13. Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
Zeke
It had been a week since Carlotta’s surgery, and it was her first day back at school. She’d been climbing the walls, desperate to return, but until she’d been cleared by the consultant, she’d had to stay home.
Rory had worked from home as much as he could, but some meetings needed to be in person. I’d offered to stay with Carlotta and been surprised when he’d readily agreed.
Both of them being under the same roof, with no escape from either of them, were making things tense.
Carlotta hated being home. She wasn’t bedridden but became easily frustrated when she couldn’t do what she wanted to with her arm.
Fortunately, the splint protected it, but it made simple tasks difficult, especially eating.
I waited in the hallway as Rory finished packing her lunch.
“Now you call me if anything happens. If your arm hurts, you call me. You see anyone suspicious, you call me. Do you understand?”
He handed her her lunch, and I slung her backpack over my shoulder.
“I got it, Papa, but I’ll be fine. Zeke will walk me to school. My friends are dying to meet him.”
That was all I needed. A gaggle of fresh-faced tweens with a crush.
“Don’t go anywhere until I come back. I’ll take you to work. Be ready.”
Rory and I had got on well since the day at the hospital. I’d seen a vulnerable side to him, which my demon found endearing, or that was the impression I got from him.
He’d been positively docile seeing Rory every day, and I was missing the ornery bastard I’d lived with all my life.
If this was what it was like having a mate, doubts were creeping in. Mal was tired of talking to me, tired of my questions, but who else was I going to ask?
I’d approached Dad, and he’d laughed. Loudly. I’d ended the call and vowed never to talk to him again about it. I didn’t need his brand of humour.
The other downside to this was the lack of sex. It had been weeks, but every time I considered going out and having some fun, I would hurt so badly I could hardly move.
Damn fucking demon showed his mean side then.
The best I’d managed was a wank in the shower at night or a swift orgasm each morning before I left my apartment.
That settled him enough to be around Rory, wanting to tear the clothes from him.
Not that I’d complain. The more time I’d spent with him, the more I enjoyed his company. I wasn’t just a bodyguard. We’d become friends.
Today would be the first day I’d be on my own since the day of the failed kidnap attempt.
The walk to school took no time at all, and if it hadn’t been for her entourage, we’d have got there a lot sooner. They all wanted to have a look at her scar before they got to school, and when they weren’t doing that, they were pushing and shoving each other, all wanting to walk next to me.
Normally, I’d be happy being fought over by a bunch of females, but these were hormonal teenagers.
“Oh, who’s your friend, Carlotta?”
“Who is this handsome man, and how do we get one?”
“Oh my god, he’s so fit.”
Carlotta sniggered along with them, and by the time we arrived at the school, I was exhausted.
“Well, who do we have here?” If I thought the girls were bad, the mothers were even worse. I was surrounded by cougars and barely made it back to the apartment in one piece.
I knocked furiously on the door and, as Rory opened it, rushed through it. I slammed it behind me, and leant against it, my breath coming quickly.
“What happened? Were the men outside again?”
I shook my head, trying to catch my breath.
“No…” I wheezed, “Mothers, women, lots of them. I feared for my life.”
Rory threw his head back and roared with laughter.
“They are animals! Do you know how many I had to fight off when Carlotta first started there? And it only got worse when they found out I was a widower. I should have warned you. I’m sorry.”
“You’re not sorry at all. You knew what you were doing when you sent me there. I thought we were friends, Rory.”
“Aww, poor Zeke. Frightened by a bunch of women.”
“Well, you could always take her tomorrow.”
“Oh, no. That’s your job now. I stay here and get ready for work. Talking of which, can we leave now, or do you need a minute?”
“Cheeky bastard. I’m ready. Let’s go.”
I picked up the bag I’d brought with me and shook out a leather jacket and helmet.
He looked at me, aghast.
“Did you think we were taking a taxi? The quickest way to get to work is on the bike. Suit up. I’ll have you there in a jiffy.”
The look on Rory’s face was priceless. I should have taken a picture to show Carlotta later.
“I’m wearing a suit, Zeke. I can’t go to work on a motorbike.”
“And the suit looks good on you, but we’re going on the bike. Get the jacket on. Let’s go, Rory. Time’s a-ticking.”
I’d been on guard around him, but we’d found a happy medium. My demon was fully invested, and I was enjoying his company. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say my attraction towards him had grown.
“I always wanted one of these.” Rory stood on the pavement. He stroked his hand along the bike, his touch delicate. I shivered despite the warmth of the jacket. How would his hand feel on my naked flesh? How would his skin feel beneath my touch?
I touched his elbow. “Maybe one day you can take her for a ride. Just be gentle.”
He looked at me over his shoulder. “I always am. Although hard is good too.”
Were we still talking about the same thing? He parted his lips, and the tip of his pink tongue glistened.
“You need to wear protection.” I swallowed and handed him the helmet. Since when did Zeke the player get flustered?
“It’s definitely important to wear protection.” He winked and placed the helmet on his head. His curls would be flattened by the time he took it off, but I liked him dishevelled, and I thought of all the ways I could make that happen.
I swung my leg over the bike and started the engine, feeling the pulse of the engine through my entire body. It never failed to please me.
