by Jamie Craig
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.”
His grasp was strong as he stretched Jesse’s arm to the corner of the bed, binding it in the thick Velcro strap. Quickly, he did the same to the other wrist and both ankles, and then went to his dresser. Jesse’s view was blocked as Gideon slid open the top drawer, but soon enough, he saw the leather flogger Gideon removed, and a fired sizzle went straight to his cock.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Gideon said, standing at the side of the bed. His gaze settled on the hard column of Jesse’s length. Loosely, he held the flogger over it and began making circular motions with his wrist, dragging the very tips of the leather strips feathered around Jess’ cock. “I’m going to make you want it so badly that you’re screaming.”
Jesse looked pointedly at his cock, already dully glistening with pre-come. “How hard do you think that’s going to be?”
“Doesn’t matter.” His hungry grin accompanied the soft brush of the flogger along Jesse’s smooth balls. “The best part is hearing you scream anyway.”
He knew Gideon would keep him tied to the bed until he screamed himself hoarse, and he had very little problem with that. Jesse squirmed as Gideon continued to caress him with the very tips of the leather strands, wiggling against the smooth, silk sheets. Everything was a soft caress. Barely touching, barely teasing, and yet, it felt sharp, a direct assault on his senses. He realized that before he screamed for Gideon to touch him, he’d be begging to feel the sting of the flogger against his sensitive skin.
“I love the way your cock and balls look shaved,” Gideon murmured. “I can already feel what they’re going to taste like on my tongue.”
Jesse moaned softly, Gideon’s words setting off a chain reaction of images in his mind. If Gideon kept talking like that, he wouldn’t need to use the flogger. Jesse would scream, beg, whimper, and make any number of promises to feel Gideon’s tongue anywhere on him.
Gideon shifted, dragging the flogger up his twitching abdomen. “This is one of my favorite toys. It’s why I keep it up here. There’s nothing like lashing someone and then sucking their hot skin into my mouth. It makes all the blood rush to the surface and then when I finally get into you, it feels like you explode.”
“Oh?” Jesse asked, his best attempt at a response. It felt like he should have some sort of answer to that, even if his balls were throbbing. Gideon had just mentioned several of his favorite things—the sting of the flogger, Gideon’s mouth, and Gideon finally getting into him. “But you’re not going to do that today?”
Slowly, Gideon shook his head. The leather strips were now trailing along Jesse’s chest, flicking over his nipples. “But it’ll happen. I promise. I want the luxury of pounding into you for hours when it does.”
Jesse’s nipples hardened into peaks, and he tilted his head back as the flogger moved higher. His entire body shook as Gideon teased one of the bite marks, confusing his nerve endings with the teasing pressure on a spot marked for pain. “When do you think that’ll be?”
“When you least expect it.”
The sharp crack of the flogger made Jess jump, but the leather hit the sheet next to his ear, close enough for him to feel the whistle of air. Above him, Gideon’s dark eyes gleamed, and the tip of his tongue appeared as it ran along his teeth.
“I dreamed about drinking you last night,” he said. “I almost asked you to let me out this morning when you brought me my blood.”
Jesse swallowed hard, noticing the way Gideon watched his throat working. “What happened in your dream?”
“You were in the cage instead of me.” Tossing aside the flogger, Gideon took a step away from the bed and dropped his hand to his belt. “Tricia had escaped, and I’d locked you in there to keep you safe while I looked for her. When I came back, you’d stripped out of your clothes and were pressing up to the bars, your cock sticking out between the bars while you slowly jerked off.”
And just like that, Jesse decided that he would need to spend some time in that cage. In fact, as his cock twitched, he wondered if it wasn’t one of Gideon’s finer ideas. “Did you let me out of the cage?”
Gideon undid his pants and pushed them down, the hem of his shirt draping over his jutting shaft when he straightened again. “No. I got down on my knees and grabbed your ass to pull you even tighter against the bars. And then I sucked on your balls while you continued to work on your cock.”
Jesse caught his breath and curled his fingers into his palm. He liked being at Gideon’s mercy—loved it—but it killed him that he couldn’t touch Gideon, especially when he was standing so close and he still smelled of fresh soap. “I…really like this dream.”
