Master of Obsidian

Chapter 1-3

Gideon used his hold to pull Jess back to his feet. “I didn’t think it was possible,” he said. “But you look even more delicious.”

He leaned in and licked a path along Jesse’s cheek. Before Jess made a sound, Gideon sealed their mouths together, his come-coated tongue thrusting inside.

Jesse sucked Gideon’s tongue into his mouth like he sucked Gideon’s c**k, eagerly capturing every drop that had been denied him. He was overheated, flushed, and he knew it had nothing to do with the summer night’s humidity. Jesse’s hand snuck up to hold the back of Gideon’s head, his fingers curling into Gideon’s skin.

The hard kiss slowed, deepened, shifted into something languorous that made the earth feel like it was pitching beneath his feet. His lungs were burning by the time Gideon pulled away, but he didn’t let go of his hold. He wouldn’t until Gideon made him.

Dark eyes flickered over Jesse’s face. “I’m going to let you go now. But you’re not going to run, not that I think you would anyway. You’re going to step back, and you’re going to strip, and you’re not going to even think about wiping off my come, because if you do, I’m going to walk away and I will never touch you again. Do you understand, Jess?”

“Yes, I understand.”

Gideon’s hand fell away, and Jesse took a step back, pushing his pants down without a second thought. A part of him knew they were in the middle of an alley and anybody or anything might stumble upon them, and that part was mortified. But the rest of him didn’t even acknowledge that fact. His pants went to his ankles, and he unbuttoned his shirt slowly with trembling fingers. Once the buttons were free, he tossed it to the ground.

Gideon didn’t move until the last of Jesse’s clothing was gone and he stood there, shivering, exposed, waiting for the next command. He watched Gideon drop his hand to his c**k, and his mouth watered when he saw it was still hard, a fresh drop of fluid already collecting at the tip. By the time he was able to tear his hungry gaze away from it, Gideon’s human visage was gone.

The vampire, fanged and dangerous, grinned back at him.

“I think I’d like another kiss.”

He prowled forward, and Jess retreated on instinct, only to be jerked to a halt by Gideon’s powerful hand on his shoulder. Gideon closed the distance between them, and when the hand that had been stroking his c**k suddenly engulfed Jesse’s as well, he thought he would come on the spot. Only biting the inside of his cheek stopped that from happening.

Jesse never wanted to admit that he found the fangs, the flashing yellow eyes, the ridged brow arousing, but he did. And the toothy grin told him Gideon knew it, too. Gideon continued stroking his erection slowly, their c***s sliding against each other. As Gideon claimed his mouth again, his fangs cut into Jesse’s tender lips, spilling drops of blood onto Gideon’s tongue. Despite the surprising sting, Jesse didn’t pull away. The pain was another double-edged sword. It served both to distract him and to amplify the desperate need that left him teetering right on the edge.

The kiss was short-lived, though Gideon seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time afterward simply tracing the curve of Jesse’s lips with his tongue. “So,” he said, “how many times a day do you jerk off thinking of me, Jess? Inquiring minds want to know.”

“It…it depends,” Jesse answered haltingly. “Two, maybe, three.”

“Depends? On what?”

“On you,” he admitted, unable to meet Gideon’s eyes. “On what you do. On whether or not you touch me.”

Gideon pressed Jesse back until he felt the harsh scrape of the wall against his skin. With his body keeping Jess in place now, he released his grip and wiped away more of the come. “And what gets you especially hot under the research book?” He released their c***s, reaching around to cup Jesse’s ass, strong fingers pulling the cheeks apart as his come-sticky fingers slid around the other side to skim down the crack.

Jesse tensed at the first brush of contact, but the flash of warning on Gideon’s face forced him to relax. He didn’t know how to answer the question. Didn’t Gideon understand there wasn’t any one thing that prompted a physical reaction?

“The casual contact,” Jesse said breathlessly. “When you don’t realize you’re touching me, or when you do realize it, but you don’t care. Or…or when you come back to your apartment, and you strip on your way to the shower, and I want to…” Jesse’s voice failed as Gideon pushed one finger into his ass.

“You want to what?”

When an answer wasn’t forthcoming—because really, why the hell did Gideon think he could speak when he was about to burst from getting f****d with a finger?—Gideon growled and shoved him into the wall. Jesse’s head snapped back, eyes wide as he met Gideon’s, and he groaned as Gideon crooked his finger and went in deliberate search of his prostate.

“I asked you a question,” Gideon said. “And if you don’t answer it, I’m going to spread you as wide as you go and f**k you now. No more stretching, no more lube.” His golden eyes glittered. “Unless that’s what you really do want, in which case I’m more than happy to oblige.”

Jesse knew that if Gideon followed through with his threat—promise—he probably wouldn’t be able to walk the next day, or even the day after. Or sit for any length of time. But it seemed like every inch of him, inside and out, was shouting for Gideon, desperate for more. He had been hoping for this for so long, fantasizing about it. He thought if he had to wait another second, he’d shatter.

“Gideon…fuck me…please…”

For a moment, disbelief shone in Gideon’s eyes. It quickly disappeared, though, to be replaced by an awed lust that had him moving, withdrawing his hand from Jesse’s ass and grasping each cheek to lift him off the ground. Gideon hefted him high enough for Jess to wrap his legs around Gideon’s hips, and then—somehow—pulled his flesh even farther apart until he felt more exposed than he’d ever been before.

