Page 55 of A Voice In Chains
The look in Arkin’s heavy eyes says, “Don’t stop.”
We jerk his length together, eyes locked and hearts synced. At some point, the world outside fades away until it’s just us here in our protected little bubble, and all the sounds that seemed loud a moment ago barely register now.
A small whimper escapes me, and Arkin drops his eyes to my mouth, as if he can taste the sound.
“I love the way you look at me,” I croak, then clear my dry throat.
He slips his hand away, still holding on to the backpack, and I almost lean over to kiss him because he looks hauntingly beautiful.
His hand flies up to grip the handle as his hips thrust into my grip, chasing his impending climax. Then he throws his head back against the headrest, and my heart hammers in anticipation.
But just as I wonder if he brought tissues or something, he fists my hair and shifts the bag out of the way as he guides me down on his cock.
I barely have time to catch his cum in my mouth when he lets out a deep, almost pained groan, the first squirt striking me across the nose.
If my friends arrived now, we’d be screwed. This is a compromising position, but I can’t seem to care.
Once I’m done swallowing every drop, I sit back up to wipe the cum off my face, sucking my fingers clean.
Arkin quickly zips himself away, his cheeks slightly flushed in that ‘freshly fucked’ look I’ve come to love. I’m staring at him, admiring the view, when Ryan slams his hand down on the hood.
The sudden noise has me almost jumping out of my skin, and I stumble out of the car, not even remotely inconspicuous. Fuck me. I need to get myself together unless I want to get found out. Luckily, Ryan doesn’t notice because Harrison throws his arm around his neck and rubs his knuckles over his head.
While they tussle, Arkin calmly exits the vehicle and shuts the door.
His eyes briefly meet mine, a deep, vivid blue that reminds me of endless skies and glassy lakes. He hikes his bag higher onto his shoulder, then sets off walking, blending with the crowds.
A frown etches itself between my brows. Did he walk away?
What did I expect? For him to wait? Yeah, maybe I did.
I’ve treated him like shit in the past, so why would he want to stick around and risk humiliation.
Harrison snaps his fingers in front of my face. “Earth to Zach.”
I stare at him for a moment, confused. The groups of students outside the entrance have thinned since we arrived. There’s no sign of Arkin.
“You zoned out there for a bit, mate.”
“Yeah, sorry,” I mumble distractedly.
Ryan claps me hard on the shoulder, and I shuffle forward. “You’re not worried about Jones, are you? That fucker had it coming.”
Slow to process, I glance at him. “Why would I be worried about Jones?”
“You beat the crap out of him, remember?” Ryan answers, then peers past me at Harrison. “Think he’ll show today?”
“I know he will. He’s too concerned about his ego to let Zach get away with what he did.”
An amused grunt, of sorts. “Whatever. I don’t fear him.”
“We’ve got your back,” Ryan says, smacking me on the shoulder again.
I don’t seeArkin again until lunch when he enters the cafeteria with his hands in his pockets.
He rocks back on his heels and scans the space. A few days ago, I would have ignored him.
In fact, he didn’t eat his lunch in here, and I don’t know where he went or what he did, but I never saw him around.
