Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
He says: “Ready for dinner?”
For a second, even still, Kyle opens his mouth to give his we-can’t-do-this speech anyway, but the words don’t come. All he hears is Elias’s pulse, ringing through the room like a drum. He sees his body, powerful, virile, sturdy. Without realizing it, Kyle has come up to Elias, right up against him, chest to chest.
What was it he wanted to say again?
What had he decided this morning and confirmed tonight?
Kyle slides his hands around Elias’s waist, pulls their hips together with sudden force. The softest grunt of surprise comes out of Elias. Kyle adjusts his strength, ensuring not to hurt his muscly new housemate and confidant.
Or snack. Whatever Elias has become.
“Wanna try my earlobe this time?” asks Elias softly.
Kyle’s eyes dart to Elias’s ears. He’s never taken much time to admire someone’s ears, but in this moment, he finds Elias’s to be especially attractive. Not big. Not small. Slightly stuck out just enough to grab hold of, to massage, to kiss.
To nip with teeth.
And break skin.
Without answering, Kyle takes hold of Elias’s cock, which catches him off-guard. If he wasn’t fully hard, he is now. Kyle brings his lips to the side of Elias’s neck. “I’ll start here,” he says, placing a gentle kiss. The next kiss is higher, then higher.
When his teeth catch the earlobe, a deep, soft, pleasurable sound emits from Elias’s throat.
Kyle bites gently.
Elias responds with a growl of delight.
Kyle bites harder—and the taste of blood rushes over his tongue, the taste he all day longed for.
And all day swore he wouldn’t dare let himself savor again.
“We can’t—” Kyle starts to say, stops himself, then takes one more nip, sucking, lapping at his ear. Elias moans. “We … We need to—to—” To stop? What’s his next word? Kyle bites with more need, suppressing his strength as best as he can.
“Somewhere else,” moans Elias. “Bite me somewhere else. I want you to taste me, Kyle, really taste me, deep.”
“Elias …”
“I want you to fucking taste every inch of me.”
Kyle drags his bloody mouth down the muscular landscape of Elias from his ear to his shoulder, to his chest, a beautiful red trail. His teeth find Elias’s nipple, where they catch hold.
“Oh, fuck …” moans Elias, his hand sliding up Kyle’s body, fingers weaving into his hair, gripping. “Bite. Harder.”
“Elias, I … I …” Kyle licks his lips of blood, tongue taking a taste of Elias’s nipple, dragging over it. “We need to stop—”
“Fucking harder,” begs Elias.
Kyle bites his nipple.
Harder.
Elias’s fingers squeeze so tightly on Kyle’s hair, tugging. His dick swells with need, throbbing in Kyle’s hand. He strokes him, gripping tightly, faster and faster.
The blood makes Kyle stronger, daring, more reckless. He gnaws on Elias’s nipple, certain it’s too much. But Elias with all his strength takes it, his body flexing, firm, wanting more.
“Oh, Kyle …” he whimpers, delirious.
Kyle releases his nipple. His red lips drag down the firm, magnificent meat of Elias’s body, elongating the trail of blood down his smooth and sculpted body, over his hills of abs. Kyle’s on his knees as he licks his man’s navel, then nips at it with his teeth, playful, hungry.
Kyle moves his lips lower still, takes Elias’s cock at the end, and swallows every inch of it without warning.
Blood is an incredibly effective intoxicant, Kyle learns.
It takes the leash. It leads him. It casts light in every dark corner of Kyle’s soul.
Both of Elias’s hands are in Kyle’s hair, pulling, tugging, as he sucks up and down the length of Elias’s cock, painting it red with his mouth.
“Every night, I’m yours,” moans Elias. “Any part of me you want, it’s yours, just—mmm—say the word, and—fuck—and—god, how do you do that?—I’m your fucking dinner.”
Kyle’s teeth drag down Elias’s cock.
Elias bucks slightly, lets out a groan, then settles into a joyful sigh. “Goddamn, if you could only feel how hot this is, what your teeth can do …”
Kyle pulls Elias out of his mouth, peers up from below. “I don’t want to hurt,” he gasps with mouth, teeth, and tongue red. “I don’t—”
“Have you met me? Have you seen this body?” Elias gives his chest a slap, smacks his bicep, pats his abs, then grins, cocky as ever. “You can’t fucking hurt me. I can take it, whatever you need to do, wherever you need to taste. I’m your man.”
Kyle’s eyes rock back, overwhelmed by blood in his mouth, delirious, drunk. “I’m so afraid of hurting you. Your nipple’s bleeding. Your ear.”
“Think that scares me? C’mon.” Elias bares his teeth, body flexed, every muscle taut. “Try me. Bite my dick, right there, do it. Let me show you how strong I am.”
Kyle once asked for the same thing.
He understands the thrill.
It’s quite different, on the other side.
“Let me show you just how strong your man is,” says Elias, deep-voiced, defiant. “See if I cry.”