Page 44 of A Voice In Chains
What will happen now? Is he going to get into trouble because of me? I don’t want that.
Zach allows me to hold his hand for only two seconds before taking it back. As he turns the ignition, the engine roars to life, and he revs it with a small smirk.
I have so many things I want to say to Zach, but I don’t know how. So, I’m content to listen to him talk. With a press of a button, the passenger window rolls down, and Zach smiles at me as we join the traffic.
The warm breeze does little to cool me down, but I like how it feels on my damp skin. I also like how it moves Zach’s hair around his face. I like a lot of things about him, especially that he smiles a lot. He has these deep dimples that pop. And beautiful eyes. And sexy hair, especially the curls around his ears.
He always looks like he rolled out of bed, but it suits him.
I also like his hands. They’re big and veiny, with long fingers that feel amazing on my cock.
Struck by the sudden urge to sniff him, I lean across the seat and bury my nose in his neck. Surprised, Zach pauses mid-sentence, and when I place my hand on his thigh, he makes a delicious sound at the back of his throat.
No one smells as nice as Zach. The sea breeze clings to him, and if I press my nose to the spot below his ear, I can practically smell the waves crashing onto the shore.
I know what you’re thinking. Arkin, no one smells of the ocean, the forest, or the morning mist. You’re right. So, Zach doesn’t actually smell like the ocean, but that’s what he reminds me of. Water is vastness and freedom, and Zach is my ocean.
After breathing him one final time, I sit back and adjust my growing erection. I never liked touch until him, my tide.
As he grips the steering wheel, all I can think about are those veiny, tanned hands on my body and how good it would feel to have him touch me.
“God, I fucking hate him,” Zach growls, spinning the wheel. “I should have beat him up more. The fucker deserved it.” He frowns at me. “Are you sure you’re okay? He didn’t touch you, did he?”
Before I can answer, he puffs out his cheeks and then checks the mirrors. “If he did, I’m turning around.”
I want to touch him. Maybe if I touch him, he’ll calm down.
My ocean is tense and angry. Waves crashing and raging against weathered cliffs.
If only I could make him smile again.
“That’s just so fucking typical of him to do something like that?—”
His words die off as I palm his crotch. Zach’s throat bobs on a swallow, his cock swelling rapidly beneath my touch.
Quiet. No more talking.
“Arkin,” he says, slight panic in his voice as I pop the button.
Ignoring his weak protests, I unzip his jeans, reaching into his briefs to touch his big cock. The moment my fingers wrap around his silken skin, he makes a strangled noise. “Arkin,” he says again, his voice breathy.
As I begin to stroke him, he desperately checks the windows to ensure no one can see in. Me? I’m fixated on the way his hips rise to meet my strokes. The world could end, but nothing could stop me from making Zachary Beckett come.
“Anyone could see,” he protests as I unclip my seatbelt.
Relax, pretty boy. Let me take care of you.
“What the—” he chokes as I lean down to suck his delicious cock into my mouth. “Ark?—”
He’s so big he barely fits between my lips.
“Holy shit,” he hisses, fisting my hair. “Motherfucking, fuck.”
His garbled words almost make me chuckle. I’m bobbing on his length, bringing him right to the edge, loving his filthy little groans. Then, as his chest pumps, I swirl my tongue over the weeping crown.
“Baby… You suck me so good. I can’t….” He shudders, strangling the steering wheel in his iron grip. “I’m gonna come soon.”
Tears spring to my eyes as I swallow around his length. It constricts around him, and he lets out another string of curses, then bangs the back of his head against the headrest, which would make me chuckle if I wasn’t currently choking on his cock. We stop at a red light and Zach hisses through his teeth. But then he freezes, and a breathy, panicked “oh fuck” escapes his lips.
