To Serve and Protect (7 page)

Jacob wanted so desperately to believe Vincent’s words, but his past actions spoke louder than his present words did. Racking his brain, he tried to make sense of all this. “Maybe you’re confusing the physical attraction for something more.”

Vincent stared deep into Jacob’s eyes and said, “No, I know it’s more than the sexual.”

One thing was for sure, no one could stare into another person’s eyes like this and lie without a speck of truth peeking through. No doubt, Vincent did truly believe what he just confessed to Jacob. Could that be? He needed to push this further.

Jacob sighed. “Then there is only one thing we can do now.”

Cupping Vincent’s face in his hands, he drew him closer to kiss him hard on the lips.

* * * *

Sparks flew in all directions! Vincent had certainly not expected this. What at first struck him with surprise now drowned him with desire. Jacob’s full, hot lips on his had Vincent’s heart drumming uncontrollably. Wrapping his arms around Jacob’s waist, he pulled him closer. Jacob moaned in pleasure, enticing Vincent to go further, He slipped his tongue into Jacob’s open mouth and slowly twirled his tongue around Jacob’s.

Jacob released Vincent’s face and slid his hands to the back of his head, one hand combing his hair in urgency while the other probed his back, going up and down his spine and around his ass cheeks. He pushed him closer to him and squeezed his pelvis against him.

Vincent let go of his lips and stared into Jacob’s eyes. There he saw the same hunger that boiled in his own veins. A hunger of lust and love. Both intertwined to create a euphoria easily at their grasp. Would Jacob allow him to lead them straight to it? When he brought his lips back to Jacob’s and Jacob sucked his lower lip, making his already-aroused cock jump to full attention, he got his answer clearly.

Jacob began to push his foot backward while holding him close so he wouldn’t fall. They made their way to the bed while Vincent tried to unbutton his shirt. Why the hell were the buttons so big for the holes? It seemed like an eternity before he got the first open.

Heat rose in him like boiling water in a pot. He needed to let the steam escape along with his desires. After having undone two buttons on his shirt and he reached the bed, patience suddenly dissolved to nonexistence and the wild animal in him took over.
To hell with the shirt.
Jacob could lend him one of his afterward. Tearing the cursed thing off of him, he threw it to the side.

Jacob didn’t stop his delectable attack on Vincent’s tongue with his erratic actions. Instead, his tongue pushed deeper into his mouth touching the palate at the back. His heavy panting and rock-hard cock that Vincent could feel exposed over the elastic top of his tight boxer briefs had pre-cum smearing Vincent’s hand as he touched him. The hot cum spread chills of excited goose bumps over Vincent’s hand, arm, and body as it cooled on his skin.

Jacob moaned on his contact and slipped his hands to Vincent’s cock, too. Only Vincent’s damn pants blocked his advances. He began to unbuckle his belt while Jacob undid the button and zipper of his denim jeans. Vincent’s cock broke free when he slid his pants and underwear downward, shimmying out of them.

He pushed down Jacob’s briefs, at the same time grabbing his ass cheeks and squeezing them closer to him. Jacob moaned in pleasure. Instead of throwing Vincent to the bed and having his way with him, like Vincent anticipated and hoped for, Jacob bent to his knees and brought his fiery lips to Vincent’s cock.

Mercy! But the man’s mouth and tongue could bring down the mighty army of ancient Rome.
Vincent closed his eyes and let Jacob do his magic. With each thrust he made, Jacob let him deeper down his throat. The friction of the movements and Jacob’s pumping hand had Vincent’s ears drumming, thanks to his speeding heartbeat. A light perspiration formed on Vincent’s skin as his body tried to cool the raging passions building in him, and as it chilled, it caused more pleasure.

