Chapter 15 Zane
ZANE
You’ll probably call me crazy for doing this, but I had to, okay? Ever since Jakob Martin and I fell into each other’s arms again, I’d had to do something drastic. I couldn’t eat and couldn’t sleep. My on-ice performance was suffering, and I had to take action once and for all.
I would tell Jakob that I wanted nothing to do with him. While I was at it, I would tell him to keep his filthy rotten lips to himself. I would also tell him that I would rather French kiss a hippopotamus than fall into another lip-lock with him.
That ought to show him.
So, I showed up at Jakob’s door but didn’t text him to let him know I was there.
I just knocked. Look, if I told him that I wanted to see him, he might’ve found a reason to blow me off.
Washing his hair or doing his taxes. Whatever.
I wanted to say this in person because I needed him to know I meant it.
When Jakob opened the door, his eyes widened and he said, “Aw, shit!”
Get this: the idiot slammed the door in my face.
So, I pounded on the door with the bottom of my fist to let him know I wasn’t going away.
He opened the door moments later, wearing the phoniest appalled look I’d ever seen. Hold the Academy Award, in other words.
“Are you crazy?” he asked. “I’ve got neighbors.”
“Yeah, whatever. Need to talk to you.”
I pushed past him but tripped over the shitload of shoes scattered near the door. Seriously. I barreled forward and nearly landed flat on my face. How would that have looked? I straightened myself up before he could make a smartass remark—the one thing he was actually good at.
“Do you usually barge into people’s homes like this?” he asked.
“I do if I have something important to say.”
He rolled his eyes like I was being ridiculous. That should tell you plenty about Jakob Martin.
God, he was gorgeous…
I froze. Where the hell had that come from?
If I wanted to squash this problem, I would need to obliterate that kind of thinking immediately.
Like, who told the enemy to stop being so goddamned perfect?
When I gazed upon Jakob’s face and stared into his eyes, I couldn’t do it.
He possessed something wicked powerful and I worried I couldn’t overcome it.
“You’re got a reason for being here,” he told me. “Why don’t you go ahead and tell what before you cost me any more I.Q. points.”
“I’ll tell you why I’m here,” I said. “It’s to tell you that this thing you’ve got for me is going to stop.”
“Um, are you on drugs?”
“No, Jakob, of course I’m not on drugs.”
“I don’t know about that, Zane. Obviously you’ve been smoking something funny if you think I’m the one with a thing for you.”
“Dude, I gave you a boner the size of Cincinnati.”
“I might’ve had a boner the size of Cincinnati, but you were about to rip right out of your pants.”
“I fucking was not.”
“Oh, yes you were.”
He flitted his eyebrows at me in the most infuriating taunt ever.
“And you kissed me,” he said.
“Wrong again, pal. You kissed me.”
“No way, never happened.”
“You’re fucking impossible, you know that?”
As I argued with him, my eyes stayed fixed on his.
I didn’t want that. I understood the danger.
The more I fought with him, the weaker I felt.
I lost myself in Jakob’s eyes, but tried fighting my way out of it, like a swimmer struggling to escape the undertow.
My breathing grew heavier, making my chest heave in and out.
I could explode if I stayed here any longer. I needed to make my point at warp speed.
“We both know that you kissed me,” I said, “and you started all this bullshit.”
“The only bullshit here is you trying to say I started this.”
“That’s the truth, whether you like it or not. Don’t like it? Too fucking bad. Now, get the hell out of here.”
“I live here!”
I would’ve screamed in frustration or at least fired back another comment at him any other time, but I again felt pulled into the undertow. When I stared into Jakob’s eyes this time, I felt something inside of me snap. Think of a load bearing member giving way to an avalanche.
Jakob and I fell into each other’s arms like we had twice before, but something felt different about it this time. Before, I would’ve given anything to pause the festivities so I could get the hell out of there. Now, I wanted to surrender and not look back.
Our lips met, mouths creating a seal over one another, and our tongues mingled and played again.
No sooner than we fell deep into the kiss did I feel Jakob’s hard-on jab at my leg.
I nearly gasped. I couldn’t let Jakob think he’d affected me that much even though we’d both lost control of ourselves.
I needed to think I had some remaining willpower.
