Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 981(@200wpm)___ 785(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 981(@200wpm)___ 785(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Kyle feels Elias’s strong bicep flex under his teeth, which only helps in directing the blood more easily, as biting into muscle isn’t the most efficient way of getting blood. But the bite is far more important than the blood, and Kyle enjoys a subtler taste, putting himself in a frenzy of yearning as he sucks harder, Elias fighting against his restraints, pretending to resist as he bears the pain.
“Babe …”
Kyle releases Elias’s arm, this time less easily than before, a flicker of annoyance passing over him at being interrupted.
Until he sees the mark on Elias’s arm, worse than the last.
“Am I … Am I biting too hard?” breathes Kyle.
A cocky grin spills across Elias’s face. His smile is somehow sexier with the blindfold, as if it brings full focus to the strong shape of his lips when they curl at the corners. “Think a little rough play is gonna scare me? I told you I can take it, right?”
“I know, but—”
“Hey, hey.” Elias lifts his head slightly. “I’ll tell you when it’s too much, alright? Besides, you can feel me every moment, too, using your Reach-thingy.”
Hearing that self-given name for Kyle’s gift is strange. He should never have said it the other day after they returned from Las Vegas. Elias knows just about everything now, the only soul in the world to whom Kyle has confided all of his truths—other than Tristan, who is forever no longer in the picture.
“Yes,” says Kyle. “You’re being amazing. Communicative. I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“Well, if you wanna look at it another way, you’re hurting me with my consent.” Elias’s lips curl up deviously again. “Just think of it like guys who like spanking. Whipping. CBT.”
Kyle blinks. “CB-what?”
That causes Elias to let out a boom of laughter. “I swear, Kyle, the clueless jock comes out of you in the funniest times, and I just can’t help but find it so damned adorable.”
“Pretty sure you made that up,” mutters Kyle with a frown.
“Hey, how about you tease my rock hard cock some more, give my balls a bit of a torturing squeeze … show me just how helpless I am.” He smirks, lolls his head to the side, chuckles. “You will figure out quick what those letters mean.”
Kyle moves over Elias. “You mean this big ol’ thing?” he asks, taking hold of Elias’s cock. Elias sucks in air. “And these?” His other hand clutches Elias’s balls, squeezes. When he hears Elias grunt—and feels his heart leaping with a desperate hope for more—Kyle obliges, squeezing even harder. “Is this what you want so badly? You enjoy suffering?”
“Yeah, babe, I do, I really fucking do.”
Kyle finds it easy to fall into the role of a dominant lover, when his every action is coached silently by Elias’s emotions, and he knows how badly Elias craves it. It isn’t Kyle’s usual way of expressing love, but with knowing how much Elias wants it and feeling his every wave of overwhelming pleasure when Kyle gives it, it isn’t difficult to enjoy.
Kyle brings his lips to Elias’s, one hand still gripping Elias below with unforgiving pressure. “I just realized how much I like making you moan. I think it’s my new favorite sound.”
“Then you’d better keep giving me reasons to make it.”
Kyle squeezes harder, thrilled by the way Elias provokes him, taking on the challenge. He finds himself drawn back in, as his lips drag down Elias’s chest and become affixed to one of his nipples—a known sensitive spot on his body. Kyle runs his tongue over it, causing the tip to harden. It feels like he’s licking his own nipple, the way Elias’s pleasure spills back into Kyle. He lingers there, mesmerized by the reverberating bursts of pleasure each time he licks, putting the pair of them in a trance of anticipation, with the constant threat of his strong grip on Elias’s balls, ready to stun him with the pressure of another firm, punishing squeeze.
Kyle bites. Elias responds with a whimper, body bucking.
The taste of Elias is always surprising, always not enough, tempting Kyle to abandon all control and drink his fill. What is his fill, exactly? How much is enough? Will he ever know?
Then comes the sound again.
Kyle lifts his head from Elias’s nipple, this time glancing at the bedroom window, covered by an off-white curtain.
A shadow quickly passes, unmistakable.
Kyle flies from the bed at once, sweeps the curtain out of the way, the blood of Elias’s nipple still fresh on his lips. He is quicker this time to cast his Reach out like a net, determined to find someone. But after ten frustrating seconds at the window, he is pained to sense nothing but the neighbor in the house next door, nothing but Elias on the bed behind him. Prickles of dark suspicion race up the back of his neck that have nothing to do with his Reach. Just like the alley behind the bar when he was with Leland. He knows he saw something.