Chapter Four
Chapter Four
Ravensmire
Master’s Suite
Thursday
Early Morning
Three A.M
The whole castle was silent, and Gryphen was dead asleep until he heard something outside of their bedroom door. At first, as it pulled him from sleep, he believed he’d been dreaming.
Then, he heard it again.
And again.
And again.
Oh, this made him nervous. To Gryphen, it sounded like footsteps on the stones, and a woman singing a child’s lullaby.
Yeah, there was no way he was hearing that.
Holy shit.
What the hell was going on here?
As he laid there, beside him, Ian was sound asleep. He was on his back, his hand on the pillow, and one on his chest.
The slow rhythmic breathing told Gryphen he was the only one who heard the singing.
This was a bad time to be wide awake.
Try as he might, he closed his eyes to try and fall back to sleep for a few more hours, but it wasn’t happening.
He was freaked out.
Lying there, he watched his lover sleeping, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the view. The light was on in the bathroom, and it was cascading out, giving him enough to see the man.
Blowing air across his chest, Gryphen enjoyed watching his nipple react to his breath.
It shot licks of electricity through his body at the idea that he would love to taste that little nipple. What he craved was Ian’s body.
They’d had wild vertical sex in the shower where Gryphen manhandled his man. He’d sat on the seat and made Ian ride him through two massive orgasms.
By the time he’d exploded twice, Ian was breathless and cum was dripping from his ass.
And that was how he liked him.
Now, he tried to figure out how pissed he’d be if he woke him up with sex.
All he knew was if Ian woke him up with sex, he absolutely wouldn’t be angry at all.
A man was a man, right?
They all liked sex, and Ian was deliciously rumpled as he slept. That was way too tempting for him.
Well, screw it.
He was hard, wide awake, and needed a way back to sleep. Sex was always the answer.
Sliding down into the thick, feather comforter that felt like heaven, Gryphen found Ian’s dick, and slowly began blowing him.
Oh, and he knew when the man came awake.
It was with a moan.
“Gryphen,” he whispered, as his erection got hard in his mouth.
Well, that was his sign.
Someone wasn’t angry at all.
Good to know.
Because that hunger for the man never ended, Gryphen took his time, fully devouring him, working him in and out of his mouth and to the base. The whole time, Ian made breathy little whimpers of pleasure.
Yeah, he liked having a bed mate.
A lot.
It beat waking up and jerking off.
That was for damn sure.
As Ian felt himself being touched, at first, there was fear, and then, he knew where he was.
Oh, he’d recognize the scruff of Gryphen’s five o’clock shadow on his body any day.
He was a captive audience as Gryphen blew him.
Because his upper brain had shut off, Ian was staring at the ceiling as the man he love drove him wild. He couldn’t recall the last time a lover woke him up in the middle of the night with head.
He was pretty sure it had never happened before.
Shit.
He loved his life.
Someone was hungrily devouring him, and Ian was there for the ride.
They’d had incredibly wild sex in the shower, and he assumed the man was satiated.
This was definitely not that.
“Oh, God,” he whispered, as Gryphen was focused on the tip of his dick, and tormenting it.
Sliding his hands under the bedding, he found Gryphen’s hair, and held on as the man drove him wild.
“Fuck!” he muttered as his body bowed and electricity shot through him.
It was when he sucked one of his balls into his mouth, that Ian knew what was going to happen.
He was absolutely going to cum.
“I need you,” Gryphen whispered, taking whatever he wanted in need.
When Gryphen went lower, he grabbed a pillow and shoved it under the man’s hips.
Ian knew this was about to get wild.
“Yes,” he whispered, as he couldn’t see what was happening, but he knew where Gryphen was heading.
That’s when his man staked his claim and ran his tongue around his asshole, rimming him.
Ian shook.
This was the most thorough blowjob he’d ever had in his whole life. Not every man would go down on a guy like that. It was intimate, and it said one thing.
There was nothing off limits.
“Oh, God!” Ian whispered, as Gryphen did something with his fingers that made Ian’s eyes cross. They were in his body, and driving up the heat.
He was so hard, that he wanted to cum in the worst way.
Then, as quickly as it began, Gryphen was back to blowing him again.
Whipping the blanket off of them, Ian wanted to watch him. He wanted to see his sexy soldier going down on his dick.
