Chapter 50 Jakob
JAKOB
Ipushed Zane onto the bed. Good thing I did that instead of him. I still felt a little tender at times, and we would have to take it slow. Not that I had a lot of time to tell him that before the festivities began. When we got back to my place, we headed straight upstairs.
When I stared down at him on the bed, I couldn’t help but feel an odd mix of pride and satisfaction.
The pride might’ve come from the fact that I was about to bed an extremely gorgeous man.
Yes, I’d scaled that mountain once before, but doing it again made me feel good inside.
The satisfaction came from the fact that we managed to put our differences aside.
What was about to happen would never have been possible if we couldn’t be reasonable.
He smiled up at me. I smiled back and freed myself, crashing down on top of him.
“Ooof!” he said, like I’d knocked the wind out of him. “Careful, would you?”
“Uh yeah, because I know you’ve been extremely careful with me at all times, right?”
“Jesus, Jakob, I thought we were past all that.”
“We are. I was just yanking your chain.”
“Yeah, well, I want you to start yanking another chain, okay?”
His wish was my command.
I kissed his lips gently, sweetly. Zane’s powerful chest pressed against mine felt so familiar and yet so new. His arms made me feel so secure when wrapped around me, his hands pressed against my back. Most of all I felt his cock press against my leg, growing larger and stiffer by the second.
For the moment, this felt just right, us in bed, wrapped in one another’s arms, savoring the gentlest kisses. Our clothes remained intact, though I knew they wouldn’t be long for the world.
When our mouths opened, my tongue slid into Zane’s and mingled with his. Then our mouths closed into another kiss. And then we did it again. Lather, rinse, repeat. My lips left his mouth, moving to his cheek and then his neck where I buried my face in deep.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” Zane gasped, tightening his grip on me.
I knew he might’ve collapsed had I done that to him while standing. Still, I wouldn’t relent, not when I had my man right where I wanted him.
My lips continued their course down his neck as I loosened his tie and freed his top button. I felt his cock grow even harder against my leg. As badly as I wanted to release it, I knew better than to rush.
Zane would have to wait.
And so would I…
I planted kisses down the middle of his chest with each button I unfastened. Zane’s fingers combed though my hair and I listened to his breathing, knowing he was enjoying every second of this.
All of his buttons loosed, I opened his shirt wide to behold his magnificent body.
I leaned in again, this time rubbing my crotch against his, and realizing how hard my own cock had grown.
I licked his left nipple first, and then nibbled on it.
That provoked a gasp from my boyfriend—no, fiancé.
I hoped the wonderful ring that title carried would never grow old.
His abdomen still rippled with muscle like I remembered it, and I left a trail of kisses until I landed on his belt buckle.
Zane stopped me there, like he meant to tease me.
Then I realized that wasn’t his plan. He sat up, kissed me, and then forced me back to my feet.
He rose to his feet, kissed me, grabbed the bottom of my hoodie, and then helped me to lift it over my head.
My hoodie took the undershirt with it, and both hit the floor.
Zane then buried his face in my neck, kissing it, and I gasped. Oh my God, I’d almost forgotten how perfect and wonderful submission felt. Maybe it wasn’t really submission, per se. He was just putting me under his spell.
My knees felt weak, ready to buckle, when his lips moved toward my collar bone and chest. Before long, the tip of his tongue flicked my nipple, and he nibbled a bit. I gasped again, reveling in the feeling.
He kissed my body all over and I clutched his head to my chest, squeezing. Zane freed himself to work his way down to my belt buckle, which he eyed hungrily.
Maybe it wasn’t my belt buckle that he regarded with such greed. It was almost certainly my cock that he wanted more than anything in the whole wide world.
He groped my bulge, squeezing and kneading it, which caused my breathing to quicken. My hand ran along his powerful shoulder as I awaited his next step.
Zane craned his head forward, kissing my bulge, licking and then nibbling it. My hand clamped down onto his shoulder because the feeling was so much hotter than I would’ve expected. My fiancé meant to tease me, and make me wait, before getting to the very best part.
His lips closed over the bulge as if sucking my cock through my jeans, wetting the fabric.