“You’re going to make a great little cockslut,” Gideon murmured. He angled his hips to press the blunt tip of his c**k against Jesse’s hole. “Now…what was that you wanted?”

“f**k me,” Jesse panted. “Gideon…I need you…”

Gideon pushed forward until he breached the tight outer ring. Then he stopped and tilted his head. “You know what? I don’t think I heard the magic word.”

The sudden pressure was nearly his undoing. He knew once he started talking, he wasn’t going to be able to stop. The words would fall out of his mouth with each breath. “Please, Gideon, please, please…”

“Yeah,” Gideon muttered. “You’re going to be a f*****g fantastic little slut for me.” His mouth skimmed over Jesse’s, his fangs nicking the lower lip. “Now buckle up. We’re about to go for a ride.”

Jesse half-expected Gideon to slam inside of him in one, long stroke. It would be excruciating, and it would likely leave him useless for days, but considering Gideon’s mood, it made the most sense.

He didn’t expect the slow, almost deliberate thrust. He didn’t expect to feel every single centimeter of Gideon’s thick c**k as it forced its way into his passage. And he definitely didn’t expect to start trembling long before Gideon was fully sheathed.

“I can just imagine it,” Gideon was saying. They were whispers, actually, and when Gideon had moved his mouth to his ear, Jess had no idea. “The office is going to be a hell of a lot more interesting from this point out, that’s for sure.”

Jesse hoped Gideon didn’t expect an answer, because he had none, not even a moan. He nodded frantically, agreeing with every word that Gideon said. He clenched tightly around Gideon’s c**k, but Gideon barely allowed him time to adjust before rocking out and then pushing forward again. And each time Gideon thrust forward, Jesse saw stars erupt before his eyes.

The descriptions of what Gideon was going to do to him, on his desk, under his desk, against the wall, soon disintegrated into murmurings of so tight and could f**k you all night and wanted this for so long, all accompanied by ever-more-forceful pounds into his ass. It was the last that made Jesse squeeze his eyes shut, and when Gideon licked a path down his neck to suck hard at his pulse point, Jesse didn’t resist tilting his head to the side.

A growl rumbled through Gideon’s chest. The moment Jesse felt the fangs sink through his skin, Gideon wrapped a hand around his c**k and pumped once down its length with an iron grip.

Gideon’s c**k, Gideon’s teeth, Gideon’s firm grasp around his shaft, were all too much. As Gideon dragged the first mouthful of blood from his neck, Jesse erupted in his hand, coming in several long spurts that coated his stomach and chest. He didn’t know what to expect from Gideon, but it wasn’t the deepening of his fangs, or a longer pull of blood. His ass clenched convulsively around Gideon and he grew increasingly light-headed. And Gideon kept drinking. A brief flare of panic was replaced by a distant sense of euphoria as he clung tighter to Gideon’s strong shoulders.

Vaguely, he became aware of the stiffening of Gideon’s body, the violent slams into his ass as Gideon shot again and again. He didn’t have the strength to fight against him, and even less desire, but as he felt the world begin to darken around the edges, the hard pull through his veins disappeared, and Gideon’s mouth was on his, his bloody tongue forcing its way past Jesse’s lips to twist and tangle with his.

The coppery taste of his own blood shocked Jesse’s system, and his head jerked back, but Gideon wouldn’t let him pull away. He forced Jess to taste every inch of his hot tongue as he explored every part of Jesse’s mouth. Gideon’s body felt almost feverish now, full of stolen warmth, and the world darkened around the edges again as Gideon refused to let him pause for a breath. His lungs felt like they were going to explode before Gideon yanked his head away, and Jesse gasped for breath that barely made a difference.

“Do you know how tempted I am?” Gideon murmured. “I could kill you right now and you wouldn’t be able to do a single thing to stop me. Or I could turn you, and again, I really don’t think you’d stop me.”

His features shifted, and the familiar brown eyes gazed at Jess, burning more brightly somehow than his golden eyes had. “But I’m not going to.” He shifted his weight so that his c**k, still buried balls deep in Jesse’s ass, brushed against Jesse’s prostate. “And do you know why?” He began licking away the last remnants of his drying come from Jesse’s face, each swipe almost a caress as it soothed and cleaned his skin. “Because you are way too delicious this way, Jess. All warm and hungry and so f*****g greedy for it.”

As Gideon spoke, Jesse knew he meant it, and once again, he felt that curious combination of fear and arousal. He rested against Gideon’s body, his eyes closed, enjoying every inch, every moment of contact.

“I am,” he murmured. “Greedy for it. Want you all the time.” Even the simple words were too much of a burden on his over-taxed system, and now concern pierced the dense fog that had shrouded his mind. How was he going to dress himself? How was he going to get himself home? Did he have a death wish, letting Gideon bite him like that? Was there something wrong with him? Because he knew for a fact he’d let Gideon do it again.

“Let’s get you home.” The soft command was at odds with Gideon’s earlier force, and he set Jesse down, leaning him against the wall as he gathered up his clothes. The hands that dressed him were gentle and strong, and when he was done, Gideon pulled Jess back into his arms. “All the time might as well start now.”