Unbound (The Wild Ride)

*Zacky’s P.O.V.*

I nervously walk into the restaurant. I look around and spot Brian at the bar area. He’s talking to another guy. He spots me and finishes his conversation. Then, he walks over to me. Sweet mercy he smells really good.
“I’m so glad you came,” he says with the biggest smile on his face.
I blush and shrug. I don’t know what to say.
He holds out his arm, “Let’s go to our table.”
I take his arm and he escorts me to the hosts’ podium.
“Reservation for Haner,” he says, his voice filled with delight.
The woman looks at her chart, “Ah yes.” She grabs two menus, “Right this way Mr. Haner.”
We follow her as she leads us to our table. Brian continues to escort me, now I know how girls feel like at prom. She takes to a somewhat isolated table in the back of the restaurant which is by a large window and an excellent view of the ocean.
She set the menus down on the table, “Your server will be you shortly.”
Brian pulls his arm away from me then pulls out a chair. He motions me to sit, so I do. He sits himself in the other chair across from me.
“Is this table okay?” he asks.
“Yes. This is fine,” I tell him.
Fine?! This is perfect! The ocean view is so gorgeous, not to mention, the person sitting with me. Again, he’s wearing a suit and tie. I just have a white dress shirt and black slacks… and this time I wore a belt.
“No bow tie this time?” he asks.
I shake my head. I feel kinda naked without wearing a bow tie. I practically always wear one.
“Thought I might tie you up with it again?” Brian asks as he raises an eyebrow.
I feel my cheeks flush with color.
He smirks, I think he got his answer. I grab my menu and open it, purposely using it to cover my face. I look at all the choices. They all sound really good.
“Zachary?” I blink and put my menu down.
Brian is looking at me confused.
“What?” I ask him.
“Did you find what you wanted?” he asks back.
I look around. I already have a glass of wine and the server is standing looking at me. Wow, I’ve been totally oblivious.
“Oh,” I say, “Yeah. The scallops appetizer and the filet mignon with the soup. The chicken and dumplings soup, please.”
“Very good,” the server says as he takes our menus and leaves.
I look out the window, “The view is really outstanding.”
“Yes it is,” said Brian.
I look at him through the corner of my eye. He’s not looking at the ocean, he’s looking at me. I blush and look out the window again.
“So Zachary…” “Just call me Zacky,” I state, “Everyone else does.”
“I like Zachary better,” he says.
I roll my eyes. Brian strongly clears his throat.
“It’s a habit,” I retort, “I can’t quit it cold turkey.”
Brian doesn't answer, he just keeps staring at me.
“Anyway,” he finally speaks, “Zachary, what do you do for an occupation?”
“I work at Guitar Center,” I answer before sipping the white wine, which its taste is unbelievable.

“You play?”

“Yeah, ever since I was a kid.”

“My father taught me how to play when I was small. I still sometimes play on my spare time.”

I nod as a response as I sip my wine. He looks focused… on me.

“Something wrong with me?”

“Nothing is wrong with you. Just looking at your piercings.”

I probably look silly to him since we’re in a fancy restaurant and I have plugs, snakebites, and my septum piercing.

“Want me to take them out?” I offer.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he says.