Rory slid on behind me, his thighs against mine, his groin wedged between my arse and the back of the bike. This was definitely going to be a ride to remember.
He slipped his arms around my waist, and my cock jumped.
My demon purred, and I shook my head. Damn fool was a sucker for the guy, although I’d have to admit he was growing on me too.
I revved the engine, and Rory tightened his arms. Was that a yelp I heard?
I checked my mirrors and pulled away from the kerb, slipping effortlessly into the traffic. I manoeuvered through cars and buses, mindful of the passenger on the back.
It’d been a while since I’d ridden with a passenger, and it took some getting used to, but he leant into the corners when I did, and when I braked, his body slid closer to mine. If I wasn’t mistaken, Rory was enjoying the ride a little too much.
I shifted in my seat, deliberately pressing into him. Yep, definitely something going on behind me. I wasn’t complaining, and thoughts of what we could get up to raced through my mind.
It wouldn’t be the first time I’d had sex on a motorbike. Yes, it could be uncomfortable and a little tricky, but it wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility.
Images of him gazing up at me as I entered him filled my mind. Half-closed eyes, a flush across his cheeks and chest as he canted his hips to meet me. It was a fantasy, no more, no less, but I gunned the engine to chase away the erotic vision.
By the time we arrived at the office, I knew without a shadow of a doubt his dick was as hard as mine. I couldn’t wait to get home to relieve the pressure. Demon boy needed some sexual gratification.
As he got off, he stumbled and placed a firm hand on my shoulder to steady himself. Despite the thickness of my jacket, the warmth of his palm seared my skin.
I stifled a groan, and the desire to jerk off intensified.
He removed the helmet and shook out his hair.
“My legs are a bit wobbly.” I was right about his hair and resisted the yearning to ruffle it. “Do you want these, or should I hold on to them?”
“Considering we’ll be doing this again later, hang on to them. I’ll pick you up at six.”
I lowered my gaze and stared at the bulge in his trousers. Thankfully, the visor shielded my eyes from his.
I needed to get laid. Abstinence wasn’t something I practised, and if I didn’t leave now, there was every chance I’d do something that’d get us both arrested.
“What is it about you?” He frowned. “You’re so familiar, yet I know I’d remember someone like you.”
“No doubt about that. I’m memorable.” I was going to for flippant but came across as cocky.
“I’d best go. See you at six, and make sure you look after Carlotta.”
I nodded and watched as he hoisted his bag on his shoulder. The jacket fit him well. It also gave me satisfaction to see him wearing something of mine.
He waved to a colleague and walked swiftly to catch them up. How was I ever going to broach the subject of mates? I’d come this far, and any early misgivings I’d had about him were swiftly being eroded one by one.
Unless I wanted to endure the wrath of my demon, I had to think of something and quick. But first, my dick needed some attention before I went full demon and it ripped out of my leathers.
I drove like the wind, parked in the underground car park of my apartment block, and waited impatiently for the lift to take me to the penthouse.
I’d barely made it through the door before my demon demanded he be released.
I stripped off and stood in the hallway, stark bollock naked, pre-cum drizzling onto the tiled floor. Demons made an inordinate amount, allowing us to forgo the use of lube.
I wrapped my hand around my cock, coating it in the slick liquid.
“More.” The voice sounded in my head. With little effort, my full demon appeared, tail and all. It slithered up my legs and wrapped the reptilian scales around the base of my balls, tighter and tighter.
Edging myself, I wanked slowly, gliding my hands along the length. Would Rory be able to take me? Had he ever been with a man?
Those thoughts had no place in my head right now, and the image I’d had before played in my head.
Rory, lying on my bed, open and ready for me to feed him every one of my twelve inches.
“Play with yourself,” I demanded. He reached for his dick, but that wasn’t what I wanted to see. “Finger it.”
He widened his eyes but did as I asked and slid in an index finger. He’d need more than that, and as I watched, he slipped in another and another until he was wide for me.
It wouldn’t be comfortable, but I knew he’d be begging for more the moment I entered him.
I stroked myself faster as the movie in my head skipped forward and I was in him. His hole clenched around my thickness.
He gasped as I thrust into him, slowly at first, but as he loosened up, I slid in farther.
“Fuck. I didn’t know it’d feel so good. Make me fly, Zeke.”
I could do that. By now, I was balls deep, his heat enveloping me. I’d never felt anything like it in all my years.
The tightness around my balls intensified, and I worked myself harder, chasing my orgasm.
In my fantasy, I held his legs in the air and pounded into him, my heavy balls slapping against him. His frantic movements as he masturbated, every muscle in his body tight. I stretched his legs wide, giving me more access and watched as the bulge of my cock appeared on his stomach.
Yes, I was so deep inside him. My release neared, and I worked my hand faster and faster, the erotic images of him clear in my mind.
He shouted as he came, spunk hitting him on the chin. It was all I needed to see, and I shot my load all over the tiled floor. I imagined it leaking from his hole around my cock. There’d be so much. No stranger to the taste of my cum, I lapped at it.
In reality, I fell to my knees, unable to take my weight, so strong was my orgasm. All I wanted to do was sleep, but there was no one to clean up the mess but me.
I cleaned myself, mopped the floor, and fell into a dreamless sleep.