“Fuck.” Ian swallowed, gaze dipping to Jesse’s dick, hard and jutting up as he continued the slow thrusts into his fist.
“That’s not possible tonight.” Jesse smirked. “Maybe another time.”
Ian should tell him this was a one-time-only thing, that there wouldn’t be a next time, but then Jesse tipped his head back, eyes closed, and started to jack himself off with purpose.
All Ian could do was watch.
And get hard.
His hand went to his cock without conscious thought, and Ian found himself matching Jesse’s rhythm as he stared, transfixed.
The rest of the room faded away, Ian’s sole focus on the glide of Jesse’s hand up and down his cock. He licked his lips, wishing he’d got to taste it, but Jesse’s back arched, hand tightening around his cock, and he let out a low moan before shooting over his hand and Ian’s thigh.
Heat licked up his spine, but Ian needed a little more to push him over the edge. He let out a groan of frustration, then Jesse was on him, kissing him hard and slipping a hand around Ian’s to urge him on.
With sticky-wet fingers, Jesse moved his hand lower, tracing fingertips over Ian’s taint towards his hole. His touch was light, but the realisation that he was using his own come to press inside Ian tipped Ian over the edge, and he cried out, clenching around Jesse’s fingers.
Jesus Christ.
With an exhausted sigh, Ian let his arms drop to the bed, lazy smile in place as he basked in the afterglow.
His second of the night.
He felt spoiled, not that he was complaining. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in... fuck, he couldn’t remember.
Ian found himself smiling, his whole body settling into the mattress like it weighed a ton.
Maybe he needed to rethink his original plan of this being a one-time thing.
The bed dipped, and Ian turned onto his side in time to see Jesse stand and start to look for his clothes.
Or maybe he wasn’t going to get a choice in the matter.
CHAPTER TWO
Jesse kept his head down, eyes focused on finding his clothes. He daren’t look at Ian, splayed out on the bed—boneless and sated—or he’d never find the self-control to leave.
And he had to.
The collection he had to make wasn’t something he could afford to miss.
He allowed himself one last deep inhale, the smell of sex and sweat heavy in the air, but neither overpowering the scent ofhumanas blood rushed to the surface in Ian’s body, pounding through his veins and calling to Jesse like a siren.
Fortunately for Ian, Jesse had long ago learnt to resist its pull.
Closing his eyes, he took a moment to get himself under control. His fangs ached, the urge to feed not strong enough to make him careless, but sufficient to tell him it was time to go. Tugging his boxers on, followed by his jeans, he finally chanced a glance at Ian to find him watching. “I have to go.”
He saw the moment Ian realised that this was it, parts of him closing off.
The smile Ian offered seemed forced, or at least not as warm as moments before. “Yeah, of course.” He shrugged a shoulder, then pushed himself up onto his elbows. “Thanks for a great time.”
“My pleasure.” Jesse smiled, couldn’t help himself, and despite knowing better, the words tumbled out anyway. “Maybe we could do it again?” He shouldn’t. It wasn’t forbidden, but fucking a human wasn’t without risk. His lack of a heartbeat would be a bit of a concern should anyone notice. Thankfully alcohol and sex tended to make people less observant. But he couldn’t rely on it.
Before he could take it back, Ian’s smile grew into something much more genuine, and Jesse was done for. He wanted to fuck him so badly, his whole body ached with it. Any other night he would’ve done. Would’ve spent hours teasing him, bringing him to the edge, only to back off until Ian was a writhing mass of want and need.
Just not tonight.
“I’d like that.” Ian sat up, elbows resting on his knees as he watched Jesse get dressed. “Let me get your number.” Reaching over to the bedside table, he picked up his phone and looked up at Jesse expectantly.
