Page 29 of Envious Of Fire
Kyle takes hold of his man by the face, peers into his eyes. “That was really sweet, by the way … what you said about the ocean and my heart and all that.”
“My love for you is boundless.” He grins in Kyle’s face, the kind of grin revealing more playful thoughts. “For now, let’s go home and … pick up where we left off before the party.”
An assault of happy anticipation rushes up Kyle’s neck—all of it belonging to Elias. Sometimes, the Reach can be a bit too helpful, exhausting Kyle. “Babe …”
“You can visit Patrick tomorrow, if it’s still bugging you.” He kisses again. Then again. He is unstoppable. “I was thinking we could … be more …creativetonight. Like what we talked about that one time, when I was … well …”
Kyle lifts an eyebrow, already connecting to the thought. “Really? The personal blood bank thing?”
“Call me a freak, whatever you want … I’m not gonna deny it, all of it turns me on.” He leans in closer and puts the softest kiss on Kyle’s neck, another on his cheek, working his way back to his lips. “Isn’t it obvious … how much I want you to just …ownme?”
It’s difficult to resist Elias when all of his desire surges into Kyle so powerfully, as persuasive as if it’s his own. Even Kyle’s cock responds, pressing against the confines of his pants, like it only obeys and listens to the beating of Elias’s hungry heart.
“I think we …” Kyle struggles to maintain composure. “It’s important that we don’t …” Elias is diving for more kisses in his neck. As Elias’s heart races, so does Kyle’s, feeling entirely out of his control. “We need to try and—”
Kyle spots something in the road ahead, standing beneath the streetlight—a featureless shadow in the shape of a person.
Kyle leans forward, alarmed.
But the figure is gone.
Did he see anything at all? Or was it just a trick of his eyes?
Elias, clueless, still searches for places to put kisses. He haspeeled back the neck of Kyle’s shirt meanwhile, pressing warm lips to his cool chest. Kyle, distractedly enjoying it, lets out his Reach to capture anything nearby, to sense someone there.
It finds nothing.
No one but them.
Elias’s face appears in front of his, eyes narrowed and deep. “I’m driving us back home right now, we’re going in the house, you’re gonna tie me down to that new bed of ours so tightly I don’t even have adreamof escaping, and my body is gonna be your juicy piece of meat to suck and nibble on all night long.”
Whatever Kyle thinks he saw, it becomes just a daydream of a thought as he falls into Elias’s gaze. Kyle barely breathes as their twofold desire swells, seducing him with his own thirst.
Perhaps it’s now that Kyle makes the decision: he won’t let his paranoia and fear rule him any further.
And he cannot bear another moment in this vehicle.
In the blink of an eye, they are home. The noise of them bursting through the door scares Little Lion from her peaceful slumber on the couch, sending the poor cat skittering into the kitchen for cover from a danger she hasn’t yet identified. Elias’s clothes, piece by piece, are peeled off and dropped along a path down the short hallway, through a door, and to their recently-acquired bed, upon which Elias falls back, naked. Four neckties snatched from Elias’s pile of belongings find their mismatched selves securing his wrists and ankles, leaving the young man’s delicious body stretched spread-eagle over the bed.
The muscles in Elias’s abs and chest flex and collapse with his every quick breath, showing his excitement. Already, every inch of his golden brown skin gleams with sweat in the moody lamplight, eyes locked on Kyle, anticipation rippling out of him and filling the room like an electrical storm.
“You like it, huh?” asks Kyle, slowly circling the bed from side to side like a pendulum, with his face playfully pensive. “Ican tell. You’re significantly more excited than usual.”
“I’m all yours.”
“Do you realize how vulnerable you are right now?”
“I trust you.” Elias is out of breath. “I can take it. I can take any of it, any amount of it, all of it, all you got.”
Where will Kyle bite first? How many places will he taste? Will Elias be capable of enduring as many hours of this as he allegedly craves? These questions circle the room as Kyle does.
The next moment, Kyle straddles Elias’s chest.
And he holds a fifth necktie. “What’s that for?” asks Elias.
Kyle grins. “It’s no fun when you know where I’m planning to taste you.” He places the tie, blood red and silky, over Elias’s eyes, knotting it behind his head.
“Oh man,” says Elias, his grin as adorable as ever, bringing out his lone dimple. His heartbeat accelerates. His breathing changes for the more erratic. “Oh man, oh man …”
