Don’t speak now, and definitely don’t think
ZACK
Is it strange to whip it out in the middle of an empty room the second you hear the front door slam shut? Probably. Even more so if you’re hoping the person who left would come back, just to catch you in the act. To make him see what he’s done to you. Yeah, that’s probably weird.
God, those eyes. The memory of them was enough to drive me out of my mind. I kept replaying what he said, telling me to strip and tear myself open. Why the hell does that get me so worked up? Have I always been this way, or is it just him?
It’s a cliché, right? “One guy made me gay…” Yeah, okay, whatever. But it’s not like I’m running to Ross and Kyle to see if they could fuck me the same way. Still… maybe I should meet more gay men.
I was slowing down, my grip loosening as my mind wandered. The room suddenly felt too big. The same room he had been in. He said I was making him crazy—me. Did he look this feral when he said he was going to bend me here and make me cry?
My breath quickened again, the edge creeping back. One hand braced against the wall as my moan tore from my throat, and I spilled my load right there on the floor.
.
I will skip commenting on the natural progression of things like me cleaning up the mess, or the fact that I jerked off again before bed, still thinking of him. And sure, I didn’t need to mention how I spent the next week driving past the fire station, scouring the area for a glimpse of him on my way to and from work.
Stan asked about the room on Monday. I told him it didn’t work out. I must’ve played it cool all week because Stan and Chad figured I was distracted by Lauren. But Ross and Kyle? Yeah, they were onto me. Definitely.
Couldn’t really blame them, though. I was hyper-aware of their presence, always catching myself staring at them, trying to act like I wasn’t. By Wednesday, Ross was giving me the eyebrow raise that told me he was about two seconds from dragging me into a corner and grilling me. I needed to get a grip. Fast.
Thu, May 26th, 2022.
Work again was a blur. I didn’t feel like hanging out with the guys afterward. So, I did what I’d been doing all week—drove by the station. And there he was. Zane. Laughing with two other guys, shoving each other around, wrestling over something in their hands like a couple of kids, while a third laughed at them as they rammed into each other. They kept laughing, and I realized I had pulled over and was staring at them.
Zane’s face was one colossal grin as his muscles bulged, and he roared victoriously, drawing a little black notebook out of that guy’s hands. That guy then started to chase Zane. He threw the notebook at the third guy, who opened it with a grin.
At first, I frowned, hoping they weren’t bullying the huge Nordic-looking guy, but by his face, this seemed more like a friendly brawl. I found myself smiling too, not realizing how long I’d been staring until Zane’s eyes locked with mine.
I froze. His smile dropped, replaced with something else.
He came over, and I gulped, instantly horny and flustered when Zane leaned to my window and knocked on the glass.
Fuck.
I felt a surge of heat, my body betraying me as my dick strained against my jeans. Zane knocked on the window again, and I nearly choked, scrambling to open it.
Zane scanned me first with a curious smirk until his eyes fell on my crotch. I followed his gaze and realized I was tenting a boner. I flushed. Damn it… I am so pent up these days. This is not good. The fact that the person I have been jerking to this past week was just wrestling with guys in front of me, and his muscles were bulging, didn’t help at all.
I raised my eyes, trying to find words that would make this less awkward, when I saw those fricking deep, dark hunting eyes that made me shake every time. Zane stared at me intently.
“Wait here, whore.”
I gulped, and not trusting my voice, all I managed was a slow nod, which made Zane take an aroused sharp inhale through his nose.
His black eyes gave me one last ominous glance, and then he left.
I sat there stunned, watching his broad back and thick legs jog to the station, ignoring the guys he was just with. They looked at me, puzzled, before turning after Zane.
Fuck… me…
.
A few minutes later, he returned. Changed. Jeans and a black sweater now. He paused, saying something to those guys quickly before pacing back to my car.
I watched him completely frozen as he walked to my passenger door and openly yelped when he opened it and sat down, staring at the road in front of us.
“Drive.”
“Zane…”
“We will talk after, whore. Don’t speak now, and definitely don’t think.”
Oh crap…
.
Those two minutes it took us to reach my house were the tensest I had ever experienced.
I parked in my driveway, fingers trembling on the wheel as I yanked the handbrake.
“Zane…” I tried, my voice cracking.
“I said don’t speak,” he let out a low rumble, this time his eyes flicking to mine. I noticed the bulge in his pants, his cock straining down his leg. The sight of it made me groan, earning a dark, satisfied look from him as his chest inflated.