Fuck.
That made it worse.
Someone was hungry, and the way he was working his dick and ass with his fingers was too much to handle.
“I’m about to cum,” Ian whispered, his hands bunched in the bedding as he fought to hold on.
When Gryphen gave his balls a tug, that was all it took. He began cumming, and Gryphen blew him harder through the explosion.
Ian’s body bowed, and in the light of the fire, Gryphen got to watch goosebumps cross his flesh, and his nipples react.
And that was how he liked to see his man.
Just like this.
As he swallowed every drop of cum, then, and only then, he began moving his way up his body. The whole way, Gryphen left bites.
“Jesus. If this is a dream, please don’t let me wake up until after the sexy Marine is done fucking me,” he muttered.
Gryphen was amused.
“Are you upset that I woke you?” he asked. “You were sound asleep, but I wasn’t.”
Surfacing through the pleasure, Ian managed to open his eyes.
“I am NEVER going to get angry with you if you wake me to give me a blowjob. Who in their right mind would be?”
Yep.
A man was man was a man.
They definitely prioritized cumming over sleeping.
“I couldn’t help myself, Ian. I saw you laying there, and I couldn’t keep my mouth off of you. I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
Hearing that, Ian grinned.
He couldn’t even articulate how happy he was to hear that from someone. Ian had never felt as loved as he did with Gryphen.
“Well, I’m not going to stop you. If you need me, by all means, take what you want.”
He would because Ian was his.
As if tempting him, his mate licked his lips, and whether it was to moisten them, or tease him, it had the same outcome.
Gryphen slid his hand behind Ian’s head, and he forced his mouth to his.
He was no longer feeling calm.
He was wild.
There was something about a sleek, naked man in his bed that got the juices flowing.
Gryphen wanted more.
Truth be told, he wanted to have this man all over the bedroom. Gryphen wanted to leave marks on him that would prove he was his and only his.
That territorial need was rising up again, and it was making him want to do wild, wicked things to his mate.
The kiss was a wild storm, and it left nothing to the imagination.
Now, Ian was trapped beneath Gryphen’s bulkier body, and he wasn’t disappointed.
When Gryphen found his hands, and slid them above his head to pin him there, he moaned.
Breaking the kiss, he stared down into his eyes.
“I want you, but I want to be wild. If you’re going to be afraid of me, stop me. I’m not too far gone, yet.”
Ian understood.
Marines went hard, and Gryphen was trying to be cognizant of his fears. He’d told him to be himself, and honestly, he was curious.
If the shower was any preview of what the man could be in bed, he wanted more.
No.
Ian wanted all.
“Please,” he whispered. “Show me. Don’t hold back,” he added. “I want all of you, Gryphen.”
That wickedness whipped through him, making him want to set that wildness free.
He liked having Ian trapped.
It was very predator and prey. Now, he wanted to enjoy what the man had to offer.
He kept him pinned there, his big hand holding his hands as he had Ian’s legs around his hips. His rock-hard dick was against Ian’s body.
When he moved, it rubbed against him.
“Yes,” he whispered, tipping his hips to have more contact. He wanted Gryphen in him in the worst way.
“Patience,” he whispered, leaving bites on his neck, his throat, and his collar bones. “Let me enjoy my trapped prey,” he whispered, and it sent chills across Ian’s body.
He whimpered in need.
The whole time, Ian braced for the most erotic of pleasure. He knew Gryphen always held back. He saw him go wild once, but he wanted more.
He wanted all.
“I will never hurt you,” he whispered. “I promise,” he said, as he closed his teeth around one of his nipples.
That one action sent shockwaves through his body.
“Oh, God!” Ian hissed, his whole being shaking as Gryphen gave him that love bite.
Then, he was sucking on his nipples, and biting them again, all the while he was trapped.
Shit.
He liked this.
A lot.
Normally, he played on Gryphen’s sexy playground, but it was clear the man liked doing that too.
Using his teeth, Gryphen drove Ian wild. The whole time, he was enjoying the man’s reaction to him.
He wanted him shouting his name.
Begging Gryphen to take him.
Reaching down off the side of the bed, he grabbed his jeans, and pulled the belt from it. The whole time, Ian watched him.
This was risky, simply because of what Will Jackson had done to him. Before he crossed a line with Ian, he needed to know.
