The Hot Zone
Chapter
23
"Let's
go upstairs," Carly said softly, taking Zander by the hand and leading
the way.
Zander knew that Sonny was following him. Again, to be expected. But what
surprised him was the fact that Jason was in the bedroom when they got there.
Naked Jason. Zander was confused. He looked at Sonny. "What's going
on?"
It
was Jason who answered. "Just let it happen, Zander," he whispered.
Zander
felt strong fingers fisting in his hair and then Jason was kissing him and it
was familiar and almost welcome. He could feel Carly's hands moving over him,
undressing him. Jason broke the kiss just long enough to help and once Zander
was naked, they all moved to the bed. Zander watched Carly lay down and
realized she was now naked too. He didn't need prodding to move over her. He
let his fingers move between her legs and she was wet for him. He wanted to
taste her and made to move between her legs, but Jason stopped him.
"Lie
down," Jason ordered, pushing Zander down onto his back.
"I
want to taste you," Zander protested, reaching out for Carly.
She smiled at him. "You will, baby. She moved over his face, her knees
straddling his head, then she pressed down so that he could reach her slick
folds.
Zander lapped at Carly even as his fingers slid inside her. Then he felt it, a
warm, wet, mouth closing over his cock and he knew that it was Jason. Zander
moaned as he was suckled to hardness, then fingers were kneading his balls. He
moaned again, the sound vibrating against Carly's womanhood and it was enough
to send her into orgasmic bliss. Zander lapped at her juices and knew he was
close to following her with his own release. But then Carly was moving away,
shifting over his hips now, and Zander watched as Jason helped guide her down
on his cock. And then he felt her wet tightness sheathing him and Zander was
surprised he didn't cum in that moment. But he held on as Carly rode him. Then
Jason was looming over him, then kissing him, tasting Carly on Zander's lips.
And just as Zander was about to come, he felt Carly slide off him and he
whimpered. He pulled away from Jason's kiss and begged,
"Please…please.." He needed release badly.
"On
your hands and knees," Jason ordered, helping Zander to reposition
himself. Then he pressed a slick finger into Zander's opening.
"Fuck!"
Zander hissed, as the knuckle brushed his hot spot, even as Jason's free hand
wrapped around Zander's cock and stroked him. Then he was coming, hard and
long as his body trembled at the effort to stay on his hands and knees. Then
he was rocked forward as Jason breeched him. Zander hissed as the thick cock
pressed into him. Then fingers were gripping his hips and he cried out at the
stretch and burn as Jason pushed, relentlessly, inside him. All the way in and
it was too much. Zander tried to shift away but Jason wrapped an arm around
his waist and hauled him back into his lap so that Zander was spitted on his
cock.
Carly
moved in front of Zander, cupping his face and kissing him. Then she
whispered. "God this is so fucking hot. You guys are so beautiful."
She kissed Zander again. "You were made for this, baby. So beautiful...so
sexy...I love seeing you like this." She kissed him again and again until
they were both panting.
Then
Jason began to move, shifting Zander over him. Shallow thrusts but it was
enough because he was buried so deep inside. Then he shifted position so that
he brushed over Zander's hot spot.
"Please...please,"
Zander begged, and he wasn't sure what he was begging for. Only Jason went
still again and it was pleasure and pain for Zander. He let himself rest fully
against Jason, then he felt fingers on his jaw, turning his head so that Jason
could kiss him. Zander let Jason's tongue ravish his mouth, but then the cock
inside him pulsed, reminding him of how hard and thick it was inside him and
Zander began to move.
"My
way," Jason hissed in his ear, then he was shoving Zander back onto his
hands and knees and he gripped the slim hips and began thrusting in and out of
him, hard and fast.
Zander moaned as Jason fucked him, then he felt the warm wetness of Jason's
release and it was a relief that it was over. There was a burning feeling as
Jason slid out of him then Zander reached for a blanket as he slid off the
bed. He moved to face Sonny who had stroked himself to release watching them.
"Am I done now?" Zander asked.
Sonny
shook his head. "Go shower. You're doing a private dance for a husband
and wife client. You'll service them afterwards. So shower then nap. They're
expecting you in three hours."
"I
need to call Nikolas."
"I'll tell him you're working. He'll understand."
Zander nodded. There
was nothing else he could do. He left the room and headed for his own room. He
showered and when he came out of the bathroom, wearing a pair of light sweats,
he was surprised to see Jason sitting on the bed. A dressed Jason. "What
do you want?" Zander asked.
Jason
patted the bed. "Come
lie down."
"Go away,
Jason," Zander whispered, even as he obeyed. He was too tired to fight.
"On
your stomach," Jason ordered. When Zander obeyed he moved over him and
started massaging his shoulders and back. "Sleep."
