Chapter 7 Riley #2
Would Seth have forgiven Riley if he had slipped? Would he still kiss Riley so willingly if Riley had used that same mouth to drain someone dry?
He might have. He seemed the forgiving sort.
But maybe that was only wishful thinking.
Riley made his way over to the window and sank down into the armchair.
It was low to the ground, with soft fleece-like upholstery and a wide seat.
Wide enough to fit two people, actually, a fact that Riley had never considered until now.
Seth could be sitting here right next to him, warm and soft and smelling like orange cake.
Arousal stirred low in Riley’s belly, almost against his will.
God, he wanted him. He wanted Seth so badly.
Riley had wanted him from the first moment he’d seen him, even if he’d confused it for a very different kind of hunger at the time.
It wasn’t like Riley was naive. Not exactly.
He’d been as curious as anyone else growing up.
He’d checked out porn furtively on his laptop late at night.
With his enhanced hearing, he’d heard couples in the woods too, teens sneaking out to bump their parts together without parents interfering.
Riley always tried to retreat when that happened, but he’d caught enough snatches to have an idea of things.
Not that those fumbling teen boys were exactly Casanovas to emulate or anything.
It just hadn’t ever…appealed. The porn especially. All those fake moans and the frantic humping. Everything happened so fast, and the close-up shots seemed almost clinical, body parts sticking into other body parts. What was so sexy about someone’s dick thrusting in and out of someone else’s hole?
It hadn’t ever gotten him riled up in any serious way. Even the voice had been bored, and vampires were supposed to be wired for sex as well as violence. Masturbation had always been infrequent and not due to anything specific—just an itch that occasionally needed scratching.
Riley had thought it was another area in which he was an anomaly, another way he was maybe broken, another sign that he probably didn’t have a mate waiting in the wings.
But Riley did have a mate after all. And he smelled like everything delicious in the world, and his calloused hands were so careful in their touch, and he felt so good under Riley, whether on the pavement or on an ugly couch.
Riley’s cock twitched with interest, and he hurried to unbutton his jeans. It hadn’t been a lie, what he’d told Seth earlier: Riley touched himself more often now. Usually after visiting the bakery, after having Seth invade his senses for hours and hours.
Riley wished he’d gotten to touch him more today. Wished he’d gotten to taste other parts of Seth besides his soft lips.
Riley grasped his cock, which was filling more rapidly the longer he thought of having Seth underneath him.
He thought back to that first night, when he’d overheard Seth talking on the phone. There’d been a theory as to why Riley had said he wanted to eat him…
Did Riley want to eat Seth’s ass? It hadn’t been the reason Riley had tackled him, but…probably, right?
It was another thing that didn’t sound appealing out of context, but the thought of Seth beneath him, his fleshy globes in the air and his face pressed into a mattress while Riley devoured him?
Riley stroked his cock, letting out a harsh breath. Fuck, yes. That would be appealing.
True, Riley had no idea what the fuck he was doing, but Seth would tell him, wouldn’t he? He’d be good at it too. He was warm and kind and encouraging by nature, and he’d tell Riley exactly what came next, just like he’d shown Riley how to kiss him.
Riley’s fangs dropped as his cock throbbed in his hold.
And maybe, just maybe, Riley could sink his teeth into Seth’s soft skin.
Vampire bites felt good to humans. Arousing, even.
So even if Riley was inept and clumsy, a bite would help smooth things over.
He could close his mouth around Seth’s throat, or maybe his inner thigh, and taste what flowed through those veins. Riley could be careful, couldn’t he?
The voice inside him stirred, intrigued by the direction of his thoughts.
Riley’s hand went faster. He hadn’t bothered with lotion, and his touch was dry and bordering on painful, but he couldn’t bring himself to reach for anything to ease the glide.
He just needed to take the edge off this want.
This yearning. So that next time Riley saw Seth, he could be good for him again.
Fuck. Riley wished Seth were here now. Wished he was breathing Seth in. Wished Seth had those perfect calloused fingers all over Riley’s cock.
Maybe he’d use more than his fingers. Maybe he’d use that perfect, smiling mouth.
Hold still and part your lips for me.
Riley’s back arched, his balls drawing up tight, and then he was coming into his fist with a ragged groan.
He sat there silent for a few long moments, then grabbed a tissue from the closest bookshelf and cleaned himself up, making a face at the sticky mess.
It wasn’t very satisfying, was it? All this pathetic masturbation. Would it be more satisfying if it was Seth’s hand Riley had finished in? Or maybe that mouth he’d been picturing? Or that hole Riley was supposedly so hungry to devour?
Riley’s spent cock twitched again, and he frowned down at it, buttoning his jeans back up before he could be tempted to touch it. He tossed his head back with an aggrieved groan.
Maybe Riley should be grateful attraction hadn’t been a big part of his life before now. He really didn’t seem to have much patience for it at all.