Chapter Seven – Jack
Chapter Seven
Jack
To Zach’s credit he didn’t even bother asking who was in the shower.
I think he knew if he did, I’d just kick him out, that it’d prove he couldn’t handle my ‘lifestyle’—if that’s what being me was.
He just started stripping off all of his clothing, like the obedient sub that we hadn’t put a label to yet, but that I wanted to explore.
I moved to stand behind him, kissing his shoulders as he went for his pants.
“And you thought you didn’t want to see me,” he murmured and I grinned, wrapping my arms around him, breathing in his scent.
“Yeah, well, I’m an accomplished liar. I keep trying to tell you that,” I said, as he turned inside my arms to kiss me, and his hands started stroking down my chest to find the bottom of my shirt.
I pushed them lower instead—I could get my own shirt off—I wanted to feel his hands on me.
He started working at the buckle to my belt, then the fly of my jeans.
I was hard—I knew he was, I could see it—I licked my fingers and reached in to take hold of his cock, kissing his mouth and neck more strongly, stroking him.
My hunger, previously just a matchstick’s worth of light, became incandescent, rolling through me, demanding that I feed from him.
My jeans were off, I twisted, helping him, kicking off my boots, letting the denim shimmy down, and then we were both stumbling toward the couch.
Someday I’d have to explain why we could never fuck on my bed—but today was not that day, not while Paco was dead there. I pressed Zach down, our limbs tangled, our hips pulsing against one another’s bodies and hands and—
The bathroom door opened and Luna walked out, wearing only just a towel, surely trying to tempt me. Zach took a double-take. “Is she…invited?”
“No.” I took his jaw and twisted his mouth back to me, kissing him hard while Luna watched.
His eyes were clouded with desire when I pulled up.
“She’s going to stand in the corner, and think about what she’s done,” I said, addressing Luna while staring down at him.
I licked against the line of his jaw, waiting to hear if she would follow her instructions.
After a lengthy pause, she did, going to the back of my apartment and facing the wall.
“What did she do?” Zach whispered, glancing her direction.
“Nothing important. Don’t get tempted to misbehave—I’m already going to punish you.”
I felt Zach thrill at that, his body shiver, his pulse race.
I spent my time carefully kissing across the V of his throat, relishing the nearness of his blood, the way that I could send it coursing through him with a touch.
“Oh, Zach—the things I want to do to you.” I rolled off him, knees on the ground, me looming above.
I could play him like a piano. I lunged in and nipped at his nipples with lip-covered teeth, and he laughed and squirmed, sending my hunger soaring.
And then I started deliberately licking down his stomach as I brought a hand up to cup his balls, until his cock was millimeters away from my mouth and he could feel my breath across his skin.
His breathing had slowed, he was holding it, hoping, as his ass clenched to arch him up toward me—and I took the head of his cock in, relishing in its salty smooth taste.
He moaned and I moaned to hear it, as I started working my way down his shaft.
His hands came up and were in my hair, and his hips started to rock.
I went with the motion, letting him use me, rubbing the spot just beneath his balls, listening to him groan, feeling his body rise and fall beneath my head and shoulders like a tide.
I took an opportunity between strokes to lick a finger—and then moved it back south, to trace a wet pattern against his asshole, before gently pushing it in.
“Ooh.” Zach groaned bodily, I could hear it echo in his chest. I used my finger to explore and stretch him—and then to try to reach his prostate. I could feel when I’d found it—and he started calling my name. “Oh Jack—oh Jack.”
I purred, sucking his cock deep, feeling the head of it pull down my throat. His hands tightened in my hair and his hips started to buck. “Oh Jack—oh—Jack.” I kept incessantly drumming inside of him, and felt his cock begin to twitch in time with my name.
“Jack, I’m,” he warned, trying to pull my head back.
I wouldn’t let him. I was giving him this orgasm, and then I was taking it back, in full—I growled my dissent and shook his hands loose, as his hips kept bucking his cock into my throat and I pulsed my finger deep inside.
“Jack! Jack! Jack!” My name, and then a chaotic shout as he let loose.
His orgasm reared out of him like a tidal wave, splashing down around us both just as his cock stiffened, trembled, and shot cum in me.
I milked him with my lips, savoring each wave’s slow roll, I didn’t want to lose a drop, as the weight of his orgasm made me feel heavy.
“Jack,” he gasped, still shaking, as I kissed his softening cock, pulling my finger slowly out of his ass. “Oh—you’ve got to be kidding if you think I can walk away from that.”
I chuckled into his stomach, wiping my lips off on his light trail of fur.
He turned sideways on the couch. “You’ve got to,” he said, pulling for me with his arms. “I need too,” he said, barely able to make words.
I knew what he wanted—to please me. Little did he know, he already had—and it was too close to dawn to keep playing.
“No—I’ve got to get to bed. And so do you.”
He pressed himself up onto one elbow. “You saving yourself for her?”
I glanced back. Luna was still there, still staring at the corner as I’d commanded her.
“No,” I answered, truthfully. Zach nodded, accepting it for what it was—not gloating that he’d bested some unknown contestant. With what he and I had, if he ever did get jealous, I’d have to tell him to forget who I was entirely, or I’d have to move.