“Do you trust me?”
Ian nodded, and he’d be lying if he said that belt in his hand didn’t make him crave even more.
His erection wept at the anticipation of what he was going to do with it.
“Baby, I’m going to make you scream my name,” he said, before he wrapped the belt around Ian’s wrists, and then bound him to the headboard.
That one action made Ian moan.
God.
No one had ever done this before to him, and he was enjoying it.
Gryphen wasn’t gentle as he trapped his man, ensuring he could enjoy what was his.
Ian’s body.
As soon as the belt was secured, Ian pulled at it, and he wasn’t getting free.
That one action turned Gryphen on even more. It shot desire through his body as he thought of all the wicked possibilities that were opening up.
Ian told him to be himself, and all he could hope was the man knew what he’d unleashed in him.
“Fuck, but I love looking at you bound to my bed,” he admitted, biting Ian’s nipple so his body bucked.
With his hands free, he grabbed another pillow to shove under Ian’s hips. He needed him at the perfect height.
Ian needed to know.
“What are you going to do with me now that I’m trapped,” he whispered, that lust in his voice and his eyes.
“What do you want me to do to you, Ian?” he asked.
He said one word.
“Everything.”
Well, shit.
Now, Gryphen’s balls ached. They were heavy and desperate with that need to cum.
“Then, that’s what you get.”
Slowly, he slid down the bed, finding the perfect position between Ian’s spread thighs.
His mate whimpered as he let his fingers trail across his dick, balls, and asshole.
Already, Ian was hard and desperate for more from his lover.
Taking Ian’s erection in his hand, he started blowing him.
No, he devoured him.
The whole time, Ian moaned loudly, as he was struggling to cum again. Only, Gryphen was changing it up, and he couldn’t get the rhythm.
His mouth destroyed his control.
Finally, he took him all the way down his throat and scraped his teeth up the length of Ian’s dick.
That’s all it took.
“Cumming,” he whispered, as his body bowed, and cum exploded from him.
Gryphen swallowed everything he had to offer, but still, he wasn’t even close to being done.
He flipped him over, having to adjust the belt. Now, Ian’s ass was up in the air, the pillow under his hips. Before Ian could even speak, Gryphen spread his cheeks, and rimmed him.
“Oh, God,” he whispered. “Please” he said, his body tingling from the attention this man was paying to him. He was very thorough.
Gryphen wanted more.
He loved how the man fought to get free, and he was trapped on the bed, open for him.
When he bit him on the back of his thigh, Ian shook.
“I think someone likes a little kink,” Gryphen said, sliding his hand under him to give his erection a squeeze.
He moaned.
“Do you?” he asked, his body over Ian’s, and his erection nestled into his ass crack. “Tell me, Ian. Answer the question.”
“I’ve never experienced it before. There’s only been boring sex before you, Gryphen.”
That was the truth.
It was lights off, Missionary position or doggy style. No one had ever bound him to a bed, spread him out, and used his body like this.
Ian never trusted anyone to do it before.
Only, now, he trusted Gryphen with his life.
Well, if the man wanted an experience, Gryphen was more than happy to give it to him.
Spitting on his hand, he stared down at Ian’s ass.
“God, I love fucking you,” he said.
Ian couldn’t move, and Gryphen had him trapped. When he nudged his ass, Ian’s back arched, and Gryphen slid into him.
“Oh, fuck,” Ian whispered, as he took all of Gryphen to the base. The man was thick and long, and he was officially filled.
It was nirvana.
There was nothing like that first glide into a tight ass that you were making yours.
“So tight, Baby,” he whispered, his body over his. “Now, I’m going to enjoy this,” he said, as he began moving.
Ian was helpless and his.
With each motion of his hips, Ian’s body rubbed against the bed, as with each long thrust, Gryphen shifted him.
It was maddening.
The friction on his dick had him moaning as the big Marine fucked him.
He went hard.
“Seeing you like this makes me crazy,” Gryphen whispered, as he kept him immobilized. “Seeing you trapped for my pleasure makes me want to be a very dirty man.”
Ian whimpered.
Oh, he wanted that and so much more. With Gryphen, he could let go and trust the man to show him so much pleasure.
“Gryph, please,” he begged.
“Please what?” he asked, ready to cum himself from the way Ian reacted to him.