Zane got out of the car first and came around to my door. He turned to me and peered at me demandingly… Damn… how did I get here?
My poor heart was beating so loud and fast that I could hear its beat against my eardrums as I walked up to him. He put his hands on his hips and widened his lats, making him even bigger as he broadened his chest and straightened his back. He looked at me in such a way that I felt like I really was a whore about to be used ruthlessly.
With a dry throat, I unlocked the door and walked in, holding it open for him. When he walked past me, his body filling the space, I forced myself to meet his eyes. I thought at first he would slam me against the wall, but he just stood there and stared at me.
My hand somehow managed to close the door, trapping me there with him.
I realized saying his name for the third time, expecting the same result of him shutting me up, was kind of pointless. So, I just stood there and let him roam with his eyes all over my face and body before he turned around and started walking up the stairs. I followed and saw him enter my bedroom. I took a deep breath and ascended the stairs, feeling my cock begging to rip the fabric of my pants.
I breathed sharply as I stepped through the door and saw his eyes on me. He waited. Stared at me silently. Peered at me with obvious intent. I came closer, shaking all over.
Zane reached out slowly and grabbed me by the hair.
“I want to unleash pure hell on you. I want to see you broken. Stop me now, whore, because once I start, I will fucking destroy you.”
My mouth opened to get more air in, a couple of deep, heavy breaths. My cock was raging, most probably leaking in my pants.
“Please, just wreck me!” I whispered to him, meaning every single word.
Zane spat in my face! He watched intently for my reaction as I twitched and impulsively tried to step back in revulsion, but my scalp hurt as he held me by my hair. I looked at him, absolutely stupefied.
Zane scanned my face closely and then pulled on my hair, making me kneel before him.
In a complete daze, I watched his second hand open his jeans and pull out his cock. His head was so red, leaking, raging with dissatisfaction.
“Eat, whore.”
It was as if on instinct, I opened my mouth without a single thought and felt him thrusting in.
“Fuck! Watch those teeth!”
I tried. I really did. But the more I tried, the clumsier I got, and I could tell it wasn’t working. After a few attempts, feeling him jerk back, I grew frustrated, not really knowing what to do. I tried sucking on his head, but we kept clashing against each other, and I could tell it wasn’t good. Nervously, I looked up in shame and worry.
Zane caressed my cheek, and I saw him smirk.
“Fine, whore, let’s try this again.” Zane pulled out, stepping back to peel off his sweater, followed by his shirt.
He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at me as I knelt before him.
“Come here.”
I obeyed, and he slid his fingers into my mouth, prying it open.
“Lick them.”
I swirled my tongue around his fingers, watching his eyes darken.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Zack?”
I closed my eyes, realizing I really did. I opened them and looked at him. I nodded.
“Do you want me to treat you like this?”
I kept sucking his fingers, nodding again, but more urgently this time. His sharp exhale vibrated through me, a moan spilling from my lips as my hands traced his legs, moving up until I could feel the ridges of his sculpted abs. His free hand grabbed mine, placing it on his hard, leaking cock. My fingers curled around the thick shaft, and I felt my mouth water as he pressed deeper into my throat. His other hand tightened in my curls, tugging me closer.
“Suck my cock, whore. Slow. And keep your teeth off. Understood?”
I nodded, and he guided my head with his grip, forcing me to take him in. No thrusting this time—just a slow, controlled rhythm as I bobbed on his cock, careful to shield him from my teeth. His grip in my hair softened as he stroked it, a contrast to the filthy words spilling from his lips.
“Yeah, that’s it. Slower. That’s more like it, whore. Much better. Take it slow. That’s it.”
I glanced up at him, and he was watching me with that intense stare. Abruptly, he pushed me off and stood, stripping off the last of his clothes. I was still fully dressed when he grabbed me by the hem of my jacket and threw me onto the bed, legs hanging off. He straddled me, pulling my hands to his body, and I needed no further instruction. My hands roamed his muscles, groping his chest, tugging at his nipples. He hissed, leaning closer.
“Suck on it. I know you want to.”
I latched onto his nipple, sucking hard, the taste of his skin driving me mad.
“Bite,” he demanded.
I bit down, and he groaned, massaging my scalp with rough hands. “More. Keep going.”
I attacked his chest with renewed hunger, biting and sucking my way to his other nipple, moaning as I went.