I rose up to kiss him. “Go home, Zach.”
He swung his torso up and his legs down. “Tomorrow, dinner?”
“I’m not the dinner type.” I rocked to standing.
We were both still naked and as I was in my place, I didn’t have to bother getting dressed—but standing put my cock at eye-level for him, and I could see us both thinking the same thing.
If I were smarter, or stronger, I would’ve stepped away—but instead I stepped close, and Zach leaned forward to grab my shaft, holding my cock out for his mouth.
His eyes looked up at me as if waiting for orders and I couldn’t resist his earnestness. “Make it fast,” I demanded.
He concentrated his mouth around the head of me, kissing and sucking, feeling its underbelly, probing its opening with his tongue, while his hand ran up and down my shaft, and his other hand grabbed my ass to hold on.
It was like I’d entered some sort of orgasm machine, I didn’t have to move, merely stand there and let him work on me.
I ran my fingers through his hair and purred encouragement—after fucking him, I was already so hard, I did need to come, we just had to out-race the morning.
“Go faster,” I commanded, and he did, over and over and over.
I started to pant and put one hand on his shoulder, then twined the other in his hair.
“Zach,” I growled in warning—but just like I had earlier, he didn’t slow.
I knew as a relatively immortal being that I neither had STDs nor could get them, but he didn’t know that, and here he was, taking this crazy, crazy risk—why?
Because he cared about me and wanted to bind me to him.
My hand clenched on his shoulder and pulled his head in to take me deep as I poured out into him with a groan.
His lips and tongue kept working my cock as I had his and it was several breathless moments until I was done.
“That was good,” I whispered, looking down at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Dawn was near, I could feel her pulling me the same as he’d been trying to suck me down his throat.
Zach pulled back, looking smug. “Good. I’m glad.”
I ran my hand through his hair, and then down his cheek. “You’d better get going.”
“Even after all that?” his voice was soft and his expression hopeful.
“I don’t let people spend the night—or day,” I lied. He looked over to where Luna was, poor forgotten Luna—at some point in time she’d dropped her towel and neither of us had noticed. “She doesn’t count, I promise.”
Zach inhaled to ask more questions—then caught himself, because he knew they would only push me away. “You’re so confusing, Jack.”
I walked over to Luna’s dropped towel and circled my waist with it. “I keep telling you what I can and cannot offer. You shouldn’t hope for more. I’m not playing with you, and this isn’t a test. This is how I am.”
Zach rocked to standing. “I know, I know,” he said, contrite, and began pulling on his jeans.
His body was so beautiful, his stomach flat, rippled with the edges of muscles, like the contours of his arms. He needed a haircut, which only made him hotter as he pushed blonde bangs out of his face, after tugging on his t-shirt.
“I don’t force you to come here, Zach. That’s up to you. But if you are here—I’ll make you come.”
His green eyes flashed at me and then he shivered all over once in memory—or anticipation. “Guess I’ll see you around then.”
“I suppose so,” I said, and went to hold the door open for him. He walked out, and I closed it behind him before I could catch him looking back.
“Master, may I turn?” Luna asked, twisting her head so that her ebony hair cascaded over one ivory shoulder.
“I’m not your Master,” I said, throwing her the towel. She caught it—the action made her breasts jiggle. Her other hand tucked down between her legs and too late I scented her wetness in the air.
“I’m so close, Master,” she said, and started touching herself, moving her fingertips in high-tight circles. “I could—feed you—so easily—in just a moment—more.”
I ran across the room toward her without thinking, yanking her arm away from her sex and pushing her against the wall. “I don’t want you to feed me.”
“But,” she protested. Her expression was completely innocent, and I didn’t believe it for a moment. “But what if I want you to?”
“Your Mistress took advantage of me once before. I refuse to do the same to you, even if it’s offered.”
Her head jerked back. “Freedom is an illusion that I do not need to have! Just because you don’t drink his blood, doesn’t mean he’s not your slave.”
“Zach is his own person.”
Her icy eyes narrowed like a cat’s. “If you say so, Master.”
I pulled back, released her, and she regathered her pride. “It is cruelty to leave me hungry, too. As your slave, I should not have to suffer want.”
“Satisfy yourself—after dawn,” I said, and stalked back to my bedroom alone.
I took the lid off of the wide wooden box that sat on my mattress. Paco still lay inside. He looked like he was sleeping—and he looked like he was dead. I sat outside the box and reached in to pet his hair.
Paco was beautiful. Tan, strong, Romanesque, his perfection only marred by the soft scar where he’d been shot once.
I played my hand from his hair down to his body, feeling him.
It was so strange that he was cold, when I knew how full he was of life.
He’d always been smart enough to realize that despite my strength and abilities, what he’d had was greater.
Being alive, being able to see the sun—he’d never asked me to change him, and never would’ve.
Paco had known who I was from the beginning—I’d never had to hide anything from him, like I did from Zach.
And look where my truthfulness had gotten us.
“What have I done to you?” I whispered to him. Only Sugar heard. She jumped on my bed and nudged my knee with her head until I pet her too, before clambering into the coffin beside Paco to hold him before dawn.