Zander closed his eyes and let himself relax. Jason knew what he was doing,
Zander had to give him that. And in a heartbeat he was a asleep.
*
* * * *
Zander
danced for the couple. Marissa and Jacob Salinger. Afterwards they went into
one of the private rooms at the club and there wasn't much for Zander to strip
off. As he stood naked before them, Zander tried to detach himself from the
moment. When Marissa told him to fuck her, he closed his eyes and pretended it
was someone else. Anyone else. But when Jacob pulled Zander onto his lap, his
cock pressing deep inside him, it was hard to be detached. So Zander tried to
take control. He set the pace and the rhythm, literally fucking himself on
Jacob's cock. He used every trick he knew to make the man cum faster.
Clenching his inner muscles every time the cock pressed inside him. Pushing
himself down harder each time, taking the thickness deeper. And when he felt
Jacob's release flood his insides, Zander closed his eyes to hold back tears.
*
* * * *
When
Zander got home, Nikolas was asleep and he was grateful. He couldn't face him.
He had showered at the club, but Zander showered again. He felt dirty in a way
he couldn't describe and he didn't want Nikolas to touch him. He didn't want
the dirt to rub off on his lover. So Zander scrubbed his skin until it felt
raw, but he still didn't feel clean. And when he came out of the bathroom,
Nikolas was awake and waiting for him.
"Come
to bed," Nikolas invited.
"I
thought you were sleeping?" Zander's tone was sharp and he winced. He
wasn't mad at Nikolas, but he couldn't stop himself from lashing out.
Nikolas
slid from the bed. He was naked. "What's wrong?" he asked.
Zander
shook his head. "Nothing."
"Talk
to me, Zander. You know can tell me anything."
"Okay. Zander plastered a cold smile on his face as he gave Nikolas the
details. "I did a private dance for a married couple. Then I fucked her
and then her husband fucked me. He's bigger than you are, in case you were
wondering." Zander saw the pain that flickered in Nikolas' dark eyes.
Pain that he had inflicted and Zander hated it. He hated himself. But he
couldn't stop himself from pouring salt in the wounds. "Is that enough
detail for you? Or should I tell you about the threesome I had at Sonny's
before that? Carly is quite the freaky bitch really--" Zander broke off
when a hand cracked against his cheek. He stared at Nikolas in disbelief.
Nikolas
glared at Zander. "Lash out all you want, Zander. I know what you're
doing. You're trying to hurt me because you're hurt. You think if you lash out
enough times I'll walk away. But I won't. I'm not going anywhere. I don't care
who you fucked or who fucked you. When we're together, when I'm inside you and
we're connected...it's not about sex. It's about love. And there is nothing
you can do to change that!"
Zander
had to close his eyes to hold back an onslaught of tears. "I'm
sorry," he whispered, brokenly.
"I
know...I know you are." Nikolas pulled Zander into his arms. "But
this isn't your fault, Zander. I don't blame you." Nikolas pulled back to
kiss the reddened spot on Zander's cheek. "Come to bed. I want to hold
you."
"I
feel dirty," Zander whispered, resisting the pull towards the bed.
Nikolas
wouldn't let go of Zander. "Don't do that to yourself, Zander. You're not
dirty and you won't get me dirty...okay?"
It wasn't okay. But Zander let Nikolas push him down onto the bed and wrap him
in his warm embrace. And after a while Zander let himself relax and he drifted
off to sleep.
*
* * * *
"You
seem agitated today, Zander," Gail stated. "Want to talk about
why?"
Zander
huffed out a sigh then stopped pacing to glare at Dr. Baldwin. "I'm
agitated about being here. I hate it!"
Gail
nodded. "We both know that, but you came anyway."
"For Nikolas."
"Yes…for Nikolas." Gail scribbled a few notes on her pad.
"Did you work last night?"
Zander dropped into the closest chair and closed his eyes. He didn't want to
do this. "Yes…I worked. And yes I had sex. Are we done now?"
Gail
tapped her pen against the notepad until Zander's eyes opened and he glared at
her in annoyance. "Did you enjoy the sex?"
"Not
of your goddamn business!" Zander shouted. Then he felt something inside
him snap. He was out of the chair and ripping the notebook out of Dr.
Baldwin's hand. He flung it across the room. Then he moved to her desk and
brushed everything off it with the sweep of one arm. Zander then grabbed the
nearest lap and he enjoyed the crash it made as it hit the wall. But even as
he searched for something else to throw, heavy hands were upon him, bearing
him down to the floor and pinning him there. Then Dr. Baldwin was looming over
him and he saw the syringe in her hand. Panic flared through Zander.
"No…NO! Don't…please!" he begged her. But even as the words left
his mouth, Zander felt the pinprick in his arm and everything faded to black.
