Page 38 of A Voice In Chains
For a long time, he watches in anticipation as I stroke his length from root to tip. This is new for me—pleasuring another guy. I’ve never sucked a cock before Arkin’s. Perhaps I should be nervous, and I kind of am, but excitement and desire are the overriding emotions right now. I want to suck it. Iwantto taste him.
His head tips back as I suck his balls into my mouth, one after the other. A shudder runs through him, and he slowly humps myhand as he fists a handful of my short hair. It turns me on to see him this aroused, and by the time I wrap my lips around his big head, I’m dizzy with need. He tastes fantastic, too. Musky and salty.
I savor his taste as I slowly bob on his length. Arkin makes a breathy, rumbling sound in his throat and pulls harder on my hair, twisting the strands painfully.
I’m turned on beyond belief. Aroused to the point of pain. When he applies pressure to my head, forcing me to take more of his cock, my aching erection digs into the mattress.
I could come like this. Sucking an orgasm out of Arkin.
The crown of his dick smashes against my throat, and I can’t help but gag. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I swallow around his enormous length, glancing up through my lashes to find him staring back at me with a burning intensity.
As he tenderly strokes his fingers through my hair, he praises me without words for sucking him so good. I can feel it in his caressing touch and body language.
His hips pump from beneath as he fucks my mouth, making my cock leak all over the sheets.
When he slides his dick out, a string of saliva connects my lips to his crown—it’s such a filthy sight that I can’t help but groan, my balls throbbing in response.
Arkin scoots up on the bed and strokes his wet dick. After a long moment, in which I watch him pleasure himself, I make a decision I never thought I would.
But here, now, it feels right.
“I want you.” I remove my briefs, straddling Arkin’s lap.
He stills, his eyes searching mine before he reads the intention in my heated gaze and reaches for the lube on the nightstand.
Aside from Amy fingering my butt on occasion while blowing me, I have no experience with anal. But I want to feel Arkin inside me. I want it so badly my body trembles with need.
And even though I’m a little scared of taking something as big as Arkin’s cock, the thought excites me. It excites me a lot.
Squirting out a large glob, he grabs my hip with one hand and reaches between us to prime my ass. The sensation is strange at first, and I tense up at the feel of his fingers circling my rim.
Arkin stops, gazing intently at me.
I can hear everything he’s not saying.
Relax for me, precious.
I’ll stop if you want me to.
When I exhale, he pushes a finger inside, which feels so fucking good that I dig my fingers into his chest.
Arkin watches my face as he pumps his digit in and out. A second finger joins the first. The stretch stings at first, but the twinge of pain feels strangely good, almost like a reward.
“More,” I plead.
He sits up and wraps an arm around my waist. His fingers continue stretching me until I’m shivering and begging for a third, but it’s not enough. I need him inside me. I need his powerful silence to fill me up and hurt me so damn good.
He pumps his fingers for what seems like an eternity. When I feel like I’m two seconds away from coming, he slides them out and fists his rock-hard cock. The fat crown nudges my back hole, and he hesitates briefly.
I know what he’s asking with that look.
Is this okay? Are you sure?
I sink down slowly, savoring the feel of the stretch, our sweaty chests gliding up against each other. It takes a few tries because he’s bigger than I anticipated, and I pause briefly when the burn becomes too much.
“You’re so deep,” I pant as he finally bottoms out.
I’ve never felt anything like it. His cock is splitting me in half. I can feel it throbbing inside me.
