Chapter 7
Gideon
Talking to Sky had left him feeling better about the ghost situation.
At least, that was after he stopped freaking out about that hand that rose out of the fucking table and stole Maddox’s beer. What the hell kind of minion was that?
Nope. He didn’t want to know. The world was weird and scary enough without thinking about witches going around with minions that could reach through tables.
It sounded as if his ghost problem was going to be settled soon.
Which meant he needed to get his Ryder problem on solid ground.
All in all, Ryder had the boyfriend thing down pat. The man was sweet, attentive, and protective. But he’d been all of those things before their first kiss.
And other than some stolen kisses here and there, Ryder could be mistaken for treating him like a little brother. Gideon wanted to be desired.
Okay.
Fuck it.
Honesty time: He was horny, and he wanted Ryder to fuck him through the mattress. He wanted to be stretched, filled, marked, and fucked so thoroughly that he couldn’t walk the next night. He wanted to call in to work because his ass needed more recovery time.
How was he supposed to explain that to the formerly straight guy he was dating?
Sure, I love the sweet, slow stuff, but I need to be plowed.
Seduce him.
He needed to seduce Ryder.
But how the fuck did he do that? The man watched him dance nearly naked in a cage five nights a week. And that was some sexy shit.
For half a second, he considered Ethan’s broken shower suggestion but shoved it aside. He didn’t want to break anything in Ryder’s place. Was Netflix and chill still a thing? Or maybe he could introduce Ryder to that one BL show he watched with Ethan? Parts of that were like watching porn.
He frowned at the phone in his hand. Should he text Ethan for suggestions?
No, that was a bad idea. He’d probably tell him to crawl into Ryder’s lap wearing nothing but a sparkly butt plug and a smile.
When he packed a few things to have at Ryder’s, he hadn’t grabbed any of his toys.
That was not the kind of thing he wanted to go back for, then try to explain to Ryder.
His face was heating thinking about that conversation.
“Gideon?”
His head snapped up to find Ryder standing in the open doorway to the bedroom, his brow furrowed in concern. It was only at that moment he realized he’d gone in there for a pair of socks like thirty minutes ago and gotten utterly lost in thought…about sex and Ryder. Wonderful. Freaking wonderful.
“Everything okay?” Ryder prodded.
“Yep. Everything’s fine. Just…um…catching up on a couple of texts,” he replied, waving his phone at Ryder. Well, they were mental texts that he would not send because Ethan’s suggestions would get him into more trouble than he wanted.
“You’re not worried about the ghost? Or that witch?”
“Nah! Sky sounds like he can totally handle the ghost, and Fox promised to be here for the consult. It’ll all be fine.”
Ryder crossed the room and lifted a hand, pushing some strands of hair from where they’d fallen across his forehead.
“Are you sure? You have these worry lines right here.” Ryder rubbed his finger between his eyebrows as if he were trying to smooth them away.
All Gideon could think about was putting that finger in his mouth and sucking on it until Ryder got hard and moaned his name.
Gideon shuddered and took a step away. He needed to get in control. He was a vampire. They had centuries ahead of them. He could be patient. Give Ryder the space and time he needed to be comfortable with their new relationship.
“Gideon? What’s wrong? If I’ve upset you—”
“No! I—” He stopped himself, trapping the words in his throat…
for all of a heartbeat. “Haven’t you ever been really fucking horny?
Like so horny you can’t think straight and all you want to do is get fucked so hard your bones turn to dust and you come so hard that your soul leaves your body and you’re pretty sure you died and you’re perfectly fine with it because the dick in your ass feels so good?
But I’m trying to be good and hold it in.
This is new for you and I don’t want to scare you, but my evil brain keeps wondering if you’ll let me suck your dick for a couple of seconds because I’m pretty sure if you let me taste you, it’ll be enough to make me come. ”
His phone clattered to the floor from dead fingers just before he slapped both of his hands over his mouth.
Holy fuck! Did all of that come out of my mouth? I didn’t keep that in my brain, did I? Oh, God! I. Actually. Said. All. Of. That.
When he could drag his eyes up to look at Ryder, embarrassment burning through all of his flesh, it was to find Ryder pulling his shirt off over his head.
“What?” Gideon croaked. Yep, he’d died somehow, or maybe this was an amazing sex dream, and he didn’t ever want to wake up. This couldn’t be reality.