“Fuck, yeah… my hungry whore…” His words had a cruel edge, as he pressed me to him harder, his voice rumbling above me in groans. “Fuck, yes, man. More.”
I sucked and licked around the hard, wrinkled tissue, and, like a man possessed, I feasted on it, biting my way to the other side to reach the second one, moaning the whole time.
“That’s it, my hungry whore. Yes…”
After a while, his nipples were red and swollen. Zane pulled me off him, holding my hair and jaw. Then he looked deeply at me, scanning my face intently before gripping my jaw tightly and forcing it open.
“Do you want me to kiss you now or spit in that mouth?”
I arched my back under him as a jolt ran through me. “Both!”
Zane smirked cruelly and rammed his mouth onto mine. His tongue dominated my mouth, wrestling mine as if he wanted to devour me whole. When he pulled back and spat into my mouth, I groaned, tugging hard on his nipple in retaliation. He growled, diving back to unleash more carnage on my lips. This time, rougher, more unhinged. My lips would be wrecked tomorrow, and the thought alone sent a shudder through me.
I cocked my head back, shaking, “Zane! Fuck! I think I’m going insane!”
“Trust me, man! You fucking will be by the time I’m finished with you! I kept thinking the whole week about what I’d do to you! You shouldn’t have come! You’re done for!”
“Then why am I still fucking dressed?!”
“Because I fucking love that suit on you!”
I chuckled as he started licking my ear and moved to my neck. “So you do like guys in suits?” I said with a grin.
“I suppose I like treating one like a whore.” He peered into my eyes, and my smirk vanished, replaced by a famished stare.
“Please, Zane, just fucking destroy me already!”
His eyes locked with mine, and my smirk faltered, replaced by raw need.
“Say it again, whore.”
“Please… Zane, fuck me already!”
Zane pinned my wrists above my head, grinding his hard cock against my still-clothed crotch, the friction sending shocks through me.
“Fuck! I’d tie you down right now!”
“Do it!”
Zane looked around.
“That tall black closet!”
Zane raised a brow and went to open it.
“Man! You climb?”
“Yeah.”
“These are too long.”
“Just cut them.”
Zane looked at me like I had just committed sacrilege. “You serious? Most of these are a couple of hundred dollars each. Are you that rich?”
Damn… He fucking knows climbing gear! I was even more interested in this god now!
“Where do you keep the slings?”
“That grey-green box.”
Zane opened it and frowned. “Man! Are you joking? You depend on these things with your life; don’t tell me you’ve just chucked them here with the carabiners.”
“Man, I thought you were going to fuck me, not audit my climbing gear.”
“Audit? What are you, an accountant?”
“Yes, actually.”
Zane grinned. “Cool. Now. Seriously?” he pointed at the box.
“Man! Take one and tie me up with it or leave it.”
“Patience, whore. I just appreciate we have more in common than the way we like to fuck.”
I smiled and sat on the bed. “I have to say I like that too.”
Zane came over with a few slings, knelt on the bed between my legs with a grin.
“Your hands, Zack.”
I raised a brow and gave them to him.
“I have some old ropes that I don’t use anymore, but they’re probably tangled, so it’d take a while before we could use them.” Zane glanced at me and shook his head.
“Barbaric.”
I laughed out loud. “So, you’re the neat organizing type?”
“Not particularly, but with some things, I’m strict.”
“Like?”
“Like things that could kill you if not used correctly.”
I tilted my head, watching him. “Maybe you should use that fifty-meter one. I like watching you tie my hands. It’d be interesting to see how you’d tie my body.”
That look again… damn, have I ever been so aroused by a woman looking at me like that?
“We can try it sometime.”
“So there’ll be a next time after this?”
“I don’t know. You tell me. You keep looking at me like a deer about to be hunted and devoured. Have you always liked it this way? You seemed quite confident with Gina.”
Zane pushed me down to lie on my back and raised my hands above my head. Then he combined a few slings and secured them with carabiners to my bed’s headboard. I lay there watching him, feeling my dick rise and fall in my pants as if it were trying to catch a breath along with me. Zane straddled me again, pulling my nude-colored jacket to the side, and began opening my black dress shirt underneath.
“If you’d worn a tie, I’d just use that.”
“I have ties.”
Zane chuckled. “Then next time, we can try that.”
“Really? How many next times are you planning on having?”