“Suck my cock,” I said. “Do it!”
“What’s the magic word?”
“Please. Suck my cock, please.”
“What else do you have to tell me?”
“I want it so fucking bad.”
“Are you going to be a good boy if I do?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
The words slipped past my lips like a moan, but I didn’t mind. It felt so freeing.
He unbuckled my belt slowly, making me wait. Once he loosened the belt, he pulled it out from the loops, and tossed it to the floor, making a jingling sound. Then he unfastened the button, took hold of my zipper, and pulled it down, opening my fly at a painfully slow pace.
Then he did to my bulge what he did while my pants were closed; he took it into his mouth while still constrained by underwear.
“Suck me!” I said again. “Suck my cock, please!”
He tucked his fingers under the band of my underwear and peeled them back, letting my cock spring mercifully free. From there, my cock disappeared into his mouth. Thank God. I thought he was going to tease me even more.
A loud groan tore out of my mouth when he did it because he had me feeling that tense. At first, his warm spit covering my member felt incredible, but that was exceeded by the sensation of his tongue swirling over the knob.
“Oh fuck, Zane.” My words barely contained voice as they drifted out of my mouth. “Keep doing it like that. Just like that.”
My hand settled on his head and then my fingers swam through his hair. His head bobbed up and down and his fingers tickled the underside of my balls. My toes curled a little and my eyes rolled back in my head.
I was going to come. That wasn’t a question of if. It was definitely going to happen at any moment if Zane kept up like that.
My fiancé seemed to intuit this as he pulled my cock out of his mouth and stroked its length up and down. I breathed in and out several times, my chest heaving, as I still hadn’t come down from the sensation.
He rose to his feet again, stared deeply into my eyes, and kissed me once more. I shoved him down onto the bed and he bounced off the mattress. Staring down at his bulge, I couldn’t even conceive of how badly I wanted that cock.
I dropped to my knees and buried my face in his crotch, stroking my tongue up his bulge. I kissed it several times but wouldn’t nibble and suck on it first. I wanted to taste it too badly to wait.
I took the head into my mouth, savoring the perfect taste, and flicking it with my tongue.
Zane made this weird sound, not quite a moan and not quite a gasp.
The sound almost seemed panicked, but I knew he’d entered the throes of ecstasy.
I swirled my tongue around the head, making him feel every bit of it, while my free hand jerked him off at the root of his dick.
His hand clamped down on the top of my head, forcing his cock entirely into my mouth. The trick here would be to avoid gagging. That was what he really wanted, right? For me to take him whole like a pro?
Well, I would show him what I could do.
When I failed to gag, Zane pulled his cock back. I took him out of my mouth and stroked him for a second. Then he stuffed his meat back into my mouth, forcing my head down and his length into my throat.
Again, I didn’t gag, taking him like a real sport.
I took him out of my mouth and stroked my tongue across his balls.
I took one nut into my mouth and sucked on it gently.
I listened as Zane’s breathing quickened.
I had the sense that I hadn’t brought him as close to orgasm as he had with me, and I wanted to keep going until I brought him to the brink.
My head bobbed up and down over his cock, jerking him with one hand, and tickling the underside of his balls with the other.
Zane lifted his ass up off the bed, forcing his cock deep into my mouth once more, but I knew that wasn’t deliberate.
He’d done it because the pleasure I’d brought him forced him to.
“That’s a good boy,” he said. “Keep doing it like that. Good boy!”
As Zane’s breathing picked up, and grew erratic, I knew I’d brought him close to orgasm. But I didn’t want him to explode right now. I wanted him to go the distance.
Apparently, my fiancé was thinking the same thing, because he pulled his cock out of my mouth, and leaped to his feet.
He slid his fingers under my chin and made me look up at him.
“Come on, man,” he said. “I want you to fuck me.”
I smiled hugely.
Zane didn’t have to tell me twice.
I rose to my feet and threw my arms around him once more. Our lips met, as I squeezed him tight, letting our bare chests mash against one another. Anything to savor the moment.