“You said you needed sex,” Ryder answered, his hands attacking the button and zipper on his jeans.
Gideon backpedaled—knees weak—waving both of his hands at Ryder. “Wait! You don’t have to do this because I’m horny!”
“What makes you think you’re the only one who’s horny?” Ryder’s voice was the same steady calm it always was, but when he shoved his pants to his thighs, he revealed the most beautiful, rock-hard cock Gideon had ever seen.
This time, his knees did give out. He immediately crawled over to Ryder on his hands and knees and gripped those thick thighs through the rough denim.
Just as he was about to suck that magnificent thing down his throat, Ryder cupped his cheek, stopping him.
His thumb gently caught his top lip and pushed up.
“Fangs?”
Gideon dutifully opened his mouth wider, revealing that his fangs were properly tucked away, offering no threat to Ryder’s perfect dick.
“Good boy,” Ryder murmured, relaxing his hold on Gideon. A shudder ran through him while a spike of pure pleasure shot straight to his throbbing dick. He was a good boy, and good boys got the best rewards.
Turning his full attention to his prize, he licked his way up the shaft and swirled his tongue around that hard, spongy head before swallowing him to the back of his throat.
He and Gideon groaned in unison. Ryder felt so wonderful on his tongue.
The silky skin sliding along and that thick girth stretching his jaw until he thought it was going to pop from its socket.
Ryder’s fingers tangled in his hair, alternating between caressing his scalp and painfully twisting, while Gideon sucked his dick.
He couldn’t get enough. Ryder’s pubic hair tickled the tip of his nose and he caught whiffs of soap and musk.
Gideon whimpered and moaned on his mouthful, wanting more.
Part of him wanted Ryder to come down his throat, while the other part needed to be bent over and filled.
“More,” Ryder snarled above his head.
There wasn’t time to figure out what Ryder meant by that growl. Raw need had reduced Gideon to a mindless creature chasing pleasure. Whatever Ryder wanted, he could have.
His boyfriend tightened his hold on Gideon’s hair and held him firmly in place as he withdrew that perfect cock from his mouth. Gideon jerked forward, trying to chase after it, but Ryder didn’t let him budge an inch.
Instead, Ryder hauled Gideon to his feet, where his mouth was dominated by a sloppy kiss that tried to taste his soul.
Gideon wrapped his arms around Ryder’s neck, throwing himself into the hungry kiss.
Ryder released him only to shove away Gideon’s sweat pants and briefs, freeing his leaking dick at last.
While one hand roughly stroked his dick, the other kneaded an ass cheek like Ryder was planning to make bread with it.
Oh God, this was so good. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been touched like this.
His entire body was turning to molten pleasure and still, he was chasing more with each hungry kiss.
Ryder ripped his mouth free and nibbled his way along Gideon’s throat. “I need to fuck you,” he snarled, and Gideon nodded. He was beyond words. His body was on fire and his brain had completely shut down.
Somehow, they made it to the bed without falling over.
Ryder ripped off the last of Gideon’s clothes before shoving him onto the mattress with a bounce.
He pushed off his pants and threw them aside.
Gideon lifted on his elbows, legs splayed, hiding nothing from Ryder, while his own eyes ate up every inch of the man currently digging through his nightstand.
Ryder was glorious, with thick, powerful thighs, a flat stomach, and a slightly furry chest that he wanted to run his fingers through.
But right now, all his attention was drawn to the thick cock rising from a nest of black curls. His ass clenched at the sight, the emptiness aching to be filled.
Ryder tossed something onto the bed and it took Gideon’s poor, blood-starved brain an extra second to register what it was. A bottle of lube.
“Show me how you prep yourself so I can do it next time,” Ryder growled as he climbed onto the bed.
The big sexy man flopped down in a half-reclining position supported by the pillows, his hand seeming to go automatically to his erection that he stroked slowly. He looked like some decadent prince waiting to be pleasured, and Gideon was so happy to be the one to fulfill that fantasy.
He grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezed some onto Ryder’s cock, and added some to his fingers.
He turned to face the foot of the bed on his knees, giving Ryder a perfect view of his ass.
He started slow, just letting one finger tease the rim.
When he pushed it inside, he moaned loudly.
Gideon closed his eyes and imagined it was Ryder’s finger while listening to the slick slide of Ryder’s hand working over his own dick.