Chapter 10 Rest #3
His hands left the sheets and went to Grayson’s hips. He took over moving the young man down on his shaft. Grayson would have to do nothing. No energy would be spent. He would take care of it.
When he was seated fully within Grayson, he let the young man just stay there for a moment.
His cock pulsed inside of Grayson’s back package.
The urge to cum right then and there was back and huge.
Grayson’s own cock was pink and swaying between them.
He was sure that one or two strokes would have Grayson orgasming.
Only when he felt Grayson’s back passage relax did he begin to move. Up and down slow and sure. Grayson hissed as he pulled him off and then sighed when he pulled him down again. His cock seemed to strain to keep inside of Grayson.
Grayson’s head was thrown back. His eyelids were closed. His neck was exposed. Offering himself to Ryder. His fangs fully came out and his mouth filled with saliva.
What would it be like if I could turn him? Right now. Take his blood and make him mine?
But without Grayson’s consent that could not occur.
And he knew he would not get it. As Daemon had said, Grayson was a focus for the Sect.
So long as they believed him human and frail, they would focus on him and, hopefully, leave the other students alone.
So he bit down on his desire to drink of Grayson’s blood and offer Grayson his own. It would not happen tonight.
But I do want it to happen.
Realizing that Grayson’s attitude–head thrown back and throat exposed–was too tempting, Ryder reversed their positions. He had Grayson on his back and he was between the young man’s legs. Grayson gasped and his eyelids flew open.
Ryder leaned down and claimed that open mouth. Their tongues tangled. He drank in Grayson with every flick of tongue and movement of lips. And then he started to move his hips.
First, he ground forward into Grayson. The young man moaned as Ryder circled his hips. Grayson’s legs wound around his waist and his heels dug into Ryder’s lower back, trying to keep him inside. But Ryder had other plans.
He made short, sharp jabs of his hips into Grayson’s body.
In and out. Faster and faster. Picking up a rhythm.
Grayson’s moans became cries that snuck out between their kisses.
Gasping, breathy cries of passion. Then he pulled almost all the way out, even as Grayson strove to pull him back in, and held himself there.
Only the tip of his cock was encased in that heat.
“In–In me now! Now!” Grayson begged.
Ryder slammed home. He cycled again between those short, sharp thrusts and back to those long, slow pull outs and push ins. Grayson felt every inch of him. Sweat slicked Grayson’s body. His cock leaked precum like a sieve. His hands scrabbled at Ryder’s shoulders.
The bed was so well made that it didn’t shake as he pounded into Grayson’s pliant body.
Grayson’s cries were mewls now that went on in unending choruses.
Grayson managed to bring him down for more kisses.
He bit along Ryder’s jaw and throat as if he were the hungry Vampire.
He sucked on Ryder’s collarbones. His pupils were blown wide and his lips were swollen and wet.
Ryder’s stomach muscles roiled as he tried to hold back the orgasm that wanted to roll through him at just that look at Grayson’s face.
Undone. So undone. And then it was happening.
He was thrusting inside as his balls drew tight to his body.
His cock swelled that last bit more. But it was Grayson’s orgasm that fully pushed him over the edge.
He felt the cum gush over his stomach and chest. Grayson’s back passage tightened around the whole of his cock.
And then he was cumming, too.
It truly was the “little death.” He felt like he was emptying his life force into Grayson. While Grayson sagged back on the pillows, hair clinging to his face because of sweat, eyes shut, skin glowing. He was so beautiful. He accepted Ryder’s offering and was completely at his mercy.
Grayson’s head was turned to the side and his neck was exposed. A vein pulsed there. He could smell Grayson’s blood. Sweet. Rich. Inviting. He was about to wrench himself away. He swore he was! When Grayson curled a hand around his head.
“It’s all right. You can feed,” Grayson offered.
“I–I can’t, Ashyr,” he got out.
Grayson opened his eyes and looked up at him. “It will be all right. I want–”
“I don’t want to feed from you!” Ryder got out around his fangs. “I do, but I also… I also want to feed you in return. Do you understand, my love? Do you?”
At his words, he had expected Grayson’s eyes to widen, for him to push Ryder away, and tell him not to think of it! But instead, Grayson’s expression softened.
“You have no idea… no idea… how much I want that, too,” Grayson murmured. “So much.”
Ryder let out a choked laugh. “You–you do? I know you said–”
“I love you,” Grayson breathed. “I love you.”
Ryder leaned down and rested his forehead against Grayson’s. “And I love you. Which is why… why we won’t do this now. I know it would go against what you want to do for the students, for Daemon.”
Grayson’s hold tightened on him. “We just need to get through this and then we can… can move on and put most of the past behind us.”
Ryder kissed him tenderly. Again and again and again.