Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
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.