“Fuck me harder.”
That was all it took. With one last thrust, he buried himself ball’s deep in Ian’s ass and he came so hard, pouring into him.
“Oh, Christ!” Ian shouted, as that heat cascaded into his ass, making his body shake. Gryphen had him pulled taut, his arms stretched and his body in the same position. His hands were on his hips, and he couldn’t move.
Ian was literally at his mercy.
As he came, it took him a second.
Then, Gryphen knew he wasn’t satiated.
Not.
Even.
Close.
He stared down at his dick buried in his ass, and his cum that oozing from Ian’s body gave him the chills.
If that wasn’t the hottest thing in the world, Gryphen didn’t know what was.
“And there’s the lube,” he said, starting to move again. “Now let’s have some fun.”
He pulled Ian up to his knees, and he liked the angle. He let his hips take over, and he got himself rock hard all over again.
“Gryph! Oh, shit! Please!”
He was in the zone.
When he watched Ian arch his back, desperate to have some contact to his dick, he landed his hand roughly on his cheek.
Ian moaned.
“Oh, God. Yes!” he shouted.
Gryphen rode his ass hard, and when he came again, he poured into Ian’s ass a second time, but he wanted more.
He wanted all.
Gryphen was wild with need and wanted this man to ooze his cum all night, and into the day. He wanted his marks on him, his scent, and whisker burn on his flesh.
He wanted the world to know who he belonged to.
HIM.
The more he fucked Ian, the more he could keep going. He never wanted to stop.
As he took him, the wetness coating his dick made him wild.
He could see his cum as he pulled out and slammed home.
“Gryphen!” Ian shouted, as his body bucked. “Make me cum! Please! Make me cum!” he begged.
Only, Gryphen wanted more. He wanted this man to never forget who loved him.
“Tell me you love it,” he said, his hips moving faster, and that need building. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his mouth by Ian’s ear. “Tell me who you belong to, Ian.”
“God! You! I belong to you, Gryphen!”
“What do you want?” he asked, as his balls tightened. “Come on, Baby, don’t be shy. I’m in your ass. What do you want?”
He moaned.
“I want your cock.”
And Gryphen slammed home, cumming again in his ass, and this time, he went wild.
He pulled the belt free, and switched places with him. Now, Gryphen was on the bottom, and Ian was riding him. He loved watching the man’s body above him.
As he stayed buried in him, he knew they were going to make a cummy mess, but fuck it.
Gryphen could feel his own wetness on his balls and thighs. He was leaking out of Ian, and he liked it.
He liked it a lot.
If you didn’t get dirty during sex, what was the point? This was what it was all about.
Holding him still, he played with his nipples, and slowly stroked Ian’s rock-hard dick.
“Now that you got my cock, Ian, what are you going to do with it?” he asked, biting one of his nipples.
He moaned.
It was hard to think. He had so much cum in him, and Gryphen’s mouth was making him insane. Plus, he wanted to cum so bad.
He slapped Ian on the ass, and the man shook.
“Do you want to cum, Baby?” Gryphen asked.
Ian nodded, unable to speak. Gryphen had a death grip on his dick, and his erection was hardening again in his ass. He was filling him again.
“Please,” he whispered, finally.
“Then show me how you fucking ride a Marine,” he demanded, setting his dick and hips free.
Oh, and Ian rode.
He grabbed onto the headboard, and he undulated his body like a snake, making sure Gryphen’s dick felt every single inch of sliding in and out of his ass.
“Mmmmmm,” Gryphen whispered. “Someone’s going to have to work hard. I came a lot. Now, make me cum again,” he said.
As he slapped him on the ass again, Ian reacted by precum dripping from his dick.
With his fingers, Gryphen wiped it away and made Ian taste it.
He moaned.
“Yeah, Baby, this is how I do sex. We get dirty and we cross lines. You told me to be me. Now, bounce and make me cum.”
He kept moving, and the whole time, the sheer size of Gryphen’s dick hit that one spot, making his whole body react. If Gryphen touched his dick, he was cumming.
So the man didn’t.
A sheen of perspiration coated Ian’s body, as Gryphen leaned back, and watched his man work his dick. It was a beautiful sight, and he loved it.
He loved him.
Ian straddled his lap, and Gryphen watched his sexy bedmate take all of his dick.
