Chapter 6
Chapter Six
KERIAN
Jealousy.
Jealousy .
It’s a word I’ve never thought about. Something that never factored into my makeup. I’ve never looked at someone else and said I’m angry because I want what you have .
If I want something, I just take it. There’s no room for question or discussion.
But I find myself staring when Zander is on the dance floor, enraged and enraptured while he lets some random girl grind all over him, wrap her hands around him, touch his cock.
Jealousy .
Is that what this is?
If it is, I fucking hate it. It’s a thing that burns all along my chest, snaking around my spine like some dark demon that wants to make a home at the base of my skull and whisper vitriol. It tells me to take, take , take what’s mine and don’t stop until I brand my name along every inch of his skin.
It makes me move forward when I’d intended to watch him get all worked up and fail .
It makes my fingers on his arm rougher than they should be, my voice a ragged growl that betrays the emotions ripping through me.
Maybe that’s the real draw to Zander Braithe—these emotions. I’ve never felt anything like it, never felt anything so intense .
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I see it, the second his eyes widen and his breath catches. I watch it dance across his face in little splotches of red that chase disbelief, desire, and finally settle on annoyance.
He likes this.
“Exactly what I said I would do, Slade. Did you like the picture? I’m working on?—”
I’m not thinking clearly when I use my grip to twist his arm behind his back and drag him into the men’s room. I force him into the last stall, and I slam him against the door with a low growl.
“Try again, Dimples.” I let go of his arm and thread my fingers through his hair, jerking his head back and tearing a growl from his throat. His eyes are still so defiant and wild, and I’m fixated on the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows hard.
“I already told you,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “I’m?—”
I don’t want to hear it.
I don’t want to hear how he was planning on having that brunette on her knees for him. I want to know that he came here because he was so wrapped up in thinking about me that it was his only choice.
I want to hear that he came here knowing I’d follow him.
Instead, I bring my free hand up to stop him from lying.
I slide my fingers to the back of his throat until he’s gagging on them, and the way he looks up at me with his wide, wet eyes, like I’m some kind of demon come to bring his worst nightmares to life, makes my cock so hard I can barely think.
Fuck , I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to ruin someone the way I want to ruin Zander Braithe.
“Close your mouth and suck, Braithe. If you’re a really good boy, maybe I’ll let you come tonight.”
He snarls something ugly around my digits, but when I lean into him, I can feel how hard his cock is in his pants. I don’t say anything, just shove my fingers a little deeper until his throat convulses again, until tears are catching in his lashes and he stares at me in half desperation, half hate…
And then he closes his lips and swallows, and all thoughts leave my mind but how good his tongue feels when he slides it between my fingers like he can’t help himself.
I can’t stop the groan that rips from my chest, but I can stop the almost smug look that crosses his face when he hears it by working my fingers in and out, fucking his mouth and leaving him a drooling, gagging mess in front of me. It’s even better because I don’t think he notices the way his hips are rocking and jerking in little half-aborted thrusts, trying to find friction against my thighs.
It’s even better because he doesn’t fight me when I tighten my grip in his hair and put him on his knees.
I use my fingers in his mouth to jerk his stare up to me—and fuck, even I have to admit he’s gorgeous like that. Wet eyes and spit-slicked lips.
“Get my dick out, Zander.” I don’t ask, I demand it.
There’s a second between us where I wonder if he’s going to fight it—there’s a second where I can see he’s trying to. I flex my digits on his tongue and he reflexively sucks on them again, and I watch his resolve crumble like a castle in the sand as waves lap the shore.
His hands are clumsy when he unzips my jeans and pulls my cock out, and I jerk my fingers out of his mouth to pin his wrists above his head before he has a chance to touch me.
“What the fuck , Slade?”
“Open up.”
“Why are you?—”
“Open your fucking mouth or I’m leaving you on the floor. You can go back to the dance floor and get your dick sucked… but we both know that isn’t what you really want.”
He glares at me, his eyes flicking down almost helplessly to my hard cock bobbing inches from his face.
“Five.”
His eyes widen, and he jerks against my hold on his wrist.
“Four.”
“You can’t be fucking serious.”
I tilt my head and rock forward, painting his lips with little traces of precum as I continue. “Three. Two .”
“Kerian, wait?—”
“One.”
Just as I go to release him, he darts forward like a man possessed and slides his lips around my cock, clumsy enough that I feel his teeth scrape my skin. I hit the back of his throat hard enough to make him gag again, but I don’t care.
Fuck. It could be the sloppiest, clumsiest blow job I’ve ever gotten and I wouldn’t care because I’ve never felt anything as good as the tight heat of his mouth closing around me while his lips hum with a low-pitched whine he can’t seem to hold back.
My fingers on his wrist tighten and my hips piston forward—Zander flattens his shoulders against the bathroom stall and drops his jaw, letting me slide to the back of his throat as his lashes flutter.
He looks like he’s fucking flying and I haven’t even gotten started.
“Shit, you’re greedy for it, aren’t you, Braithe?” I buck my hips forward and feel him groan around me. His hands jerk, and I just know he’s dying to start jacking himself. “You’re such a slut for my cock that you might blow your load in your jeans without me even touching you. Fucking filthy whore.” He reflexively starts to jerk his head to the side, but stops and chases my length when I pull back.