When I released him, I put my hands on his shoulders, spun him around, and bent him over the bed. Then I brought my hand down on his ass, and the cracking noise reverberated throughout the room.
I grabbed a nearby bottle of lube, popped the cap open, and squirted a dollop onto my cock. I used my hand to spread it all over. Then I slid a greased-up finger into Zane’s ass to prepare him for the big moment.
Then I inched up behind him and opened his legs wider. My hands on his ass, I spread the cheeks open to make way for my cock. Finally, I brought my hard member to his hole and pushed it in ever so slightly at first. I heard a tiny gasp leave my fiance’s lips, a sound that only turned me on more.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
“Uh, huh.”
“Are you totally sure?”
“Yeah, dude, let me fucking have it.”
So, I pushed my cock in slowly and steadily, listening to his protracted groan, until I was balls deep. Fully inside him now, I ran my hands up and down his back and then clamped my hands down on his side. My head thrust back, savoring the sweet warmth that enveloped my cock.
I pushed back and forth. At first, Zane’s hole felt tight, prohibitive. Even though I’d fucked him my share of times, he never felt terribly loose.
That didn’t have to be all bad.
He moaned several times when I invaded him slowly. Soon, I loosened him up enough to gather speed. That made him lift his head and crane his neck back. Several panicked moans and groans emanated from his mouth as I fucked him at a harder and faster pace.
I raised my hand and then brought it down onto his ass, causing an even louder cracking noise than before.
He cried out. That was the sound that I absolutely love to hear.
“You like that, huh?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Tell me you like it.”
“I like it.”
“Shout it out for me, babe.”
“I like it!”
“Tell me you love it.”
“I love it!”
My hands on his hips now controlled him entirely as I fucked him harder and faster. My hand slapped his ass hard again. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as I fucked him.
“Tell me I’m fucking sexy,” I said.
“You’re fucking sexy!”
Then I reached forward and clamped my hands down onto his shoulders, driving into him with all the power and force my body could manage. His head thrust back, and he groaned a little more with each thrust.
I swore I was going to come. I didn’t want to, but an orgasm threatened like you wouldn’t believe. So, I pulled out of my fiancé, and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my chest to his back.
“Don’t stop,” he said. “Please, don’t ever fucking stop.”
“You want more, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Tell me, Daddy, please.”
“Daddy, please.”
I pulled him back to his feet, turned him around straight, and then pushed him down onto the bed. I climbed on top with him and pulled him around, so he lay on the bed lengthwise. Then I opened his legs and burrowed my way within.
I lifted his legs enough that I could slide my cock back into his ass. It didn’t happen quite as fluidly as you might think. I still had to ease my way back in but that meant hearing more moaning and groaning from Zane. I knew that he could feel every last inch of me.
Once I was fully inside him again, I picked up speed immediately, fucking him hard and fast with no mercy. The beauty of fucking him in his position was that it allowed me to see his facial expression as I plowed him. His mouth hung open and his eyes widened, like he was in shock.
I kept fucking him until I thought I might collapse. I’d fallen out of hockey shape thanks to my injury, but I thought I would still have trouble with this while in peak form.
Still, I wanted to make this one count.
Zane grabbed his cock and proceeded to jerk it hard.
I kept fucking him at the same pace, unwilling to relent.
Finally, he squeezed his eyes shut as come spurted out of his cock.
His mouth hung wide open, making it look like an O.
That only made me want to quicken my pace though I knew I couldn’t.
As badly as I wanted that, my body had limits.
Moments later, tension built below my waist, but soon it consumed my entire body. I was going to come, and I knew this orgasm would be monumental. When I pulled out, one shot of come all but flew out of the tip of my cock, making a streak up Zane’s chest. Two more followed.
In the end, I collapsed on top of him.
I rolled off a few minutes later. We lay in bed together, staring up at the ceiling, our chests heaving.
“You did pretty good for a guy coming off a fractured neck,” Zane said.
“Why act so surprised? I’ve had to save up all my energy during the time I was injured.”
We both laughed.
I reached over and took his hand in mine.
“You think you can get used to a lifetime of this?” I asked.
“I think I already have.”