Chapter Five – Jack
Chapter Five
Jack
It was almost dawn again before I reached my apartment complex—and for better or worse, Zach wasn’t loitering outside.
I’d had a plan brewing ever since I’d spoken to Rosalie—and luckily everything else that had happened tonight hadn’t made me forget it. Christ, what the hell had Maya been thinking? Clearly she hadn’t been.
Anyhow—my plan would require blood, and seeing as I’d already turned down Paco’s with good reason, I didn’t have many other options. I texted Fran while I was still in my car, but doubted she’d come through.
Which left Zach. Zach had told me where he lived, right? Even if he hadn’t, I could scent him down—I spent my time before dawn writing a hopefully quirky-yet-confident note—went to his apartment, and slid it under the door, then returned to my own to go to sleep.
When I woke, I had a text from Fran saying, Sorry, darling, with a series of frowning faces, which meant I had about thirty minutes to prepare for option two.
I showered, I brushed my teeth, pulled back what hair would reach into a small knot at the back of my head instead of using pomade to slick it back, and then I put on everything black I owned, to wait for the doorbell to ring.
At six-thirty-two—and after two whole minutes of doubt—Zach was standing, also freshly showered and shaved, outside. I opened the door, and said, “I vant to suck your blood,” with an improbable accent, and grinned at him. “Want a drink?”
He laughed nervously, but still came in. “Yeah.”
“Beer?” I threaded around him, into my kitchen.
“Sure. I’m not picky,” he said, returning to the couch, the scene of yesterday’s crime. I met him there, offering him a bottle. “So…vampire roleplaying? Really?”
He’d read my note, probably when he’d gotten home in the morning, and had had all day to consider it.
I gave him a winning smile. “You saw the coffin in my bedroom. It’s a strange lifestyle choice—but this is Vegas.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” he said. “Yesterday was hot and all—”
“And I bet it’s all you thought about today,” I interrupted. I knew I was right from the way his blood rose.
“Yeah, it was.” He gave a shallow nod. “It’s just that—I’m not really a role-play kinda guy.”
“Why not? You don’t seem to suffer from a lack of imagination.”
He gave an awkward shrug. “I just don’t want to get hung up in the moment—I don’t want to do the wrong thing.”
“Zach, I’m going to be the one roleplaying here,” I said, gesturing to myself with my beer. “You’re just going to be a hapless victim who gets bitten. It won’t be that hard.”
He pondered this. “Can I fight back?”
“If you want. But only if we have a safeword, obviously. Still like ‘dangerous?’”
“Yeah.” He stared into his beer for answers, and ran a fingertip around the lip of the bottle, and it was hard not to imagine him doing the same thing with a spit-covered finger to the head of my cock. “Is it going to hurt when you bite me?”
“Not unless you want it to. Do you?”
“I don’t know.” He bit his lip, then suddenly looked over at me. “Will it make you come?”
“Definitely.” I was already getting stiff just thinking about it—about him. “So hard.”
He shuddered a little, hearing the promise in my voice, and I heard him swallow. “So what’s the set up here?”
“It’s night, and I’ve lured you home with the hope of an intense fucking.” I gave him a wolfish grin. “Kind of like right now.”
He snorted, then set his beer down. “I wish it weren’t raining so hard outside,” he said, after a long pause.
It was Vegas, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky—he’d just decided to try to play with me.
It was hard not to bud fangs in anticipation.
I stood, moved back to my computer to find a loop online of lightning and rain and played it at a high enough volume so the neighbors wouldn’t hear us.
“I know. When I found you, you were soaked,” I said, dimming all the lights as I returned to him, imagining him with a wet t-shirt on.
“And the radio says there’s flash flood warnings on all the roads. ”
“If you hadn’t picked me up, I’d still be out there, hitch-hiking.”
And here he thought he wouldn’t get into it. “Yeah—you’re not getting to LA tonight, I’m afraid.”
“I guess my audition will just have to wait,” he said, with a sly grin that belayed his innocent tone. “So…it’s okay if I stay?”
“Yeah. Until morning.”
“Good.” His hands went for the bottom of his t-shirt and started pulling it up to reveal tanned skin. When he freed himself from it and tossed it aside, I spoke without thinking.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful?”
Zach looked taken aback—not knowing if I was in character, or not. “No.”
