Chapter 17
Seventeen
Sully
Finally, Ru gets on board with my plans to reduce us to writhing puddles of pleasure before the night is through.
And I didn’t even have to dare him.
This time, when we kiss, it’s like a fire’s been lit in his bones. He grabs my waist, tugs me in, and holds me tight. He devours my mouth, kissing as though starving for me. And it feels amazing. Better than I’d ever imagined. Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
All I can think is… “I want more.”
His gaze locks with mine. “I’d give you anything.”
At the moment, I’ll settle for him naked and beneath me, especially if I have touching privileges. My fingers itch for his skin. I tug at the waistband of his sleep pants. “Off.”
Ru moves enough to aid me as I undress him, pants, socks, shirt all discarded to the floor so I can feast on the sight of him bare.
He’s gorgeous, with smooth tan skin and a smattering of freckles across his chest. His pink nipples pebble under my questing touch. I want to put my mouth on them.
He rucks up my shirt, but I stop him. “No, let me do this first, please. I’ve been dreaming of it, and I’m going to last all of two seconds when you finally touch me, so let me enjoy this part.”
His lids flutter. “I’m hardly going to say no to that.”
I lean in for another kiss, another taste of Ru’s lips, which he grants with enthusiasm. His hands brush the skin beneath my shirt, and though they’re warm, I shiver.
I want to make him feel amazing. To be the reason he comes apart. There are so many things I want to try. Things that I want to experience with Ru.
My body is awash with sensation. My fangs are retracted as far as they’ll go, carefully out of the way.
My cock is hard and aching, but I ignore it in favor of studying his.
Flush and curved toward his belly with a glistening drop at the tip, his cock is as hard as mine.
It twitches against his abs while I stare, so it must enjoy being appreciated in this way.
I grin and wriggle lower between his legs.
“You don’t have to…
“Don’t have to what?”
“Use your mouth,” he says, to which I frown at him.
“I know. I want to. Why wouldn’t you wa— Oh, are you worried about my fangs?”
“No, it’s not that. I know you haven’t done this before.”
“All the more reason to do it now. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” I pat his belly, just above his cockhead. “But if you’re nervous, take some deep breaths.”
He rolls his eyes at me and smiles. That’s my Ru. That’s what I want for my first time. For him to relax. For us to enjoy it. To not be so serious for a while.
He slips his hands into my hair and rubs my scalp. I turn my cheek into his palm. Mmm. Warm. I want to lick him, so I do, first his wrist, then lower, his hip, his thigh, and finally, the length of his shaft. Soft and hot against my tongue.
Above me, Ru gasps. His hands clench in my hair, then immediately release. “Sorry, sorry.”
I don’t want to stop, I want to suck him into my mouth, but I pause anyway, gazing up at him. “Don’t apologize. Grab my hair. Pull it. Move my head. Do all of that. I’m going to like it.”
He pupils dilate, swallowing his irises. He nods. “Yeah, okay. But if you don’t, tell me.”
I grab his hand and squeeze. “I will.”
Back to my prize.
I wriggle lower, wrap my arms under his thighs, and get to work.
Sucking the head into my mouth makes the muscles in his abs jump.
I like that. My lips stretch wide. Feels good.
I slide down, take as much as I can, swirl my tongue.
And that feels good too. Fuck. I love this.
Love the weight of his legs in my arms, the velvet underside of his cock on my tongue, the way he grips my hair but doesn’t control my movement.
“S’nice, Sully,” says Ru, voice breathless. “Fuck, yes. Like that.”
I seal my lips tight and drag upward, then back down as far as I’m able. It’s messy and wet and wonderful.
I don’t how the people in the videos go farther than this, with their noses pressed to flesh. I’m not even close. But Ru doesn’t seem to care. He’s shaking beneath me, hips jerking, breath hitching, so I don’t worry about it. I just enjoy myself.
My own cock feels heavy, balls tight. Need builds, fizzing in my veins. Closing my eyes, I bask in the sensations. I hum lowly, and that makes Ru moan, so I keep humming.
“Fuck. Gonna come soon,” he says, and I’m both thrilled and sad because it’s almost over. I could do this for hours. But I want to taste his pleasure. Want him to peak with only the movement of my mouth, my tongue.
I make what I hope is an affirmative noise without letting up. His hands tighten in my hair. His thighs quake. He comes in my mouth, a surprising amount, and I’m thrilled at having achieved this feat.
I swallow and rest my cheek on this thigh. He cards his fingers through my hair, still panting, stomach rising and falling with each breath. I love I made him feel this way. Put that flush on his cheeks and down his neck and chest. He looks divine all blissed-out from pleasure.
My gaze catches on his throat, specifically on the feint blue vein pulsing beneath his skin.
Blood.
My mouth waters. Hunger stirs. My fangs descend automatically.
I squeeze my jaws shut tight and tear my gaze away. Ru is not food. And he would not be comfortable if he knew of my craving.
And I have other, more pleasant hungers pressing on my senses. Namely, my cock against the sofa. I’m not proud to admit I’m humping the couch like a dog.
“Come up here,” says Ru, tugging me up his body for a kiss.
I turn my head just in time. “Better not.”
“Huh?”
“Fangs.” I duck, hiding my face. “Sorry.”
“Oh hey, it’s okay.” Gently, he turns my head to face him. His expression says he means it. Everything’s okay.
But I wish my stupid bloodlust hadn’t ruined this moment.
“Don’t worry about it.”
I can’t stop myself from mumbling another apology.
“Sully.” He wriggles his fingers beneath my top. “Can we take this off now?”
I nod, and he undresses me then tugs me close. His skin on mine feels amazing, soft and hot all over. He turns his face into my throat, leaving a damp trail of mouthy kisses down to my collarbones.
