Page 33 of A Voice In Chains
Another hard shove.
As he topples against the door behind him, I cage him in with my hands on either side of his head.
“You liked fucking my girlfriend?”
Of course he did. Clawing his way under my skin is a sport for him.
“Did it make you feel good?” I ask, wetting my lips.
We’re so close his breaths mingle with mine.
Arkin watches me, always fucking watching.
I slam my hand into the door, intoxicated by his mouth this close to mine. The urge to nibble on that plump lip burns a path through my veins, a path as deadly as the rage in the pit of my stomach.
Jealousy weighs heavily on my chest as I grab him by the throat, feeling his pulse pound. The outline of his erection strains against his jeans, and seeing it brings a serious throb to my balls.
My own cock begs for me to pull down my jeans, yank up his T-shirt, and jizz all over his abs.
A stuttering breath escapes my lips as I rock my hips, rubbing our aching erections together, wondering why everything about him has to feel so good. It shouldn’t be this hard to stay away from him.
Arkin huffs a heavy breath. His pupils are blown, and his big hands grip my hips to increase the delicious friction as I grind up on him.
“Admit it,” I whisper. My hips roll again, and I slide the hard length of my cock along his. “She didn’t make you feel like this.”
He tries to kiss me, but I push him back by the throat.
The force slams him against the door, and I chase his lips with mine, punishing him for cutting me open like this, nipping and biting at the supple flesh.
Arkin’s breathy groan sends me into a frenzy. I kiss him, tangling my tongue with his. All I can do is lose myself in him. Caught in the moment. Drunk on his taste. As if I’ll never experience anything this intoxicating again.
“I need to touch you, Arkin. I need to feel how hard you are.” I rip open his jeans and dive my hand into his briefs.
His silken length throbs in my grip, and fuck me, he’s big. I’m not a cock connoisseur by any means, but I’ve consumed enough porn to know he’s bigger than most guys.
His dick twitches in my hand as he grabs me by the ass and yanks me closer. A grunt escapes him, and I suck on his lower lip, his mouth hard on mine as he punishes me with another brutal kiss. The fact that I’m so fucking high right now makes this even hotter. It doesn’t matter that I want to hurt him for what he did—the urge to touch him overrides the anger.
He holds me closer while I jerk his cock, muffling his groans with my mouth. Nothing has ever felt more delicious. Yet it’s not enough.
I tear my mouth from his and watch his face as my hand moves up and down his giant dick. The sound of his ragged, panting breaths matches the rhythm of my rough strokes. I bring my lips to his ear. “I need inside you.”
His fingers bruise my ass and he whimpers, but when he tries to move his head to look at me, I press my lips harder against his ear.
“You don’t get to be in control, pretty boy,” I whisper. “Not this time. Not after what you did.”
A shudder runs through him and our lips crash in another explosive kiss. I lick at his mouth, drawing another delicious sound from his throat. Then I spin him around.
He breathes hard as I shove his jeans and briefs down, leaving biting kisses along his neck and shoulder.
I need him to fall apart at my hands and beg me with his heavy eyes to let him come.
Arkin gasps as I squeeze a handful of his naked ass, smacking it hard enough to cause him to jerk against the door.
“I bet you’re tighter than any girl I’ve fucked,” I say in a breathy voice just below his ear.
The dirty words cause another shiver to rack through him, and he tries to peek at me over his shoulder, but I grab him by the neck to keep him in place while ripping open my jeans.
“I wanted to kill you when I saw you with Amy,” I admit as I push my briefs down my thighs. The words taste bitter. Like the jealousy causing my hands to tremble. Whenever I think of her touching him, I want to mark Arkin’s skin. “Fuck you up real bad.”
