Page 36 of A Voice In Chains
A bead of sweat falls from the tip of my nose onto his, and he takes hold of my pumping ass, digging eager fingers into my flesh while urging me silently to fuck him deeper, harder.
I’d give him anything right now because I’m starving for his orgasm.
My cock rams in and out of him, pounding relentlessly until every muscle in his body stiffens. “Arkin. Jesus…”
Cum jets from his cock, spraying his abs and chest. Some reach as far as his chin.
“That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen.” I groan, trembling and out of breath.
The sight of Arkin’s cock spraying cum everywhere tips me over the edge, and I thrust deep. “I’m coming. Fuck… Ark…” A shudder runs through me as I shoot my load deep inside him.
Ghosting fingers trail up and down my spine over my sweaty T-shirt.
We catch our breaths for a long moment, my thoughts drifting lazily as his fingers keep up their soothing stroking.
But then the fear and the doubt creep in. I pull out of him, clambering away like my life depends on it.
Arkin pushes up on his elbows and frowns as I topple to the floor with my jeans and briefs tangled around my thighs.
I quickly pull them up and jump to my feet. This is wrong. He came into my life and turned it upside down before he fucked my damn girlfriend and broke up my relationship.
Yes, I wasn’t in love with her, but that’s beside the point.
Arkin fucked her.
Speaking of Arkin, his eyes burn my back as I stumble into the bathroom and flip the lock.
Leaning against the door, I drag my hands down my face. What the hell did I do? I was supposed to teach him a damn lesson with my fists. Not stick my dick in him and call him ‘sexy’ and ‘precious.’
The back of my head bangs against the door, and I spit out a string of curses before switching on the shower to wash his scent off my skin.
I fucked up.
I’m not gay. I like women. I do! But as I step beneath the hot shower spray, my thoughts stray to Arkin and how good he felt.
Despite my resentment, I want more. So much more. And that’s a big problem.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After the shower, I ignored Arkin and climbed into bed. He laid awake watching me for a while. I know because I could feel his gaze on me in the dark, but I refused to turn around and kept my eyes shut instead, pretending to sleep until Arkin’s breaths finally deepened.
I still can’t sleep. The strip of streetlight on the ceiling slides across the room every time a car drives past outside.
My thoughts race.
I fucked Arkin.
He fucked my girlfriend, ex-girlfriend now, but truth be told, he did me a favor. I don’t even know why I was with Amy in the first place. Well, that’s not entirely true. She’s hot, and her family is filthy rich. It’s easy math. We made sense, so I didn’t turn her down when she started hanging off me at college.
It was simpler that way, but now everything is a mess, and I’m more confused than ever.
Fucking Arkin felt natural. As if it was only a matter of time before we were drawn together like magnets.
Amy never got me that hard. Sex with Arkin was, without a doubt, better than anything I’ve experienced before.
More importantly, it felt natural, and I don’t know what to do with that because I still don’t like him, right?
My racing thoughts cut out when Arkin whimpers in his sleep, and I lift my head off the pillow.