The bathroom door opens and I see the way panic shoots through his eyes—he might have already accepted the fact that he wants my dick down his throat, but it’s obvious that he isn’t ready for everyone in the club to know that’s what’s happening.
I shift forward, stuffing my dick down his throat until my balls hit his chin—it muffles the choking, wet sounds he makes, and his eyes widen even further as I feel his throat clench, his gag making my brain go fuzzy with how tight and hot he feels around me.
My voice drops to a whisper. “Shhhhh.”
It shouldn’t be this good—I shouldn’t already be close to coming just from the sight of him with tears pouring down his cheeks, but I can’t seem to help myself. His eyes roll back and I can see how much he wants to pull away, how much he wants to take a breath, how much he wants to push me back.
I could probably kill him like this, with my dick down his throat and his body going limp from lack of oxygen—fuck, he’d probably let me just to keep my cock in his mouth, wouldn’t he?
As the intruder exits their stall and goes to the sink, I relent. I drop his wrists and start to pull back, but his hands shoot forward, grabbing desperately and digging into the skin of my hips to keep me pressed to him.
The water stops running and the footsteps retreat. And Zander is still on my dick.
His eyes roll up to me again, and it’s there. Hanging in the air. He could have pulled away.
He could have gotten away.
Which means he wants this just as much as I do.
I don’t hold back anymore. My body rocks forward and he completely gives himself over to it. I fuck his mouth like I’m trying to fuck through him, and his jaw goes slack while his fingers on me tighten. He’s not even trying to hide the noises he makes anymore—the slurping and gagging, the moaning— as I chase the orgasm that feels like it’s been building since the second I put my hands on him.
I want more.
Fuck, I want all of him, but I know I can’t resist this. Not right now. Not when his lips are so pretty stretched around my dick and I want to see my cum on his tongue.
“I’m going to come, and you’re going to take every last drop like the cockslut you are, Dimples. Mmmf.” His mouth spasms around me, his hands slapping against my hips. “Stick out your tongue.”
I pull back and he follows my instructions obediently, so far gone that his pupils are blown and I’m drowning in a black sea of desire when I look down at him. I only have to jerk my cock a few times before I start coming, and the sight of the stripes of white painting against his tongue is almost too much.
He’s too much.
My hand slaps to the wall above his head, my body shuddering as I milk every last drop of my orgasm into his waiting mouth. He starts to close his lips when a wicked thought streaks through my mind.
My hand comes down and I catch him by the jaw again.
“No. I don’t think so.” Panic streaks through his gaze—he has a mouth full of cum and no idea what to do with it until I drop my hand below his chin and snap my fingers before flattening my palm. “Give it to me.”
He stares, his face going red, and then lowers his head and spits the sticky mixture of my cum and his spit into my palm. It’s a hot mess, sliding over my fingers and falling to the floor, and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t fucking love it.
Zander has to swallow twice before he manages to speak, and his voice is husky, his throat wrecked when he does.
“What the fuck?”
“Stand up.” The demand falls from my lips, but I’m not a total asshole. I take him by the hair and pull it, helping him to his feet with the sound of another whine tearing from his lips. He watches me with fucked-out eyes and a swollen mouth as I unfasten his jeans and stick my slicked fingers down the front of his briefs.
“Kerian, I—” Whatever he might have said dies a quick death on his tongue when I wrap my hand around his cock and jerk him hard and rough with my wet fingers. He’s so hard I almost have sympathy pains, so eager his head instantly falls forward against my shoulder and I have to wrap one hand around his waist to keep him standing.
It only takes a minute—the hitch of his breath and the choked little gasps give him away a second before his body tenses and he comes all over my fingers, all in his jeans. The pulse of his dick in my hand is intoxicating, almost too much. My own twitches, telling me I could easily go for a round two.
Three.
I could fuck around with Zander forever and I’m not sure I’d ever get enough.
When he goes limp in my arms, I pull the sticky mess we’ve made out of his pants and hold my hand up. It takes him two tries to raise his head up to see when I start tsking .
“What a fucking mess.” I dip my fingers forward, sliding two of them past his lips to paint his tongue with the flavor of our combined orgasm.
And Zander “I’m not gay” Braithe sucks on them before he realizes what he’s doing and pushes me back.
“Fuck.” He still sounds hoarse as he fastens his jeans and tries to hide the wet spot in front of them. “I… oh, fuck .”
I shouldn’t be so enraptured by the panic on his face. Shouldn’t be drunk on pleasure and wanting more .
And I shouldn’t bring my fingers to my mouth to deliberately take a taste of us. He pauses mid-motion, his eyes wide as they track the movement, his shoulders swaying back as his body sags against the wall.
When his lips part in shock, I smirk and drop my hand, adjusting my jeans and listening to see if there’s anyone in the bathroom while Zander tries to catch his breath.
When the coast is clear, I step out of the stall like I didn’t just fuck his brains out against the wall and go to the sink to wash my hands.
For a second, there’s nothing but silence behind me. I hear the rustle of clothing and the door closing… and then Zander steps past me and streaks out of the bathroom like there’s a wolf chasing after him.
I turn, knowing he’s right. I’m not letting him get away that easily.
I give him a few seconds head start before I take off after him, and I find him already heading towards the door.
A grin starts to slip across my face until I see an enormous guy slide one hand around his waist, pulling him close and whispering something in his ear.
Zander’s face goes pale… and my vision goes red.