Page 37 of A Voice In Chains
When another pained noise sounds from him, I push onto my elbows.
He tosses, kicking his quilt off, and then his gasp fills the silence. I sit up, rubbing my tired eyes with the heel of my palms. “Arkin?”
He fails to respond, but his breathing picks up, and another pained sound descends on my chest like a boulder.
After a few minutes of listening to him suffer a nightmare, I get out of bed and approach him quietly. He whimpers like a scared little kid or a beaten dog. “Arkin?” I whisper again, my heart thumping hard as the floorboards creak beneath my feet.
My voice seems to soothe him, and he relaxes visibly, but it’s not long before he makes that distressed sound again. The one that tightens my chest.
“Arkin,” I say again more urgently as I sit beside him. His forehead is clammy, his hair damp with sweat. “Shh. It’s okay.”
I stroke my fingers through the strands to try to soothe him, and it works at first. His breathing evens out, and his muscles relax. Something warms in my chest. But then he lets out a cry before he lashes out, catching me in the jaw with his knuckles. His eyes pop open and he backs up in the bed, quivering like a frightened child.
“What the fuck, Arkin?” I wince.
Surprised, I touch my sore jaw. Then I look at him again, and my initial anger melts away. He’s visibly shaking, arms wrapped around his knees like he’s fighting to hold himself together. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
He’s not looking at me, his head tilted down in a submissive position.
Approaching him carefully, I crawl onto the bed. “Hey… It’s me.”
What happened to the guy to cause him to wake up this frightened? Whatever it was, it must have been bad. The thought of someone hurting my Arkin infuriates me—my broken, beautiful Arkin.
These feelings should rattle me. I hated him, yet now I have the overwhelming urge to protect him against the monsters in his nightmares.
“Hey,” I whisper softly as I settle beside him. “You’re safe, okay.”
Every muscle in his large body quivers, and he holds his breath as I drape my arm over his shoulder. I don’t know what I’m doing, but something inside me wants to make him feel better.
That same something hates seeing him scared.
“Who hurt you?” I whisper the words onto his racing pulse point.
He finally looks at me, his eyes big and glassy in the darkness, but I’m staring at his mouth, those tempting, tempting lips.
“I’ll kill whoever hurt you.” My quiet words are surprisingly grungy and raw. “I’ll fuck them up for you.”
His scratchy stubble feels amazing beneath my fingers. I’m under a spell, leaning in slowly to suck on his supple bottom lip, and he moans softly—a sexy, masculine sound that’s barely audible above the pounding pulse in my ears.
Need and desire burns in my veins as I pull my T-shirt over my head before removing his with almost frantic hands.
Our tongues tangle in the darkness, and our breaths dance between our hungry, eager mouths.
Then my fingers are back in his short hair and on his contracting abs as I guide him onto his back with my lips locked on his.
Settling on top of him, I grind our dicks together through our briefs. “You feel so good.”
His hands explore the planes of muscle in my back and chest, touching everywhere, yet I want more. I want all of him.
My lips kiss a wet path down his throat and across his chest. I swirl my tongue over his pebbled nipples, and he squirms when I yank his briefs halfway down his thighs. Then he kicks them off, threads his fingers through my hair, and tugs on the short strands.
“You’re trembling.” I suck on his nipple with a soft, appreciative groan, refraining from touching his dick yet, despite how eager I am to feel him in my hand. I tease him instead until he’s leaking pre-cum all over his abs, then shift lower to swirl my tongue through the salty liquid. “You taste so damn good.”
His length twitches in response, and he pushes up onto his elbows to watch.
“You want to fuck my mouth, baby?” I ask, and he nibbles on his lip before he nods.Yes, I want to fuck your mouth.
His long, veiny dick looks painfully engorged on his abs as I wrap my fingers around the girth, marveling at how huge it looks in my grip. I have big hands, but Arkin’s cock is a work of art.
