Gethin grabbed Sorley and pinned him to the bed in a move so fast he didn’t see it coming. His hardening cock pressed into Sorley’s thigh like a branding iron, heat seeping into Sorley’s cool skin like a promise. “What was that you said? Thisdaffodil boyis obviously losing his hearing, what with being so decrepit.” His eyes twinkled with amusement.
“Oh, Mr Wolf, I’m so scared of you. I’m totally at your mercy. Please don’t bite me. I’ll do anything you want.”Fuck, I love the weight of him on top of me.
Gethin snorted. “I could bite you.” He sounded surprised at the idea. “But I won’t, unless you ask me to.” He tilted his head. “Do you have a biting kink? I know almost nothing about you really.”
I could totally develop a biting kink for you.
He shrugged against the power of Gethin’s hands holding him down. “Nah, don’t think so. Want to fuck me again?” It was becoming uncomfortable to be the object of such intense scrutiny.
“If that’s what you want…”
“But?”
Gethin’s throat worked noisily. “I wonder… I wonder if I could suck your cock?”
Sorley was so surprised he went lax. “Um, yeah, sure.” He caught the lift of Gethin’s brows and said quickly, “I’d really like that.”
“Don’t get too excited. I’m not exactly practised at this.” Gethin released his hold and sat up, looking unsure of himself.
Sorley followed him and tugged him back so they were lying across the bed once more. He threw the duvet to the floor and beckoned Gethin close with a curled finger.
“You could kiss me, for starters. If you like.” He was startled at his own request but decided to roll with it. Wasn’t like he had anything better to do right now.
Gethin apparently did like. They tangled tongues lazily, their hands stroking over each other’s planes and dips as they played an unspoken game with lips, teeth and fangs. It was unhurried and peaceful, the moon peeking through the lead-paned windows as they learned where a sly pinch or a nibble would elicit a gasp or a moan, and how Gethin learned Sorley wasn’t convinced about nipple play but whenheplaced a few toothy licks on Gethin’s nipples, the sensation had Gethin panting and writhing.
“Dammit, Sorley, stop that. Or I’ll cut out the sucking and bend you over again.”
Sorley let go with a wetpopand grinned at him. “I mean, I’m keen for anything, but I’d really love to watch you give head. You’ve got such a gorgeous mouth for it.” He gave Gethin a push down the bed. “No pressure, but any time you like.” He propped the pillows under his head and widened his thighs. His cock was waving like a flagpole in a breeze, ruddy-tipped and keen.
Gethin rubbed his face in the crease of Sorley’s groin and inhaled deeply. Sorley bit back a moan and willed his dick not to be too eager. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d had fun with a lover and he was enjoying the novelty. He moaned out loud as Gethin turned his head to lick the tip of his cock.
“Ahh, nice.”
Encouraged, Gethin did it again, swirling his tongue around the crown, the tiniest scrape of his bottom teeth over Sorley’s frenulum sending the vampire arching off the mattress. “Jesus, that’s so good.”
Gethin licked his lips and his gaze met Sorley’s. “I like that done to me, but there’s a fine line between not enough and too much. The teeth were okay?”
“Less talking, more sucking. Yes, please, more.”
Gethin was hesitant but he wasn’t a total novice. And he’d obviously been on the receiving end of a blowjob often enough to know that sloppy was good. He sucked and licked with long, even exhales through his nose that drew Sorley deeper until suddenly the pressure and suction were perfect. It wasn’t going to take him long to…
“Oh Christ, I’m gonna come,” he hissed, startled into speech. “Fuck, Gethin. Can I come in your mouth?”
The heated look as Gethin flicked his gaze upwards almost finished him off. The shifter stuck a thumb up, not breaking his rhythm for a second. Moments later, with their eyes still locked on each other, Sorley’s orgasm ripped through him like a tornado. His back bowed and he gave into the fireworks that exploded across his eyelids as his hips stuttered and his cock pulsed down Gethin’s throat.
When he opened his eyes, Gethin was still watching him, but he’d moved back up the bed and was lying on his side. “All right?” The hesitation of earlier was replaced with a calm confidence emanating from him, but the fine lines that bracketed his brown eyes were the real giveaway. Relaxed and ever so slightly crinkled, his face couldn’t hide his mood. Sorley was glad of it.
“That was bloody fantastic,” he breathed, unable and unwilling to be anything but a hundred per cent truthful. “Any time you want to practise again,” He winked, “just say the word.” He rolled onto his front and stretched languidly. “In the mean time, want to find the lube and fuck me even harder than you did on the beach?”
Some time later, boneless and with his brain quiet for once, Sorley drifted into a nap, content to feel the shifter’s sleepy snuffles against his neck as they recovered from their night of sexual excess.
17
GETHIN
Being wokenby the phone was becoming a habit he didn’t like. Gethin scrubbed at his eyelids as he pressed , aware it was light outside, but from the birdsong, still early.
“Hello?”