“You should’ve seen it.” Jesse was riveted by Gideon’s fingers as they undid the buttons on his shirt, slowly exposing the hard wall of his upper body. “You came all over my face. And then I licked a path up your stomach until I got to your nipple.” Gideon tossed the shirt away. “That’s where I bit you.”
Jesse opened his mouth to speak, but all that escaped was a high, reedy sound from the back of his throat. The corner of Gideon’s mouth lifted, and Jesse swallowed to try again. “Gideon, if you’d like, I can start screaming for you now.”
“Really?” Gideon feigned confusion as he climbed onto the bed to straddle one of Jesse’s thighs. “But I haven’t even done anything yet. Or at least…” Grasping his cock at the base, he touched the wet tip to Jesse’s before dragging it down his length and to his balls. “…not very much.”
“No, no, trust me.” Jesse arched off the bed, straining for more contact. “You’ve done enough.”
Gideon chuckled. “That’s for me to decide. And I decide…I’m not done yet.”
He let go of his cock and skimmed his fingers along Jesse’s inner thigh, crawling at an inexorable pace upward. Goosebumps erupted along Jesse’s skin as it alternated hot and cold at the soft caress. Before Gideon reached the sac, however, he switched to the other leg, repeating the motion with the same tempo, the same silken pressure.
Jesse watched with growing horror as Gideon switched to his other thigh once again, roamed over his hips, his lower abdomen, and then circled the base of his cock with his thumb. He couldn’t take it anymore, his eyes rolling back. Gideon would probably keep this up for hours, finding new, tiny sensitive spots. Like that one. And that one. Jesse jerked and hissed. And that one.
“I love the noises you make,” Gideon murmured.
The weight from his thigh lifted away, and Jess opened his eyes to see Gideon climbing up his body until his knees were on either side of his waist. He didn’t sit, though, keeping all contact away from Jesse’s cock. His thumb circled a nipple, but his eyes were no longer assessing the flesh he touched. They were too busy boring into Jesse’s.
“Do you dream about me?”
“All the time,” Jesse answered without hesitation.
Gideon switched to the other nipple. “What do I do to you in them?”
It would have been easier to say what Gideon didn’t do to him. “You suck my cock. You let me suck you. You fuck me until I can’t walk. You bite me…everywhere.” His dreams were usually blood-soaked, come-soaked affairs that made it hard to get a decent night’s sleep. “You’ve fucked me on every square inch of every available surface in the apartment, the office, the car…”
Gideon edged forward, his balls dragging along Jesse’s chest. Reaching out, he brushed his thumb over Jess’ lower lip, but the instant Jess opened his mouth to suck it in, Gideon withdrew his hand. He waited, poised, until Jess closed his mouth, and then stretched again to caress his lips. “What’s your favorite fantasy?”
Gideon might as well have asked to pick his favorite star in the sky. “Today? I’m wearing nothing but my
collar and leash, I’m at your complete beck and call, and the come on my face and in my ass barely has time to dry before you’re ready for me again.”
He chuckled. “That’s definitely fantasy, Jess, because when it does happen, my come isn’t going to have time to dry. In case you haven’t noticed, my turnaround time is mostly nonexistent. One of the pluses of vampire stamina.”
“I stand corrected. What are the other pluses of vampire stamina?”
“Oh, sitting here and tormenting you forever.”
Jesse released his breath in a long sigh. “Please don’t do that, Gideon. Please. I can’t take it.”
“You’re selling yourself short.” Gideon fisted his cock, giving it long, languorous pulls that Jess couldn’t tear his eyes away from. “But never say I’m not willing to discuss it. If I don’t torment you, what should I do instead?”
Jesse licked his lips. “Feed me your cock.” His eyes darted to Gideon’s face. “Please, Gideon. I need to taste you. That’s all I want to do.”
“That’s all?” His hand stilled, his free one coming up and catching a drop of pre-come from the tip. With a wicked smirk, he pressed the finger to Jesse’s mouth, who promptly parted his lips to suck it inside. “So that should mean you’re fine now, right?”
“No.” In contrast to Gideon’s teasing tone, Jesse sounded dead serious. “I’m not fine now. I won’t be fine until you slide your cock down my throat.”