And then it was my turn to wonder if it was Zach answering for himself, or for Zach-the-imaginary-hitch-hiker. “That’s too bad—because you are.” I stood, and decided to go back into character myself. “Let me get you some blankets.”
I returned with a stack of them, which he took from me, setting them down beside him on the couch. “Thanks. I was chilly.”
“I could get you a dry shirt,” I offered, even though we were pretending.
“Do you really want that?” he asked, breaking character.
“No, I just like being difficult.” It was too much in my nature. Somehow, pretending had put a wall between us, like a semi-permeable membrane. It made me want to reach a hand out, to test its tension.
Zach took the topmost blanket and held it to his chest. “If you really were a vampire, Jack, what would you do?”
“I would say put that blanket down, please,” I said, and he set it aside.
I moved to stand in front of him, scooting my coffee table out of the way.
“And I would say there’s a price for spending the night.
” I moved down to my knees in front of him, placing my body in between his legs.
I took his shoes off, and then his socks, while he watched me, and then I reached for the buckle of his belt.
“No one gets anything for free in Vegas, Zach. That’s only what the commercials want you to believe.
” I slid my hand down and felt his hard-on beneath the denim on the inside of his thigh.
After opening his fly I grabbed both sides of it and tugged, skidding his hips against the couch toward me as he gasped.
“I didn’t know when you picked me up this was what you wanted,” he said in quick protest, looking down.
“Let me show you what I want,” I growled, and reached into his jeans to pull him out.
His cock fit perfectly into my mouth. The head of it was softly ridged, the sensitive part underneath slightly rough against my tongue and his hands were in my hair, knocking it out of the tie in an instant.
“Oh God, Jack,” he breathed, his hips thrusting up. “Oh God, vampire-Jack I mean.”
I lifted my head while I kept stroking his shaft. “Maybe I don’t just want to suck your blood. Maybe I want to suck all your cum out of you.”
“I would let you. Let’s take all night,” he said, then started moaning—I’d reached in to massage his balls with my free hand, and rising up on my knees I pushed that hand underneath him, to rub at the spot between his balls and his ass. “Jack,” he gasped. “Condom—going to—” he warned.
I pulled back only far enough to whisper, “I want to taste you,” before sucking his cock back down.
He shivered bodily, all of him winding up, I could feel his ass shake and thighs quiver, the way his balls tightened and his cock twitched, the head of him bobbing at the back of my throat like the end of a tugged fishing pole.
He wound his fingers into my hair, pulling my lips taut around his hilt until he released himself with a shuddering sigh, pounding my mouth as his hands pushed my head down, his hot cum jetting out, all over my tongue.
“Fuck, yes,” he whispered to himself, as I finished sucking him off, taking every drop of cum with me.
Ripples of life emanated out from him, fast and shallow.
I pulled up and off of him slowly, letting his softening cock slide out, but kept my hand where it was, my middle finger near his asshole.
I crept my hand higher and began to play with it.
“You’re not going to get off that easy, stranger,” I said, gently pushing its tip inside.
“No one’s ever done that before,” he protested with feigned innocence, while squirming, though we both knew that I’d been in there yesterday.
“When your car broke down outside, was there another house in sight?” I rose up onto my knees to get a better angle beneath him, sliding my finger further in.
He shook his head in pretend helplessness, and the music I’d queued up chose just them to rattle with thunder.
“Then I don’t think you have a choice,” I said ominously, starting to circle that finger around.
His eyes narrowed as his asshole stretched for me.
“You’re at my mercy now, stranger, and I’m going to keep working on you until you beg me for my cock.
” His jaw dropped, his breath quickened and his blood rushed.
I pulled my finger out of him and took my hand back. “Finish taking off your jeans for me.”
He rocked back and forth to shimmy out of them, kicking them away. When he sat back down I used the opportunity to hold his cock and balls and move them to one side, licking the crease between them and his legs.
“Oh my God—how do you know?” he panted.
“I’m a vampire,” I said, and pretended to bite his thigh.
My fangs wanted out though, his blood was so close now, and singing so strongly.
“I’m good at everything,” I promised him.
“Stand up and turn around.” I released him and he did as he was told.
I cupped both his muscular ass cheeks in my hands. “Bend over for me, Zach.”
He looked back and down at me, before taking hold of the back of the couch. I took his taut buttocks and spread them wide, revealing the asshole inside—I leaned forward and kissed it, pressing against it with my tongue.