Eternal Souls - Wanton Renegade Part 13

Tyler watched Bryce from out of the corner of his eye. He hadn't said a word for hours. Eventually Tyler had pa.s.sed out on the bed. When he opened his eyes, he was still sitting in the very same place, staring off into s.p.a.ce.

Tyler sat up on the bed and yawned. "What time is it?"

"Late," he said.

"I'm starved."

"There's food in the fridge. Your grandfather sent over enough food for an army, pardon the pun." "I guess he figures we're going to be here for awhile."

"Umm."

Tyler got out of bed and went to rummage in the fridge. "There's some good stuff in here. Do you want something?"

"No," he shook his head. "Maybe later."

"So, are you going to stay with me here around the clock?" Tyler asked him, sinking his teeth into a succulent roast chicken sandwich.

He sighed and looked over at him. "No. Sometimes you'll be on your own."

"Aren't you afraid I'll escape?" Tyler prompted, taking another bite of his sandwich.

"Where are you going to go? This place is escape proof."

"Then handcuffing me the last time was completely unnecessary."

"I did that for my own protection, so I could sleep in peace." His mouth twisted.

Tyler laughed, taking a bottle of cold water out of the fridge. He came to sit on the bed now across from him. "A big strong soldier like you...afraid of me?" He stuck a finger in his chest for emphasis.

He didn't answer.

"Were you afraid of me, or afraid of yourself?" Tyler scoffed.

Bryce looked over at him. "Meaning?"

"Meaning that you were afraid I'd seduce you," Tyler said softly. The words floated on the air for a moment and then disappeared.

There was no answer.

"You feel this connection we have. I know you do."

Bryce watched Tyler drink down some of the water. It was true. He did feel it. Sometimes, it was strong, this force without any name, like earlier tonight in that club. Sometimes, it wasn't so powerful, but it was always there.

"Tonight, if you hadn't of found those drugs, how far did you intend to take it?" Tyler studied him.

"Well," he stood up abruptly, "we'll never know, will we? And now that you brought it up, did you recognize the voice of the man in that room?"

Tyler put his empty bottle on the floor beside him and finished the last bit of his sandwich. He shook his head solemnly. "I told you, I have no idea who that was. He was scary, that's all I know."

"It's odd because the girl at the reception told me that they pair the client with a staff member. That guy was not a member of the staff."

"Then how did he get in there?" Tyler demanded.

"I don't know. He must have just walked in, put on the costume and..."

"But was he there for me?"

"I think so," Bryce nodded.

"But, why me?"

"That's what I'd like to know. You tell me." Bryce came closer, placing his hands on his hips.

Tyler glanced over him and swallowed. He had taken off the jacket. The form fitting navy blue tee-shirt he wore was tucked into tight black leather pants that hung low on his narrow hips. He let his gaze linger for a moment on the intriguing bulge between his muscular thighs, than moved back to his face. He was tired. It showed in his eyes. He wanted to help him, but he didn't know how.

"I...I...don't know who in h.e.l.l he was," he stuttered.

"Well, he knows you. Either you agreed to meet him in that room, or he sought you out."

Tyler stood up. "I didn't agree to meet anyone there, Bryce." He moved closer. "Christ, don't you get it by now? It's you I want."

Their eyes connected. Bryce felt himself moving irresistibly toward him. Voices whispered in his head.

Promise me, Dino. Promise me we'll be together. We will be immortal again. He stopped. He put out his hand.

"No," he said. "I have to keep my head. This is too important."

"You hear it, don't you, my love?" Tyler reached up and took his hand, bringing it down to his side. He squeezed it. They were standing chest to chest.

Bryce met his gaze.

"Make love to me," Tyler urged. "Finish what you started earlier."

"I can't," he shook his head firmly. "You are my prisoner. I don't know what possessed me to...tonight...earlier, it wasn't right. I..."

"It was more than right," Tyler moaned, pressing his forehead against his chest. "It was meant to be. You are my eternal love."

"Why do you say this to me?" Bryce asked, reaching up and stroking his hair, in spite of himself.

Tyler raised his eyes to him. "I just know. I've dreamt of you. We were together before. You know it too."

He nodded slowly. "Yes," he whispered.

"Then it's not wrong," he told him.

Releasing his hand, he walked over and picked up the handcuffs Bryce had placed on the table. He secured one on his left wrist, than crawled onto the bed. He lay down on his back and secured the other wrist to a post in the middle of the head board. He looked over at him. "You know what I want. You already told me you knew, that very night. You tormented me enough," he smiled seductively. "I want to be yours. I belong to you.

And all this time I've looked for the man who could do it, who could possess me completely. It's you. Release me from this ache."

Bryce sucked in some breath. He slowly pulled his tee-shirt out of his pants and dragged it over his head.

Tyler traced the shape of his perfectly carved pectorals, and mouth watering waves of his bronze rippling biceps.

Bryce threw the shirt aside, lifting his face up to give him a wicked devilish smile.