Our server comes back with our appetizers and leaves as quickly as he arrived. I look at what Brian ordered. It’s a plate with a bunch of vegetables. Is he a vegetarian? Then flashbacks of last night play in my mind. My cheeks flush with color as I remember Brian going down on me.
“Penny for your thoughts?” he asks.
My cheeks grow more red, “It’s nothing.”
Brian cocks an eyebrow.
“It’s not really dinner talk,” I explain before downing the rest of my wine.
Brian grabs the wine bottle and refills my glass. I talk a bite of my scallops. They’ve been cooked to perfection and they practically melt in my mouth.
“From the look on your face I say you like the scallops,” Brian said with a smirk.
I smile and blush. I feel like such a schoolgirl crushing over the most popular boy in the class.
Once we finished our appetizers, the server brought us our main entrees. Brian’s plate has duck with fettuccini. There wasn’t anymore talk. Just eating. I look out the window and admire the view. I snap to when I feel a sharp pain on my elbow. Brian hit me with the end of his butter knife.
“What was that for?” I ask him as I try to be quiet so I don’t make a scene.
“It’s rude to have your elbows on the table,” he states.
“So you hit me with your butter knife?” I ask him.
“I thought you wouldn’t like it if I spanked you in front of everybody,” he answers.
He stares at me for a moment, “I informed you that I was different. Did you not read the letter?”
I rub my elbow before resting my arms on the table.
“I read it,” I told him.
“Good,” he says, “Now eat up, we’re going to my house for dessert.”

A black Audi pulls up to the front of the restaurant. Brian opens the door to the back seats of the vehicle. I hop in and he follows, closing the door behind him. In the driver’s seat was a really buff man. He wore a black outfit and wore aviator sunglasses. His hair was brown and was cut very short. I think he gets his hair buzz cut. This is all I can see from the rear view mirror.
“Where to Mr. Haner?” he asks.
“We’re going home Matthew,” Brian responds.
Matthew nods his head and begins to drive off.

