back contracting, flexing, squirming gracefully in his efforts. Kyle has no strength nor desire to resist him anymore, already racing toward an edge he was certain he’d never find tonight.
Through the unremitting waves of pleasure, Kyle picks up something else in his boyfriend. A swelling sense of safety and comfort—as well as control. Maybe this is what Elias really needs.
Even if it forgoes what he seems to want.
The moment Kyle has the thought, Elias lets go of his cock abruptly, then sits up and straddles Kyle’s stomach. A different desire takes Elias over, surprising Kyle, entirely unrecognizable from the first. Their connection is strong tonight, giving Kyle every spark of inspiration now igniting in Elias.
“I’ve got you,” Elias assures him, as he takes hold of Kyle’s cock again, then directs it between his plump cheeks with ease. “I’ve got you so good,” he adds in a teasing tone as he lowers himself onto Kyle’s cock. There’s a moment of pressure before Kyle’s cock slips inside, and Elias’s lips curl with satisfaction.
Kyle takes hold of Elias by the hips—is he being led by his own desire or Elias’s?—and moves in motion with Elias’s gentle rocking, as he slides further and further inside.
While Elias loses himself to the rush of their bodies being joined, Kyle finds himself peering at the curtained window, and though he sees nothing, no silhouette in the night, no shadow lurking, he can’t help but see the fear that still lives in him that no amount of activity on a bed can push away completely.
Until Elias’s finger finds Kyle’s chin and turns him forward again, smirking. “Nope,” he says. “We’re not even gonna think about that window for the rest of the night.”
“Babe …”
Elias leans forward, still rocking atop Kyle’s body without missing a beat, and brings his forearm in front of Kyle’s face. “I know the perfect distraction for you, too.”
Kyle narrows his eyes.
“What?” Elias chuckles. “You only keep me around for my blood, right? Fuck that guy. He doesn’t have to understand what we have, what we are.” The firm and muscular flesh of Elias’s arm presses against Kyle’s lips. “Bite.”
With a rush of sexual pleasure below and the echo of Elias’s desire back into Kyle, it’s difficult to resist anything. He wants it as badly as Elias does, even despite the circumstances, which seem to get worse no matter their efforts.
Lazarus’s face appears before Kyle, with maddened eyes, needle-thin pupils, his long pale hand pressed to Kyle’s face—“Drink,” Lazarus demands, just as he did before, and Kyle gulps his fill with a dark and terrible pleasure.
Suddenly Kyle’s hands fly to his face, covering his eyes.
Elias stops at once. “Kyle?”
“Sorry,” he groans behind his hands. “Sorry, babe … my … my mind is just … I can’t …”
“I get it. I’m … I’m sorry.” Elias slides off of Kyle at once, sits next to him on the bed, gently caresses the side of Kyle’s face. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
“It’s okay,” Kyle insists, words muffled behind his hands. “I just need … I think I just need a minute, just a minute to calm down, or to get out of my own head, or—”
“No, Kyle. Don’t force yourself.” Elias lies next to Kyle at once, puts an arm around him again, rubs him. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. I … I guess I wasn’t the only one who was attacked by that fangy asshole. You need time, too.” Elias kisses Kyle’s cheek, his ear, then rests his head by Kyle’s on the pillow. “I pushed you too much. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t be sorry,” says Kyle, unsure if he’s telling Elias or himself, “we’ll be fine, totally fine.”
“I know we will be,” agrees Elias softly, then not much else is said as the men lie there cuddled next to each other. After a while passes, Elias suggests a shower, Kyle agrees, and the two rise from the bed together and head for the bathroom to clean up. “We can try another night,” says Elias after their shower as they cuddle for sleep. Kyle nods, whispers, “Another night,” then nothing more is said as the dark blue of morning pushes through the curtains.
But the next night, Kyle stays in the park even longer, with his wary eyes scanning the area like a radar, ready for any sign of danger. And this is after another strange night at the bar with even less customers. Is he becoming bad for business, too?