Page 50 of A Voice In Chains
Zach drags his tongue up the length, ending in a teasing flick before he grabs me by the hips and then flips me over. Next thing I know, his front is draped over my back, and he rips open my jeans with frantic movements.
Lips pressed to my ear, he whispers, “Tell me you want me as much as I want you.”
Rough fingers yank my jeans and briefs down, and then he palms my ass, nipping at the shell of my ear. “Tell me you want me inside you, baby.”
My head nods, but he’s not satisfied.
He grabs hold of my nape, his hot breath rushing down my neck. “I’m going to need more than that, Ark.”
The thump in my balls is almost painful. I whine, but Zach tightens his grip and says, “Your voice, Ark. My cock for your voice.”
I swallow hard, my dick achy and heavy. What’s the worst that could happen? We’re alone. There’s no one out here to hear me talk. Besides, my uncle is in jail. He can’t hurt me anymore. Even so, when I open my mouth, fear crawls up my spine, and I clamp my lips shut.
Zach must notice because he drops his head to my shoulder and exhales. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t pressure you to do something you’re not ready for.” He reaches beneath me to wrap his fingers around my throbbing length. “You’re hard, Ark.” His voice lowers to an erotic whisper that makes my dick jerk. “Very hard.”
He strokes me in a slow tease, up and down my length. “This big cock wants me to touch it, doesn’t it?” He sucks my earlobe into his mouth with a hum.
My mouth is dryer than sandpaper. I fuck his hand with swift rolls of my hips, and he buries his nose in my neck with a soft whimper.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” he says in a voice laced with desire and raw need.
I want that, too. I want that more than anything.
“Lie down on your front in the grass, baby.” He moves back, and I settle amongst the wildflowers, the remains of the abbey’s fountain up ahead.
My fingers dig into the blades of grass, and my heart thunders as he rests his knees on either side of my thighs. This is a public place. We’re out in the open. Someone could see us.
He unbuttons his jeans before sliding his zipper down, the sound sheeting my skin in goosebumps. He shifts, pushing his jeans and briefs down his thighs until his cock springs free.
“Can I have you, Ark?” he asks, palming my ass with his big hand.
A blade of grass tickles my nose. He sucks his middle finger into his mouth to make it nice and wet before sliding it between my cheeks and pressing past my tensing ring of muscles. “Relax,” he says, his voice gruff. “Let me in, baby.”
Surrounded by the scent of grass and wildflowers, I savor the slight burn. After Zach spits on my tight hole, he adds a second finger. It’s degrading, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Can I have you?” he asks again, the burn intensifying as he works a third digit inside me.
I dig my fingers into the soil and nod.
“Thank fuck… Unfortunately, I didn’t bring lube, but I have a small tin of Vaseline in my pocket,” he says, pushing his fingers deep. “Tell me to stop if it hurts, okay?”
Another nod, though I think I want it to hurt.
“Good,” he replies. He shifts behind me to lube his cock and then rests his elbow beside mine as the crown nudges my entrance. With his erection gripped in his hand, he pushes past the tight barrier until his swollen crown pops inside, and we both moan in unison.
“Fuck me,” Zach whispers, his voice pained. He lets go of his cock to grab my hip. “You’re so tight.”
After a few shallow thrusts, his fingers twitch on my hipbone. “Does it hurt?”
It burns, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I like pain with Zach. I wiggle my butt to encourage him.
“I don’t ever want to hurt you, baby,” he whispers. Then snaps his hips, sheathing himself to the hilt, and drops his forehead to my shoulder. “Jesus, fuck. Please tell me it feels amazing for you, too.”
A mild breeze drifts through the flowers while a bird chirps somewhere in the distance beyond the ruins. Zach trembles on top of me, his cock buried so deep I almost feel him in my stomach.
“Arkin,” he whispers, a puff of breath teasing my nape, and then he pulls his hips back before driving back in.
His deep groan fills the open area, and he pins me to the grass by the back of my neck, fucking me slow and deep, ensuring each mind-blowing glide of his fat cock draws a moan from my chest every time his balls slap against my ass.
