“What’s wrong, Kitten?” Sila noticed his expression. “Not liking being exposed?”
“That’s not it.”
“What is it then?” He tapped on one of Bay’s wrists. “Put your hands on my shoulders.”
Bay obeyed. From this position, he could see the top of Sila’s head, the light from the window over the sink behind him casting a golden halo there. There were no angels in Vital folklore or religion, but if there were, there was little doubt in Bay’s mind that Sila would be a fallen one.
“What are you planning on doing—” Bay let out a strangled sound when suddenly Sila’s fingers were spreading his ass cheeks and poking at his entrance. They were warm and wet, and it took a him a second longer than it should have to process that Sila had covered them in sun cream.
He wiggled one finger all the way in and then pushed it in deep, feeling around Bay’s inner walls. “I’m taking care of you,” he said, voice low and sultry. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
Was that how he’d interpreted it? Bay had been referring to his grandmother, not asking for Sila—His head dropped forward on a silent moan when another finger was inserted alongside the first.
“If you’re good for me,” Sila promised, “I might even take care of this for you too.” His other hand poked at the head of Bay’s now swollen dick.
He cried out and rocked forward, shamelessly bumping his crown against Sila’s chest.
In retaliation, Sila slapped at his member, hard, jostling his dick and wringing out another cry from Bay, this one tinged with pain.
“Don’t smear your come on my shirt,” Sila cautioned, the threat of another painful whack to Bay’s dick needing no elaboration.
Those fingers slipped in deep and pressed against his prostate and, despite the warning—or, hell, probably because of it, who was he kidding—Bay thrust forward, rubbing himself more firmly against Sila’s front. The soft material of Sila’s shirt coupled with the hard plains of his abs beneath had Bay moaning in pleasure.
Pleasure that didn’t last.
In the next instant, Sila had Bay flipped and planted over the kitchen table in a move that mirrored their earlier situation when he’d first arrived. Only this time he’d grabbed onto Bay’s dick in the process, and now he pulled on it, tugging it back between Bay’s legs. It wasn’t hard enough to risk injury, but he felt it and the wave of pleasure/pain had Bay gritting his teeth.
“I came all this way to heal you, Kitten,” Sila told him. “Not hurt you.”
Bay emitted a sound of protest, unable to hold it in. He was spiraling, the rush of sensation taking over, driving him to want more and set all embarrassment aside. How long had it been since he’d last felt anything, least of all something as potent as this? As the things Sila could drag out of him, kicking and screaming and writhing in pure agonizing bliss?
“Please.” Bay lifted his ass and brushed against Sila, not even sure what he was trying to tempt the younger man into doing. Spank him? Continue finger fucking him? Either? Both? He moaned, the sound drawn out and pleading.
“I could give you want you want,” Sila said, “give you what you need. No one can play you like I can, Bay. No one knows the right formula to get you keening for them. I could have you screaming my name, begging to give me more of your blood and come…” His fingers danced down Bay’s spine and he arched into the touch.
And then it was gone.
“But I won’t.” Sila stepped away from him, leaving Bay bent over the table and half naked, his dick dripping between his thighs. “You haven’t earned it today, baby.”
“Sila.”
“The next time you think it’s a good idea to be alone in your house with another man,” Sila told him, “Remember this feeling. I can give you so much pleasure and so much pain.” His lips kissed lightly at Bay’s right shoulder, there and gone so fast he wondered if he’d imagined it. “Or I can give you nothing at all.”
The sound of the front door slamming shut snapped Bay out of his stunned stupor and he straightened, head whipping in that direction.
Sure enough, he was alone.
And so turned on he thought his dick might fall off.
Chapter 15:
Bay adjusted the collar of his dress shirt for the millionth time that afternoon and scowled. The knot of the silver tie he’d chosen helped hide the small bump caused by the metal ring of the necklace he was still wearing, but knowing what was under there had kept him fidgeting all day.
A few students had definitely taken notice.
He’d escaped to his office where he’d spent the better part of an hour mindlessly grading papers, but it’d all gotten to be too much twenty or so minutes ago and he’d caved and called the number Sila had been using to anonymously contact him these past few weeks. It’d gone straight to voicemail and Bay had felt like an idiot.
Today, Sila had been the one who played hooky, not arriving for class so that Bay had spent the entire period wondering where he could be and what he could be doing. He’d thought for sure he’d come see him after, maybe at his office even, but time was ticking and there were no signs of that happening.
