Page 45 of A Voice In Chains
Curious, I lift my head to see what’s caught his attention, but he shoves me down, sliding farther down the seat to avoid detection.
“Stay out of sight,” he demands. “That’s Father O’Brian in the car next to ours. Holy fuck, this isn’t happening.”
A silent chuckle vibrates my chest.
Zach shuts his eyes briefly. “It’s not funny, man. This is bad, Arkin. My parents attend his church.”
Bad indeed. More quiet laughter. I trace an angry vein with my tongue, which makes Zach squirm and tug my hair. It almost looks like he’s in pain.
“Come on, come on. Turn green, dammit,” he mumbles at the lights.
Amused, I blow him with renewed zest, and Zach chokes out a strangled sound. The light turns green, so he slams his foot down on the accelerator with a relieved sigh, as more pre-cum leaks into my mouth.
I hum my approval and suck him harder.
Minutes later, Zach pulls over by the side of the road. His heavy eyes are no longer on the cars zipping by outside—they’re on me.
Panting, he begins to thrust into my mouth, so I let him take charge and use me for his pleasure, my drool soaking his cock.
“Goddammit, Arkin. You want me to come in your mouth?”
I nod fervently.Hell yes, I want to taste him.
“Your tongue feels so good on my dick.” He slaps one hand onto the handle on the roof and grabs hold of the passenger seat’s headrest with the other. “Jesus… Suck me harder.”
I comply with a groan, and Zach’s thrusts grow more erratic. Frantic almost.
“I’m so close. So fucking close. That feels… yes!” A sharp hiss. He quivers, fisting my hair again. “I’m coming. Oh, fuck, I’m coming.”
Pulses of cum shoot into my mouth, taking me by surprise despite the warning, and I stiffen for a brief second before swallowing down the salty goodness.
Zach trembles, his brow damp with sweat. “That was…” he drifts off with a chuckle, still holding onto the handlebar and headrest. But then his hands fall away, and he plays with my hair.
I slip off his cock with a wet pop and then sit back with a mischievous grin. I take in our surroundings. We’re parked beside a field, a tractor plowing in the distance.
Zach zips himself away. A few moments pass while the car idles at the side of the road. He reaches over to touch my jaw, the backs of his fingers stroking over the sharp stubble. I glance at him, his taste lingering on my tongue. My ocean is smiling again.
“The priest, Arkin.” He drops his hand with a laugh and eases back. “Do you know how much shit we would have been in if he’d seen us?” More laughter. Zach shakes his head and digs his palms into his eyes.
I watch, mesmerized by the dimples in his cheeks and the shake in his shoulders. When he peers at me again, residual laughter shakes his frame, and his eyes sparkle.
He leans in and says in a teasing tone, “You’re trouble.”
You have no idea, Zachary Beckett.
He’s still smiling brighter than the sun outside. Brighter than the stars and the galaxies. I kiss him, and his breath catches in his throat, but then he palms the back of my neck and deepens the kiss.
Our tongues brush in a maddening dance. Zach retreats to unzip his seatbelt, and then he’s back, crushing his lips to mine.
He breaks away, panting hard, eyes heavy with lust. “Say my name again, Arkin.”
There’s a golf ball in my throat. Zach notices my sudden nerves and moves in to kiss me again, but I break away.
A car drives past outside. The tractor has turned at the end of the field and is heading back our way, disturbing a flock of rooks that take flight before landing in the freshly disturbed soil to forage for worms.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to,” Zach says. He tries to kiss me again, and I let him for a few precious moments, but my heart hurts because I want to make him happy.
I pull away, but before I can catch my breath, Zach says, “Look at me, Arkin. It’s okay.”