He saw the flash of lust darken Gideon’s eyes the second before Gideon started moving. “Let’s start with you licking my balls,” he said, positioning himself over Jesse’s head. He held his cock up, the heavy sac lowering to Jess’ mouth. “And I’ll think about it.”
Jesse was eager to take what he could get, parting his lips before Gideon even finished speaking. He lapped at Gideon’s skin, drawing the sac into his mouth. He alternately sucked and licked, relishing the taste of Gideon’s skin, the way he smelled, the soft moans of encouragement. His own balls were aching for the same sort of attention, but he ignored that pain—it didn’t seem to matter when he was this close to getting what he wanted anyway.
Gideon slipped his hand beneath Jesse’s neck, supporting him so that he could reach without strain. His broad thumb caressed below Jesse’s jaw, following each muscle as it worked, occasionally straying to tease the corner of his mouth. When Jess sucked harder, tightening the suction around both balls until the skin stretched and strained, Gideon stiffened, a groan rumbling through his body. Jess assumed he was stopping to relish the pleasure.
“I love how hot your mouth gets,” he murmured. His eyes shone where they met Jesse’s. “It’s been awhile since I had a human lover, but it hasn’t been like this since…” A shudder ran through him, and he lifted up, his sac popping audibly out of Jesse’s mouth. “No more playing. Tell me you want it.”
“I do,” Jess breathed. “Give it to me, Gideon. Please. And I’ll show you everything I didn’t get a chance to do at Sangre.”
Gideon let out a slow hiss. Curling his hand around the root of his cock, he leaned forward and grasped the headboard, tilting his hips to drag the wet tip across Jesse’s lips.
The second his tongue touched Gideon’s cock, a thrill went down his spine. He hadn’t missed what Gideon had almost said. He could dwell on the possible implications of that later, but now he wanted to show Gideon how good he could be. How good this could be. He lifted his head as high as possible, taking in Gideon’s cock almost to the root, and hollowed his cheeks as he waited for Gideon to lower himself farther.
“Take it slow,” Gideon coaxed. He pulled back, letting Jesse’s lips drag along his shaft until they reached the crown. When Jess swirled his tongue around the ridge, Gideon groaned and began thrusting forward. “Fuck. You’re going to make this hard for me, aren’t you?”
I’m going to sure as hell try. Jesse kept Gideon’s admonishment to take it slow in mind, relaxing against the pillow so Gideon had complete control of the pace. He closed his mouth slightly as Gideon pulled out, scraping his teeth along his shaft until he reached Gideon’s head. He slid his tongue along the bottom, then pushed the tip into Gideon’s slit, coaxing out more sticky fluid.
“That’s it, just like that, keep going, keep going…” Gideon pushed a little harder, nudging against the back of Jesse’s throat. He reached down and brushed the hair off Jess’ brow before placing the heel of his hand against it. “Time to go deeper, boy. Now, breathe.”
He automatically took a deep breath, the tone of Gideon’s voice making his blood roar in his ears. As soon as he did, Gideon pushed his cock down Jesse’s throat, not stopping until Jesse’s nose was brushing against his skin. Jesse’s hands curled tightly, his nails digging into his palms, until pain radiated down his arm. Jesse wanted nothing more than to grip Gideon’s thighs and hold him there.
The force of Gideon’s hand kept Jess from following his cock when he pulled back, but Gideon didn’t hesitate to thrust back in, pushing past his nonexistent defenses to sink into his throat again. Jess swallowed, and Gideon curled his fingers into his scalp, nails scraping against the skin.
After another two or three slow, torturous thrusts that left Jess helpless again, Gideon began to pick up speed. Jesse was completely overwhelmed, and he was almost tempted to close his eyes, but he didn’t want to look away from Gideon for a second. He kept Jesse immobile, and Jess responded by increasing the suction around his shaft and humming, sending vibrations through Gideon’s cock.
“I fucking love your mouth,” Gideon chanted. “Going to make you choke on my come, go so deep, you’ll feel it in your balls, boy. And you’ll love it, I know you will. You’ll beg me to do it again and again and again until your throat is raw and your lips are numb.”
