Page 33 of Wounded Soul
Focusing solely on the feel of Ian wrapped around him, Jesse blocked out everything else and let go just a little.
Ian cried out as he slammed into him, Jesse’s iron grip keeping him in place as he fucked him as hard as he dared. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, Ian’s short sharp breathing a staccato accompaniment, and Jesse let it all wash over him, let it pull him towards an orgasm too-rapidly approaching.
He wanted to stay in this moment, revel in the way they fit together, bodies entwined so fully Jesse couldn’t see how they’d ever part, but pleasure engulfed him, too strong to hold back this time, and when he felt Ian’s cock pulse against him—warm wetness coating his stomach—he was done.
Jesse came with a muffled cry as he pressed his face into Ian’s shoulder, body shuddering with aftershocks as he held Ian tight. With his scent surrounding him, a contentedness settled over him, and Jesse smiled.
“Wow,” Ian whispered, laughing softly. His breath still came a little fast, and Jesse was forced to make himself pull air into his redundant lungs, reality crashing back in with an abruptness Jesse wasn’t prepared for.
Ian must’ve sensed the sudden change in him, because he pushed gently on Jesse’s shoulder until he propped himself up on his elbows and met his gaze.
“Everything okay?” Ian’s brow furrowed, and Jesse reached up to smooth it out with a thumb.
“Yeah,” Jesse lied, managing a small smile. “I’m just knackered.” Ian grinned up at him and Jesse’s smile widened, coming easier this time.
“Good. For a minute there I thought it was just me who had jelly limbs.” He cupped Jesse’s jaw and drew him into a languid kiss, his tongue seeking out Jesse’s, and for one blissful moment Jesse forgot about everything but the solid feel of Ian underneath him, around him.
But it couldn’t last forever.
“As much as I like having you on top of me, I kind of need to breathe too.” Ian slid his hands down Jesse’s back, settling them on his hips, and gave him a gentle nudge.
Taking the hint, Jesse carefully pulled out and rolled onto his back to take care of the condom.
Ian turned onto his side to face him, eyelids heavy but smile still in place. “I’m gonna be so knackered in the morning.”
Jesse leaned over the side of the bed and fished his phone out of his jeans pocket. 3.55am. He’d have to leave soon. “Up to anything nice tomorrow?” He asked, pushing the thought of going to the back of his mind.
“Might go for a run, get some fresh air. And possibly a nap at some point.” Ian yawned, jaw cracking. He put his hand over his mouth with a muffled, “Sorry,” then cuddled a little more into Jesse’s side.
Jesse automatically wrapped an arm around him, pulling him in closer. He should be making his excuses, but he couldn’t bring himself to let go. The warmth of Ian tucked into his side was like a drug, keeping him rooted to the spot.
Soon enough Ian’s breathing evened out, his body relaxing into Jesse’s, and Jesse closed his eyes, imagining what it would be like if he didn’t have to rush off before the sun made an appearance.
He gave himself ten more minutes to enjoy holding Ian like that. Wringing as much from their time together as he possibly could. On the one hand it seemed ludicrous that he felt this way after just two nights together, but there was no denying the connection they had, the potential for more, and it was that part that hurt the most. Jesse could easily see how good they could be together if things were different.
If he was different.
One last kiss to Ian’s forehead, then Jesse eased himself out from under him and tucked the quilt around Ian’s shoulders.
He dressed in silence, not taking his eyes off the bed, but Ian didn’t stir once. Jesse lingered in the doorway, part of him willing Ian to wake up and stop him, but deep down he knew this was for the best.
Jesse had never hated being a vampire more than he did at that moment.
If you weren’t, you’d have died years ago and would never have met him.
Affording himself one last look, he turned and walked out of Ian’s flat and his life.
“FUCK.” SUN SHONE through Ian’s bedroom window, curtains wide open where he’d forgot to close them the night before, and he slapped a hand over his eyes. He knew without looking that the space next to him was empty, but it still hurt when he turned over and saw the evidence for himself.
Not even a goodbye?
If it had been the first time they’d fucked, Ian would’ve shrugged and not thought more beyond it was a bit of an arseholish thing to do. But this was the second time they’d been together. Jesse had sought him out and had spent all night with him. Not that Ian was stupid enough to think that meant this was long-term or anything, but he’d at least thought they were a little more than a one-off now. That he warranted waking for a sleepy goodbye. Or a note.
But there was nothing.
Even lifting the pillows and searching under the quilt didn’t reveal anything.
Jesse was just gone.