Zane looked at me, slid his fingers between two buttons on my shirt, and slowly opened the upper one. The soft touch of his fingers on my bare skin sent a jolt to my balls, straight up to my dick and stomach. I purred, not even trying to hold back now. Zane watched me as he kept opening my shirt like that, observing my face and gazing at my chest and my tenting cock, just inches from his own.
“I don’t know. I’m still exploring the possibilities.”
“Right.”
Zane’s tone shifted as he looked intently at me. “You haven’t answered, whore.”
“To what?”
“Have you always been such a craving,” he uncovered my left nipple and pulled on it harshly, “Little, dirty,” he pulled the shirt on the other side as well and squeezed the right nipple, making me groan and hiss, “Whore,” he humped against my still-clothed dick.
I breathed harshly as he leaned above my face, his lips just inches from mine. “That needs to be fucked hard so you can cry under me and beg for more?”
I pulled on the slings, arching my back to bring my chest closer to his, feeling him tugging on my nipples, watching those hunter’s eyes as I wanted to beg him to take me now!
“Fuck me! Please!”
“How do you want me to fuck you, whore?”
“I don’t care! Just use me, wreck me. Fucking destroy me!”
Zane twisted my nipples, making me scream, then descended on my crying mouth, sucking my tongue! Fuck me, I was lost! We made out again, and then he spat on me. I roared, and he smirked, smearing it all over my face. He buried his face in my shirt, licking and sucking my pecs and nipples, making me moan and pant. I kept humping him from below, desperate for him to release my cock but too embarrassed to say it out loud.
I was beside myself when he started to move down my body and finally opened my pants, pulling them down. Only then, in the fog of arousal, did a thought surface. Oh no…
“Zane…”
“Yes?”
“I can’t… I mean… I don’t have a condom.”
He buried his forehead in my chest with a frustrated groan.
“Seriously?”
“I didn’t think I’d be inviting a guy over to fuck me, man!” I said, feeling embarrassed but mostly disappointed.
“Man! I want to fuck you! Why did you come to the station, then?”
“Because I spent the whole fucking week jerking off thinking about you, you prick. Sorry, I wasn’t really thinking clearly. You were the one who sat in my car.”
“I thought you came there with that intention!”
“No! I didn’t… Your work just happens to be on my way home.”
“So you’re not even ready to take a dick?”
“What do you mean by that?”
He raised his brow and rubbed my crack over my briefs. Oh! “No…”
“Man, you’re killing me here!” he said, but smiled a little.
“You’re not mad?”
“I don’t even know what I am, Zack. No… well… we could still try. I don’t think you were ready before.”
“Well, no…” I still didn’t feel right about it now that I knew.
“You’re going to think about this the whole time now, aren’t you?”
I turned away, feeling embarrassed. The mood was gone.
“Fine. Let’s try it like this.” Zane untied me and pulled me up to sit. “I’m going to the store. I’ll get condoms. Do you at least have lube?”
“Actually, I usually use lotion.”
He chuckled. “Good thing I asked. I’ll buy the whole package. I hope I run into a few buddies while paying. Need anything else?” he grinned. I liked how laid-back he was about it.
“You can check if they have any rope,” I winked.
Zane laughed heartily. “I’m not going to that kind of store, but I’ll look. I swear, if I’m standing at the counter with condoms, lube, and rope, I won’t be able to pay from laughing too hard.”
“Then grab some chocolate.”
Zane grinned. “Fine. Condoms, lube, rope, and chocolate. Perfect date!”
We both laughed like crazy.
“I’ll handle my side of the embarrassment here.”
“Mine will be public, though,” he raised his brows playfully.
“Wanna switch?” I raised mine.
“No… for now, I’d rather be the one buying the condoms.”
“And lube, rope, and chocolate.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Zane… I know it’s a bit cliché, cleaning my ass so I can get fucked like a whore, but I’ve still never considered myself gay.” I smiled gently.
Zane smiled back, getting dressed and adjusting his cock. “I don’t care about that right now, man. Let’s just call it exploring our fantasies. That okay?”
“Sure. Thanks.”
Zane was about to leave the room when he turned back. “Can I take the keys?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Okay. Do you have any plans for the weekend?”
I looked at him. I did, actually, but now I was curious. “Why?”
“So I know how many condoms to buy.”
I smirked. “Buy a lot. Worst case, we’ll save them for future exploration.”
Zane grinned wide. “So lube, rope, chocolate, and lots of condoms!”
I laughed hard, watching him leave.