Back and forth he moved, pushing Jacob’s head closer to him, thus allowing his cock to slip deeper and deeper down Jacob’s throat. He opened his eyes to see Jacob stared at him with his blue eyes and a sexual hunger for domination. Vincent knew that Jacob controlled his pleasures, not him. Seeing that lust in his eyes and feeling the strong emotions bubbling deep within him was all that was needed to send Vincent over the edge of climax. His balls tightened, and the cum traveled up and exploded in wave after wave of pleasure into Jacob’s mouth.

Jacob swallowed the cum and stared at Vincent with the same intense hunger as before, making the hunger in Vincent increase rather than diminish.

Jacob said with his intense stare never wavering, “I want to fuck you now.”

A shiver of icy excitement climbed Vincent’s spine as his heated body cooled and his cock became harder still. Without a word, he continued to gaze into Jacob’s eyes, feeling the connection they shared, not only a sexual and physical one but something even stronger and more bonding. It made them one in some way.

He turned, closed his eyes, and placed his hands on the bed for leverage, waiting with bated breath for Jacob to fuck him. But instead of feeling Jacob’s heated hands or cock, he felt a cold and hard object surround his wrists. Opening his eyes in surprise, he saw Jacob was handcuffing his hands together.

In a deep, sexy voice, Jacob said, “You asked me before if I preferred to be the slave or the master. The answer is both, depending on my mood. And you…”

Vincent’s voice trembled with anticipation. “What was my preference?”

“You like to be the master, but there were times when you wanted to be the slave instead.”

Vincent licked his lips, imagining sexual positions. “Mmm, like now.”

“Yeah, like now. You also used to like to be cuffed when I fucked you from the back.”

Vincent’s cock jerked in response and he moaned, “I still like it.”

He looked over his right shoulder in order to gaze into Jacob’s eyes once more but couldn’t see him from his position. He started to turn to his right to see if he was on this side and that was when Jacob placed something over his eyes. “You always wanted to be blindfolded, too.”

Vincent bit his lower lip before smiling, imagining them making love like this. Being Jacob’s submissive and experiencing every pleasurable sensation with his other senses rather than his sight. Oh, he almost came with the thought.

His heart jumped to his throat, and he practically fell onto the bed in shock when the whipping came. “And this was your favorite,” Jacob said, rubbing Vincent’s ass cheek he just whipped.

Something cold and wet spread on his ass. Vincent surmised it was some sort of lubricant. Goose pimples formed as the coolness of the liquid moved under Jacob’s ministrations. After that, something slippery, hard, and long touched Vincent’s asshole, making him take a deep breath and remain still. All he could hear was his own panting and raging heart. Jacob slid the cool and wet object slowly into his hole and slipped it out. Smack! came next and Vincent moaned in pleasure.

Guessing from the feel of it, it was some sort of dildo Jacob used. Vincent remained motionless, absorbing his every move and the feel of the cool object. Each time he slid the dildo in, the whipping would follow. And Vincent’s cock got bigger and harder until he felt he would explode.

In a husky voice, Vincent said, “Please come in me.”

The leather strings tickled his skin, going back and forth and up and down, caressing his ass and lower back.

“What did you say?” Jacob asked.

“I want you to cum in me.”

The whip came down hard on his right cheek. His skin stung and throbbed. Vincent moaned, licking his lips, “Oh yes.”

“Repeat that.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

The whip hit his cheeks again. “Are you ordering me?”

Vincent was about to peak. His body’s lustful demands clouded his mind and made him slow to grasp things, but finally he understood where Jacob was leading him. “No, Master. I am begging.”

The cool leather strings caressed his hot right ass cheek as Jacob’s hot lips and mouth sucked his left cheek. Vincent moaned in pleasure, taking deep breaths to calm his crazed body.

Jacob stopped what he was doing, making Vincent whimper in disappointment. Jacob then said, “Beg louder.”

Vincent moaned and said in a deep, wanton voice, “Please, Master, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard!”

Those were the magic words Jacob had obviously been waiting for, because he then slipped his hard and long cock deep into Vincent’s ass. With all the naughty foreplay Jacob spoiled him with, and the lubricant, Vincent was wet and ready for him.