He reached down to pull off one boot, then the other before taking a few steps to the bed.

"I'm hard as rock already," Tyler murmured, looking down at his groin. "Look what you do to me."

"That's nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you," he drawled, looking down at the zipper on his leather pants.

It was almost painful to watch the slow procession of that zipper as it slid over the length of his swelling organ. When finally it was down, his c.o.c.k almost leapt out of the opening.

"Now who's happy to see who?" Tyler mocked with a grin.

Bryce laughed softly.

Tyler licked his lips, studying the delicious curve of his thick engorged c.o.c.k. "You're beautiful," he breathed, watching as he pulled the pants the rest of the way down over his hips and stepped out of them.

He stood there completely naked now, just beyond his reach.

"Turn around," Tyler said. "I have to see it. I've dreamt about it."

He shook his head. "All in good time. But you're not in control, remember?" He lifted an eyebrow. "You're mine. Your body is mine to play with as I choose."

Tyler moved his hips upward, his words causing his c.o.c.k to throb.

Bryce crawled onto the bed. "Now," he whispered, "my wanton renegade, I get to find out exactly how much of a s.l.u.t you are."

Bryce pulled the bottom of his shirt out of his pants, and then tore it up the middle. He pushed it aside.

Tyler could hardly breathe.

Straddling him, he ran his hands over his chest, than slowly began to play with one nipple. He tweaked it gently, his eyes boring down into his. "Proud of these, aren't you?"

"Do you like them?" Tyler gazed deeply into his eyes.

"Umm, yes," he murmured, leaning down to lick the one he was playing with. The other one was now being severely abused, pulled and pinched.

Tyler's hips thrust forward again. Bryce pushed them back down by rubbing his b.u.t.tocks against his crotch.

"Ah," Tyler groaned.

Bryce smiled. He moved downward and began to undo his pants.

Lifting them over his hips and down to his knees, he pulled them all the way off and threw them aside. He wasn't wearing any underwear.

Bryce didn't touch him for a minute. Instead he let his gaze linger on his erection. "You're so hard, Tyler,"

Bryce said softly, leaning down to lick one of his nipples again, then he brought his lips to his mouth and kissed him gently. He was in no hurry.

"Yes," Tyler groaned.

One of his hands moved down his chest, making sure to brush across his sensitive nipples, the other squeezed and fondled his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es, careful to avoid his aching s.e.x.

"Lift your knees," he demanded. "Spread your legs wide." Tyler lifted his knees and allowed his legs to fall open.

Again he waited, tormenting him.

"You have a beautiful a.s.s," he whispered, spreading his cheeks open with his fingers. While one hand gently slapped his c.o.c.k back and forth, Tyler felt him insert a finger deep inside of him.

Tyler thrashed, his head going back and forth. "Bryce," he cried out.

"Shush," he said, reaching over for his discarded shirt, he put it into his mouth. "s.l.u.ts remain quiet. Wanton h.o.r.n.y s.l.u.ts like you," he said.

Tyler moaned as the finger went deeper still, moving around. Yes, yes, he was completely at his mercy.

And he wanted more. He wanted it to go on and on. Sweet release. The tears came to his eyes, tears of joy.

The finger turned and prodded, in and out of him. Slow, fast, faster. Tyler let out a silent cry, an earth shattering o.r.g.a.s.m ringing through his body.

Bryce moved up over his chest. He removed the shirt from his mouth, and let his c.o.c.k move over his lips.

Tyler opened his mouth. "Let me, let me..." he whispered.

He drew it away, teasingly.

"What do you want, s.l.u.t? Say it," he said.

"I want to taste it," Tyler pleaded. "G.o.d, you're so beautiful. Let me, please."

He smiled, letting Tyler take his organ into his mouth. As Tyler moved his mouth over it, he felt the constraints above him pull. He was in heaven.

Suddenly, Bryce pulled out. It appeared that he had other plans.

When he went to undo the cuff, Tyler felt disappointment. But Bryce pulled him up off the bed and took him into the bathroom, giving his b.u.t.t a firm slap as they went. There, he secured him roughly with the cuffs again. Turning him around so that his back was to him, he moved his hands over him from behind, twisting at his nipples, playing with his c.o.c.k.

Tyler was breathing hard. He felt his cheeks being spread again, felt the head of Bryce's c.o.c.k at the entrance.

He moaned deeply, his hips bucking. Bryce ran his hands over him again, then, went into him, thrusting slow and easy, then harder and faster until Tyler cried out.

Tyler's hips rocked back and forth. He shot reams of c.u.m all over the shower door as he felt Bryce's own pa.s.sion fill him.

Then he was being turned around in his arms. Bryce kissed him deeply, holding his b.u.t.tocks in his hands and squeezing them gently. He looked in his eyes, and whispered, "Is that what you wanted?"

Tyler nodded with grat.i.tude.

Bryce reached up and took off the cuffs.