The muscles in Gideon’s abdomen tensed, and his thrusts became erratic. With every stroke, his sac slapped against Jesse’s chin. Then his head dropped back, a guttural shout splitting the air, and he shoved one final time into Jesse’s mouth, harder, deeper, his cock pulsing as he started shooting even before he hit Jesse’s throat.
The warm liquid didn’t take Jesse by surprise, but for a moment, he thought he might choke. Gideon’s cock kept jerking, and Jesse’s throat worked frantically, swallowing every bit. Even as Gideon began to pull away from him, Jess realized he was right. He would beg for it again and again.
He thought Gideon would stop, but he didn’t, he kept pulling back and back, sliding his body down until he stretched atop Jess. As Jess was about to swallow the last of the come clinging to his tongue, Gideon curled his hand around his throat and said, “Don’t.” In the next moment, his mouth slammed to Jesse’s, searching to taste him.
Gideon didn’t release him as he deepened the kiss, and Jesse’s head started to spin. The taste of his come, the force of Gideon’s tongue, the strong fingers against his skin, and Gideon’s cock, still hard, sliding against his thigh were all almost enough to make him explode. Gideon kissed him until there wasn’t a trace left in his mouth, and then swept his tongue through Jesse’s mouth once more, slowly, before lifting his head.
“Sometimes I think I could live in there,” he murmured, his fingers stroking the side of Jesse’s neck.
Jesse tilted his head back slightly, encouraging Gideon to continue. He thought he would be somewhat satisfied, but desire still gnawed at him. He knew Gideon could feel how hard his cock was, knew he could smell his arousal and hear his pulse hammering.
Using his hold on Jesse’s neck, Gideon turned his head to the side, exposing his first bite mark. “I have to say, I hate the idea of obsidian.” He bowed down and licked across the puncture wounds, sending a cascade of shivers through Jesse’s helpless body. “But it did do one thing.” He ground their cocks together. “It got us doing what we should’ve been doing years ago.”
“Yes, yes,” Jesse panted, in agreement with every word. He jerked his hips, grinding against Gideon again. “Please, Gideon…can I please come?”
Gideon finally released his thr
oat, sliding his palm down Jesse’s side to grip his hip. “Since you ask so nicely…”
Jess missed his weight as he rose above him, but his heart thudded wildly as he realized what Gideon was going to do. With a last leer tossed over his shoulder, Gideon reversed his position, dangling his still-hard cock over Jesse’s mouth again as he cupped Jesse’s balls.
“So smooth,” he heard Gideon murmur. “And all for me.”
All the air whooshed out of his chest as he finally felt Gideon’s mouth, the soft swipe of his tongue around his sac as he slowly sucked it past his lips.
Jesse stuck his tongue out, licking and lipping Gideon’s smooth skin, but it was difficult to concentrate. Gideon’s mouth was surprisingly warm, and his tongue was rough, his lips tight, and now Jesse finally gave into the impulse to close his eyes. The taste of Gideon’s cock, and the way he seemed to want to taste every inch of Jesse’s balls did not help the ache in his groin. The throbbing spread through his body and everything from his toes to his fingertips pulsed, and still Gideon sucked on his sac, apparently in no hurry to shift his attention to Jesse’s cock.
A strong hand stroked along Jesse’s inner thigh, finding the same path it had taken earlier. His muscles twitched, fighting against the ticklish sensation, but when it reached the sweaty junction separating leg from hip, it didn’t stop. It didn’t stop until it reached the skin behind his balls, and then it veered downward to trace the hot crack of his ass.
Jesse caught his breath and tensed, trying to focus on Gideon’s cock when all he could think about was the path Gideon’s finger was taking. As soon as he pressed through the pucker, Jesse clenched, gradually relaxing as Gideon pressed deeper, then added a second finger. That was too much.
“Gideon…please…please…I can’t…can’t take this…please need you…”
The words were cut off by the sudden lift of Gideon’s hips and the even more sudden drive of his cock past Jesse’s lips. Gideon didn’t stop, pushing down his throat, but even as he began ruthlessly fucking his face, Gideon abandoned Jesse’s balls and shifted to swallow his shaft down in a single stroke. There was no pausing, no time to adjust. He hollowed out his cheeks and began humming as his head and fingers moved at the same swift rhythm.