I wanted that cock in my mouth in the worst way, but Jakob seemed determined to make me wait by denying me his juicy meat. God, I’d never thought like that before.
He pulled me in tighter, wrapping his arms around me, and squeezing.
I couldn’t ignore the feeling of his throbbing meat pressed against me.
I slid my hands in between us, grabbing the bulge, and stroking his cock through his pants.
He returned the favor to me, and I gasped, almost breaking off the kiss entirely, before he stopped me.
I would’ve expected him to grasp at my belt buckle and loosen it or pull my pants straight down to my ankles.
Instead, he grabbed at the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up over my head, and I reciprocated.
God, I forgot how incredible that dude’s body looked.
I’d seen it at an intimately close proximity like this before, but this felt so different.
First, I reached out and pinched his left nipple, twisting it ever so gently.
Then I crouched to see the nipple at eye level before flicking my tongue against it and nibbling on the top.
Jakob groaned, saying, “Yeah, fuck, man,” as his fingers swam through my hair. I planted hisses all over his chest, especially in the crease between his pecs, before standing up straight again. I stared deep into his eyes, knowing I could place him under my spell and control him.
I leaned in and kissed him again, feeling his beard scratch my face.
And yes, I kissed him, not the other way around, as I would’ve argued earlier.
My tongue dove into his mouth, and I reached around his ribs, clutching his ass cheeks and squeezing.
This might’ve been a first for me, but I felt determined to drink up as much of it as possible.
Finally, I released him, ready to drive toward the prize.
“Lose those pants.” I spoke with all the authority I could summon. “Now!”
Jakob grinned like he didn’t take orders.
Well, I didn’t accept dissent, so I kept my eyes fixed on him to reinforce my command.
He acquiesced by loosening his belt, unbuttoning, lowering his fly, and dropping his pants to the floor.
When he stepped out of them, I saw that his boxers remained, tented by a hard-on that cried out for release.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with those still on?” I asked.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with your pants still on, huh?”
He eyed the crotch of my jeans and lifted one eyebrow. I had no idea I still had my pants on, but I wasn’t afraid to shed them in front of Jakob. In fact, I wanted him to see everything I had…after I made him work.
“You don’t like me wearing pants,” I said, “why don’t you go ahead and do something about it?”
He smiled widely enough to flash all of his oh-so perfect teeth. God, he looked like he could get up to no end of mischief in the best possible ways.
First, he groped my cock bulge again, letting me feel the near-electric sensation course through my member.
I sucked in a deep breath. He looked like he had to steal moments like that because he simply couldn’t get enough.
Then he loosened my belt but didn’t bother with the button or zipper.
He pulled my jeans straight down to my ankles with no preamble.
My underwear remained in place, presenting a lingering mystery waiting to be revealed. Jakob eyed my crotch; he couldn’t tear his eyes away from my bulge. He looked ready to salivate like his hunger had reached its breaking point.
“Okay, dude,” he said, “let’s see that big dick.”
I couldn’t stop an ear-to-ear smile from appearing no matter how hard I tried.
Even I was dying to show him as much as he was to see it.
Pinching the band of my boxers between my thumbs and index fingers, I peeled my underwear down slowly, until my dick popped out.
Jakob’s eyes widened and he looked ready to pounce, but I would make him wait. Two could play this game.
Once my boxers shrouded my ankles, I stepped out of them and tossed them aside for the drama. I didn’t have to command Jakob to take the next step. He hadn’t taken his eyes from my cock, which now stood up at an angle.
Something about standing completely naked in front of Jakob felt so freeing, so exhilarating.
It offered a rush different from being naked in front of anyone else.
He crouched before me, taking my bare cock in his hand, stroking its length back and forth, studying it.
I gasped, feeling a sudden shock of sensation in the head of my cock.
Then the Larkin Lion took my cock into his mouth, wetting the knob, and letting me bask in his warm spit. I pinched both my nipples and sucked in a deep breath as his head bobbed up and down in my crotch. I palmed the top of his head and felt like I was slowly dribbling a basketball.
Here’s the crazy thing—he didn’t gag. I didn’t know if he’d ever done this before. That seemed unimportant in the moment, but I couldn’t believe he could suck cock like a fucking pro.