“This okay?” he asks.
“Yes.” I’ve always longed to be touched like this, as though I’m precious. I’ve longed to be touched at all, in kindness, but this? This is the stuff of my fantasies. Ru’s hands mapping my body, trailing down my spine, and over the curve of my ass.
The thirst eases in favor of pleasure-seeking.
“You good?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Ready for more?”
“Please.” I don’t recognize my own voice, all breathy and wrung out.
Ru shifts us, guiding me to my back then settling over me, his waist between my thighs. He’s kissing and sucking on my neck and somehow I feel it blaze a line all the way down to my curled toes. I whimper.
“Tell me what you like.” His lips move against my skin, over my nipple, then he kisses me there too.
“That. I like that. I like everything.” At least I do so far. It’s hard to know what I like when everything is new.
The huff of his laughter ghosts over my damp skin. “Good.”
He licks my nipples, one, then the other, then slides gentle fingers over them until I’m arching my chest for more. I had no idea they could feel like this, that so much tingling pleasure could be had from teasing them with soft kisses and gentle touches.
Ru runs his hands farther down my belly. “Whoa, that’s amazing,” he says, voice reverent. “Like it never even happened.”
For a moment, I’m confused. Then I recall. “The barbed wire?”
He nods and kisses my stomach where the jagged cuts used to be. “The damage is completely gone. No scar, nothing. Not even a hint of pink.”
Great. Another reminder I’m not like him.
Not exactly human.
Human-ish at best.
But I guess that’s all right. If I were human, I might not have lived through my injury at all. And Ru doesn’t seem bothered. Rather, he seems awed. He’s still mouthing at the spot where a scar should be, close enough now his throat presses against my shaft, making me squirm.
Whatever was bothering me, it’s forgotten as he grips my cock and gives a slow, firm stroke. My eyes roll to the back of my head. I collapse onto the pillow. If I watch, I’ll come immediately. He’s too hot down there, all messy hair and spit-slick lips and lust-filled brown eyes.
I’m going to embarrass myself.
His mouth finds my cock, a slow lick, and I’m lost. An undignified squeal escapes my lips. I fight to stay still as the urge to thrust threatens to overtake me.
Ru touching me is nothing like what it feels like when I touch myself. It’s ten times better. No. A hundred times. More intense, more intimate, everything.
I don’t remember grabbing his head, but my hands are in his hair. Not controlling, just grounding. Another connection when my entire body is vibrating loose at the seams.
It takes nothing. A mere hint of pressure. A few gentle strokes. And I’m unraveling, and he’s swallowing. Pleasure crashes through me.
My mind is white noise.
When I come to, Ru is crawling up my body and angling his head for a kiss. Without thinking, I offer it, lips parting. But he’s smart. He keeps the kiss tame, avoiding my fangs, which I couldn’t retract if I tried. I’m too overwhelmed.
Pliant in his arms as he shifts and moves us, my body has turned to jelly. He settles us comfortably, cuddled chest-to-chest, our legs tangled, and tugs a blanket over us.
The fire crackles and pops, casting a warm glow on Ru’s handsome face.
“Hey there.” He kisses the tip of my nose.
“Hi,” I say, feeling a bit shy all of a sudden, which is weird after everything we just did together.
“You’re very pretty like this, all flushed and sleepy.”
My cheeks heat further. I must look a mess. Who knows what my hair is doing? Ru tucks a wild lock of it behind my ear and smiles.
“How was it?” There’s a vulnerability in his expression that tells me maybe he’s nervous too.
“Wonderful. So hot. You’re hot.” Saying it out loud helps. Feels kind of silly and a lot personal, but I want to share everything with him. “I already can’t wait to do it again.”
He chuckles, breath ghosting my forehead. “Good. Me too.”
As we lay together, I memorize the feel of his body against mine, the way his shoulder feels under my palm, the path down his ribcage, over his hip to his thigh, how my toes feel on the tops of his feet, the weight of his arm around my waist.
I never want to move.
How I’d dreamed of this, alone in my cell, night after night. Of being held by someone I cared for. Being safe in another man’s arms. And how much better is it than I ever could have imagined? The reality of Ru against me, naked and warm, his skin on mine, our heads on one shared pillow.
Bliss.
“Can I ask now?” He strokes my back, fingers trailing over the ridges of my spine.
“Ask what?”
“Your secret. I still want to know it. I want to know everything about you.”
I’d forgotten, and the thought makes me tense even though I want to share this with Ru. I need to know what he thinks. But fear creeps in unbidden, a tight, heavy stone in my stomach. He’s finally not afraid of me anymore. What if I ruin it?
“Whoa, whoa, it’s okay.” His hold on me tightens. A hug. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Give me warm-wet-noodle-Sully back, okay?”
That startles a laugh out of me, even though my nerves haven’t abated in the slightest. “I’ll tell you. I’m afraid you won’t like it.”
“Just the thought made you all tense. We can forget it. The last thing I want to do is upset you right now.”
Fuck. What a great guy Ru is. Kind, caring, generous.
He’s going to disagree. He doesn’t have it in him to seek the vengeance my dark streak craves. But that doesn’t change what I want. Best get it over with.
I pull back far enough to study his face. I need to see his reaction in real time, before he can hide it with comforting words and gentle touches.
“I’m going to destroy II Tech.” The venom in my voice doesn’t even sound like me.
“Burn it to the ground. All the labs, all their research, all their records and tests and computers. I want to destroy them so thoroughly they can never come back. I’m going to free the other hybrids, even Hayworth. ” Especially Hayworth.
Ru’s eyes have gone wide. His mouth is oddly tight.
“And I’m going to need help.”