“We’re here.” I hear Brian say that snaps me out of daydreaming.
I look out the window. The house is huge! And so magnificent! The house was built with medium gray bricks. On one side it had long and healthy trumpet vines growing on it. The flowers were in full bloom. The car came to a complete stop. Matthew got out of the car and went around the car. He opens the door.
Brian turns to me, “Let’s go.”
I get out of the car with him and Matthew closes the door behind me. Then, Matthew leads us to the house. I get a better look at Matthew and he kinda looks like CIA agent or something. He’s much taller than me, like maybe by a foot if not taller. He always has a serious look on his face.
“How’s the wife, Matthew?” Brian asks.
“She’s doing well sir,” said Matthew, “Thank you.”
Brian smiles, “That’s good to hear.”
Matthew has a wife? I kinda want to meet her… maybe ask her why her husband always looks like a Mr. Grumpy Pants. Although I’m sure I wouldn’t want to mess with Matthew. He could take me out with one hand tied behind his back.
We reach the front door of the house and Matthew opens it for us. Once I enter the house, I look everywhere. The front room is big in space with a big crystal chandelier hanging on the ceiling. Brian grabs my hand and I turn my attention to him.
“Matthew you can retire for the night,” he says.
“Thank you sir,” Matthew says before leaving.
Brian turns his head to me, “Come with me.”
He leads me around the house to the upstairs. I should have known, but I’m kinda surprised. First, no one has taken me out to dinner and secondly, I’ve never been at someone else’s house. It’s always at my place.
Once we get to the top of the stairs, Brian makes a left. Then at the end of the hallway, he opens a door.
“This is the room I informed you about,” said Brian, “Your room.”
I peek inside. It’s a very nice room, much nicer than mine at home. I have a king size bed and there’s a large walk-in closet. I turn to see the other side and there’s an en-suite bathroom. The bathroom is plenty big too. There’s a walk-in shower and a big bathtub. There’s even a Jacuzzi in the bathroom.
“Am I sleeping here tonight?” I ask.
“Not tonight,” Brian answers, “Tonight I want you to sleep with me.”
I bite at one of my lip rings.
“I don’t let anyone sleep with me,” Brian informs me, “but you’re special.”
I blush. Me, special? Gosh, he’s a sweet talker.
“I’ll give you a choice,” he says, “We can either do something interesting or we could… as you kids say ‘make love,’ which will it be?”
Something interesting? I’m kinda scared to find out. And who is he calling a kid? But I think either choice involves sex.
“The second one,” I tell him.
He grabs my hand and leads to the other side of the upstairs.
“This is my bedroom,” Brian says as he opens the door. He, too, has a king size bed, but that’s all I really notice because once he closes the door, he starts kissing the back of my neck. His lips feel soft on my skin. His hands reach over and start unbuttoning my shirt. Once he undoes the last button, Brian pushes my shirt off my shoulders and let it fall to the ground. I immediately cover my torso with my arms. It’s a habit. Brian turns me around so I face him and he pulls my arms away.
“Don’t do that,” he whispers, “I wanna see your beautiful body.”
I blush. Then he leans in. I get an adrenaline rush. Then he kisses me. There wasn’t any sparks or whatnot. It was more like a fireworks grand finale. Or like you on a roller coaster at the very top and you go straight down. Our mouths open and our tongues begin to dance with each other.
Brian pulls away and removes his clothes from the waist up. Damn! He does work out.
“You have tattoos too?” I ask.
“I have a rebel side too,” he answers, “Had piercings too but I had to take them out and cover my ink when my dad handed me his company. Your ink looks mighty sexy on you.”
I blush. He lifts me up in his arms and carries me to the bed. He lays me down and proceeds in taking my belt out of the loops. Then, Brian removes my clothing from the waist down. He climbs on top of me and gives me another breathtaking kiss. I would normally not want any of this, but not with Brian. Somehow I feel different. Good kind of different, but I can’t truly identify what I feel.
As he continues to kiss me, my hands go to his pants. It’s like my body is moving on its own. I pull open the button and pull down the zipper. His hands shoo away mine and he removes the rest of his clothing. I’ve never seen anybody so perfect. He had the right amount of muscle and he had the perfect curves. I got a good look at ‘Little Brian’ which I probably shouldn’t call it that because it is definitely NOT little. He pulls away and stares at me. He taps my nose with his finger before reaching for the nightstand. I giggle. He pulls a bottle of lube from the drawer in the nightstand.
“I apologize in advance,” Brian tells me, “I haven’t had vanilla sex since college, so I might be a little rusty.”
Vanilla sex? What the hell is that? I don’t say anything because I didn’t want to ruin the mood. He leans me and attacks my neck with his lips again. He grinds his hips, making our erections rub against each other. A moan escapes me, but I couldn’t help it. It felt fucken amazing. I spread my legs and wrap them around Brian’s waist. With my legs, I pull his body closer to mine. I want this, God how I want this so bad.
As he continues kissing and nibbling my neck, I hear a click and then I feel lube on the crease of my ass. It feels really cold. He rubs the lube with his fingers, warming it up. Then, he pushes a finger in me, then another. He moved his fingers around in me, stretching and prepping me. There was some pain but once those fingers found my prostate, there was nothing but pleasure… sweet sweet pleasure. God, it felt so good. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, but then again, I didn’t want to stop. Then, he pulls his fingers away. I was somewhat sad but then it went away once he put his cock into me. Oh sweet mercy. He’s going deep and slow yet it felt so amazing. It didn’t take him long to find my prostate again. Once he did, he went hard and fast and kept going deep. I went back to moaning… moaning loud, like a porn star, but I couldn’t help myself. Brian’s mouth was close to ear.
“You are so beautiful Zachary,” he whispers into my ear.
I blush as I moan loudly. One thrust made me moan Brian’s name… not really moan, more like scream.
Brian wraps a hand around my dick and starts pumping it.
“I’m close,” I tell him.
“Me too Zachary,” Brian responses, “I want you to come… all over me.”
Brian’s voice sounded so hot that I practically scream as I release like Brian wanted me to. Brian let out a throaty moan and I felt him come inside me. He pulls out and lies beside me. I’m breathing heavily as Brian moves my sweaty hair out of my eyes. I look over at Brian, who is staring back at me and smiling. I get my breathing back to normal and then I slowly fall asleep.

Notes

Just so you know I've been writing this story since last year, but I was only posting on Mibba. Trust me, more chapters will equal better smut parts

Anyway, thoughts?