Jakob
Getting off work in the early hours of the morning sucks for multiple reasons, but the main one is because of the fear instilled in me over the years by a little blonde woman who has me jumped and thrown into a fucking fighting ring every few weeks. It’s been weeks since the last time when I caught a haymaker to the jaw. I got a text from her earlier saying she’s out of town, but that doesn’t mean her goons are.
Keeping my head on a swivel constantly sucks, and if it wasn’t for the hanging threat of killing Declan and the retribution that will be brought to my family’s front door if I refuse to cooperate, I’d go to the cops. I don’t know if these threats are empty or not, but the way my stomach churns every time they’re hurled my way makes me think that they’revery much credible.
Sliding behind the wheel of my gray Chevrolet Silverado, I lock the doors and sag back against the leather seat. I’m exhausted, and I’m annoyed that I can never truly relax because of the fear that they’re around every corner waiting for me. The drive to my house from the bar takes seven minutes in the middle of the night when the rest of my small town is sleeping.
Pulling up to my house, I move almost mechanically as I go inside and kick off my shoes. My clothes magically disappear as I move into my room until I’m naked and face planting into my mattress. I’ll pick up my clothes when I wake up. Right now I’m too tired. It doesn’t take long before sleep pulls me under and dreams of deep emerald eyes and soft, plump lips find me.
The next morning my head is pounding. My mouth feels like it’s filled with sandpaper, and I need a shower as soon as humanly possible. I want to go back to sleep, but the way my phone buzzes against the hardwood floor has me groaning and smacking the ground to the side of my bed before my hand encases the offending device. I don’t check the caller I.D. I just hit the accept button while bringing the phone to my ear.
“Hello?” I’m still half asleep and I can hear the gravel in my morning voice ricocheting down the line.
“You still asleep?” The sound of Declan’s voice has my dick coming to life. Fuck it. I flip onto my back and grip the base of my shaft in my palm, causing me to have to bite back my groan.
“Mmm, I was. What time is it?” I begin to stroke myself slowly.
“Just after nine. What are your plans today?” His voice sounds strained, which makes me wonder if he’s doing the same thing I am.
No, that’s impossible. I’m a fucking weirdo for jerking off to the sound of us having a casual conversation. There’s no way he’s also doing it. Still, I’m curious.
“What are you doing right now, Dec?” I decide to push, and when his breath catches, I realize maybe I’m not as crazy as I initially thought.
Declan oozes confidence and dominance. It practically seeps out of his pores. However, after yesterday I know there’s at least a small part of him that likes being submissive too. He thinks he has me figured out, but no part of me submits to anything in the bedroom. I’m extremely laid back in everyday life, but behind closed doors I’m in charge, or I don’t want to play. I won’t lie, the way he smarted back to me yesterday made my body light up, and not with the need to force submission, but that was a fluke, obviously.
“Answer me, Declan.” I growl out at him when he takes too long to answer.
“I’m fucking my hand, is that what you want to know, Jakob?” He huffs in annoyance, but he groans right after.
“Yeah. That’s exactly what I wanted to know.” I answer smugly as I tighten my grip on my own cock and continue to stroke up and down my shaft, using my thumb to swipe over the tip every few passes.
“Why’s that?” His voice slides through the line as smooth as silk.
“Because I am too.” Finally, I allow myself to release a low groan as I twist my hand slightly while I continue with my movements.
“What are you thinking about, Jake?”
“You, Dec. Always you.” I move my hand quicker, building up to a mind-numbing pace with just the right amount of pressure.
“What if I was there? What would you want me to do if I were at your house right now?” He pushes. His groans echoing down the line spurring me on.
“Fuck. I dreamt about you sucking my dick last night. I want you on your knees choking on my cock until I see fucking stars.” I can feel the heat in the base of my spine as I race closer to the finish line.
“You’re close. I can hear it in your voice.” He sounds just as strained as I do.
“So close. I’m almost there.” I’m desperate to finish, but something’s missing.
“Come for me, Chaos. Come down my fucking throat.” He groans out my name in the next second as the unmistakable sound of him coming sets me off. White hot pleasure consumes me as my release covers my hand and lower stomach.
Declan and I stay on the phone while we catch our breath.
“Holy shit.” Declan finally chokes out.
“Come over.” I blurt out before I have a chance to back out.
“Jake, I don’t want to pressure–”
“Get your ass over here in the next ten minutes or I’m locking my doors and going back to sleep.” I hang up and hop out of bed. He’s going to be here in five minutes, I’d guarantee it. I need to clean up the mess I just made and my clothes from last night before he comes crashing in here.