Jacob didn’t waste a minute longer as he pumped in and out of Vincent, groaning and holding his hips close to his pelvis.

Vincent could barely hold himself up as his legs became weak with need of release. He followed Jacob’s thrust with his own, and soon they moved in sync to each other’s demands and desires.

A few moments later as Vincent felt his climax mounting, Jacob slid a quick thrust deep into him and groaned in ecstasy. Vincent came seconds later. And with the flowing pleasure something completely unexpected formed in Vincent’s mind’s eye.

Behind his blindfold in the darkness of his mind, he saw the monster of his earlier nightmare and a lifeless body in a dark alley. Blood poured out of the body’s chest as the assailant stabbed the man hard and deep with a serrated machete. The ominous figure turned to gaze at him, and Vincent saw his ghostly face and then a sharp pain shot through Vincent’s brain.

He held his breath waiting for the pain to go away and that was when the images began to scroll through his mind, like a movie reel playing an old black-and-white film. From the moving pictures Vincent saw, he could make out a story. A story of his life. He was starting to remember!

He shouted, gulping, “I think I know who tried to kill me!”

Chapter 9

“Here you go. Freshly brewed just for you.” Jacob smiled, hoping to break the tension.

“Thanks.” Vincent took the proffered cup and held it before his lips but didn’t take a sip.

The scrambled eggs Jacob made Vincent moments ago remained untouched. He pointed to the plate. “You need to eat. Keep your strength up.”

Vincent gazed at the plate, placed the cup of coffee on the side, and took a forkful of eggs. After munching and swallowing, he said, “They’re very good.” But once he ate the second forkful, he pushed the plate aside. “Sorry, I’m just not hungry.”

Jacob sat facing him at the table and stared at him over the rim of his cup for a few moments. It seemed to Jacob the fear and worry etched on Vincent’s face had gotten worse in the last fifteen minutes.

In the past, after their lovemaking, they would lie in bed in each other’s arms and talk, but they didn’t do that this time. The sex had been amazing, better than ever, and they connected in a way they never did before. Jacob thought they would keep connecting and growing closer, but that connection instantly broke the moment Vincent said he thought he knew who the killer was.

Since then, Vincent had retreated into his own cocoon, being quiet as a mouse.

Vincent glanced up at Jacob now. “What’s that look mean?”

“I can help, you know,” Jacob said, huffing.

Vincent smiled. “You are helping me, Jacob. You made this breakfast and coffee and…”

“No, I can help you get through whatever you’re feeling.”

Vincent frowned. “What I’m feeling. How can you if you can’t understand it?”

“If you explain things, I can, and then I can help you,” Jacob said with sympathetic eyes.

Vincent smiled. “Thank you, but right now what I need is to identify the killer. Then I can deal with the rest.”

“The rest? Did you remember more? More things about your life?” Jacob frowned.

Vincent opened his mouth to speak, and then froze, as if he were deep in thought. Then he said, “Let’s take this one step at a time, okay? Right now, let’s deal with this killer issue and then we’ll discuss the rest as it becomes clearer to me.”

Jacob pushed to the edge of his chair. “So you did begin to remember more things.”

Vincent nodded. “Yes, but everything is still foggy.”

“Well, tell me what you remembered and maybe I can help you piece things together.”

Vincent shook his head. “You yourself said I kept my private life to myself. You didn’t know much about me. How can you piece together what I’m remembering?”

Vincent had a point, but Jacob hated being unable to do something. The stress Vincent was under came through loud and clear in his behavior and expression. He wanted to do something to help Vincent. “But there’s a chance I could help.”

“No, I doubt it.” Vincent shook his head, shuddering. “Anyway, the memories weren’t good.”

Jacob squinted. “Not good in what sense?”

Vincent laughed and cocked his brow. “Like in against the law.”

Jacob’s mouth opened in shock. “What?” Vincent’s smile never broke. “You’re kidding, right?”