Page 54 of A Voice In Chains
“What about Arkin?”
His mum.
Zach rips off the quilt and smiles like the devil. His hair is a mess, tousled in all directions, and his cheeks are flushed.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” he shouts. He holds his finger up in front of his mouth and then leans down to suck my orgasm out of me.
One thing is for certain: Zach is quickly mastering the art of giving head, and as his warm mouth envelops my dick, the world tilts on its axis, and I fist my hands in the sheet.
“Breakfast is on the table.” His mum’s voice drifts through the door.
Zach pops off my dick with a wicked grin. “Thanks.” Then he whispers, “I’m having room service.”
This time, I’m the one who braids my fingers through his mussed-up hair and guides him back down to finish what he started.
Zach sucks and slurps. What he lacks in skill, he makes up for in eagerness, and it doesn’t take long to get me over the finish line.
Moments later, I melt into the mattress while he swallows down my cum.
Zach sits up and wipes his chin. “You sleep like the dead.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Zach
Later that morning, I struggle to keep the grin from my face on the drive to college. Arkin claimed the front passenger seat before Neriah could leave the house, but she didn’t even blink when she saw him.
I try to act normal to stop her from noticing, but I don’t have to worry. She reads her book and pays no attention to us.
A random pop song plays on the radio, but my focus stays on Arkin. It’s difficult not to glance at him, and my attention wanders occasionally, but I recall my sister in the back and redirect my gaze to the road. This thing—whatever it is—between Arkin and I needs to remain a secret for now.
If my parents were to find out, they’d send him away.
I steal a quick glance at him, and he must sense it because he swings his dark eyes in my direction, and my stomach flutters on cue—fucking flutters, as though some winged creatures are alive in there.
I quickly refocus on the road, checking the mirrors. Neriah turns another page, her head bobbing to the music playing in herearbuds as she sucks on her strawberry lollipop. There’s almost nothing left of it. Other people would have bitten down on it now, but not my sister. She’ll suck until it’s gone.
We finally arrive at college, and I park in my usual spot. The seatbelt unclicks in the backseat, and then Neriah is gone, having grabbed her bag and exited the vehicle without a goodbye.
I look around, drumming my thumb on the steering wheel, expecting my friends to be waiting somewhere, but they aren’t here yet.
I’m torn from my restless state when Arkin unclips his seatbelt and unbuckles his belt. What the hell is he doing?
My eyes bug out, but before I can ask him why he’s undressing, he unzips his pants to free his dick and then puts my hand on his growing erection.
“Arkin? What the hell?” Panicked, I twist in my seat, scanning the immediate area. Anyone could see us.
Doors slam shut, some careless, others soft, and trainers squeak on the asphalt while snippets of conversation drift through the air—bursts of laughter, rushed complaints, and shouts to friends in the distance.
Arkin is fully erect now, his cock silken and warm in my hand, and I swallow nervously, squeezing the hard, veiny length. “We can’t do this here.”
His big hand comes down on mine and he guides it up and down in slow, firm strokes. A car engine revs before fading away, music thumping faintly from a nearby Nissan, and someone yells, “Wait up!”
The sudden shout makes me startle, so Arkin reaches down to grab his backpack from the footwell to shield us from view. He puts it on his lap and then covers my hand with his again.
“My friends could show up any moment,” I say, without much conviction.
Yes, they could, but I don’t want to stop either. Not when it’s this exciting.