Over and over again.
“Fuck!” Ian shouted. “I love your cock!”
Gryphen grinned, and teased the head of his dick with his palm and fist.
Ian was trying so hard to get him off, and Gryphen knew it would be like this. That’s why he came in his ass three times. He was enjoying the show.
“The things I want to do with you, Ian,” he admitted, making the man shake. “I want to bend you over, and fuck you so hard.”
Ian whimpered.
“Yes, please,” he begged. “Fuck me! Please, Gryphen!”
He shoved him off of his body, rolled, and put on his prosthetic. Then, he grabbed Ian by the bound wrists, and picked him up. Ian’s legs went around his hips, and he pressed him to the wall.
And fucked him that way first.
Ian gasped, as Gryphen drove back into his body, claiming him.
“Oh, God!” he shouted. “Gryph! Harder!”
Now, it was Gryphen who was sweating. It dripped down his back, as he worked his lover over.
He held him trapped to the wall and did his worst.
This was how Marines fucked.
They liked it rough.
When Ian began cumming, he didn’t let up. He took that wave of cum to his chest, and kept going, forcing him right back into the storm.
If you didn’t go hard, why go at all?
When he pulled out, he carried him to the beautifully carved dresser, and turned him around. Then, he made Ian watch as he took his ass.
His hands were braced, and he stared into Gryphen’s eyes.
The man went hard, and it didn’t take long before Ian was erect again and begging.
That’s when Gryphen pulled him away, pushed him backward onto the bed, and then straddled his hips.
It caught the man off guard.
“What are you…?” Ian began, and then, Gryphen sank down Ian’s dick, shocking him.
He was cumming in him for a change.
“OH! FUCK!”he shouted, as he came so hard, that he poured into Gryphen’s ass.
Above him, Gryphen jerked off, and then when he came, he painted the man’s chest with his cum.
Yeah, dirty.
That was the only way to be.
As he lay on the bed, trapped and tasting the man’s cum that hit him on the lips, Ian knew that this was how he died.
Marine sex.
Ian was sure of it.
When he opened his eyes, Gryphen was staring down at him.
It took Ian a full ten seconds.
“You surprised me.”
Gryphen didn’t know why.
“You didn’t think I’d want your dick in my ass?” Gryphen asked, enjoying the feeling of Ian buried in him. “Because I’m gay, Ian. I like dick too.”
He started laughing.
And laughing.
And laughing.
Gryphen was confused.
“What’s so funny?” Gryphen asked.
Ian explained.
“This is the best day of my life. I don’t know what the hell is going on where I not only got a hot Marine as a boyfriend, but he gives and receives. I gotta go buy a lottery ticket. Do they have the lottery in Scotland?”
Gryphen was amused.
Pulling his leg off, he dropped it on the floor, and dragged himself and Ian into bed.
Then, he pulled the blanket over them so they could cuddle. The whole time, they got each other even messier.
Oh, well.
“I love you,” Gryphen said.
Ian sighed.
He was so at peace here and in Gryphen’s arms. He felt like he could be himself.
Finally.
Because he couldn’t possibly feel anything more for this man than he already did, he shared the words.
“And I love you.”
Only, he knew tomorrow, that love would get bigger. Each day, it did.
In the afterglow, they held onto each other.
“Did I hurt you?” Gryphen asked, knowing he’d really gone hard.
Ian didn’t even hesitate.
“Nope. It was fun, and I love seeing the real you. I knew you were hiding something spectacular.”
Gryphen was honest.
“Not everyone likes being used by a Marine.”
He snorted.
“I love it. Keep using me. Fuck me until I walk funny because this is the best day of my life,” he said, yawning.
Gryphen agreed.
“Close your eyes, Baby,” he said. “It’s still dark out. We can rest a little more.”
That worked for him.
He’d cum so many times that he needed to sleep.
To recharge.
Somehow, he figured the day was going to be just as erotic and wild.
As Ian slowly slipped into sleep, Gryphen kept his naked body against him. His hand was on his abs, and he was cuddled into his bigger chest.
His breathing was slow and steady, and in that moment, Gryphen was at peace.
As he followed his lover into sleep, Gryphen knew that he was the one who should buy a lottery ticket.
Because he’d won the lottery too.
The love lottery.