Page 51 of A Voice In Chains
Warmth blooms in the pit of my stomach, turning me into a puddle of desire. Nothing has ever felt this good. I say that every time, but it’s the truth. Nothing turns me on more than Zach’s breathy moans and string of curses when he’s balls deep inside me—the way he relents control even when he thinks he’s in charge.
“You feel so good, so good, sooo good!” he chants. He thrusts harder, deeper, then fists his hand in my hair tight enough to cause my scalp to prickle deliciously.
I rut my own hips into the ground, seeking friction, needing the pressure on my throbbing, leaking crown.
Zach notices and grabs my hip. “You like that, baby? Does it feel good when I fuck your prostate?”
“Mppfgh,” I moan, ripping up clumps of grass.
My dick aches—I’m that close. Zach drives so deep that I slide forward on the grass with each snap of his relentless hips. When I whimper, he fucks me harder, deeper, angling his hips to hit that sweet spot that makes my eyes roll back.
As I shift up on my knees, Zach curls his fingers around my hips. This position feels deeper. So much deeper. Zach must think the same because he makes a sexy, choked sound, his hands twitching on my skin.
He pulls me onto his big cock almost aggressively and collapses forward.
With his forehead against my spine, he says, “I’m so close, Ark. Fuck, I’m so close.” His cock throbs, his fingers quivering briefly before he reaches down to play with my nuts. “I don’t want this to end just yet.”
My heart pounds as he rolls my balls between his fingers before drifting his hand up the length of my weeping dick and wrapping it around the swollen girth. “You’re so aroused,” he says, pumping it with a tortured groan.
I whimper, and he mirrors the sound, sounding just as turned on.
We stay like that, joined in the ruins of the abbey while Zach fucks an orgasm out of me with his hand.
Just as I’m about to tip over the edge, he slides his cock out to the tip. And then, as jets of hot cum shoot all over the grass, he drives back in deep.
His massive cock pulses inside me, and he hisses, “I’m coming, Ark,” while rocking his hips and fucking his cum into me. But I barely hear him, afloat on a blissful cloud of untethered pleasure. Moments later, when I finally return to planet Earth, I’m flat on my front, and Zach has collapsed beside me.
He strokes my damp hair away from my brow. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
A soft, satiated smile.You could never hurt me.
After we pull up our jeans and briefs, he settles on his side and traces my lip with his fingers. “Why do you like me so much? I’ve been a dick to you.”
His touch travels lower, trailing through the stubble on my jawline, and then he leans down to kiss the shell of my ear, his breath warm and teasing. “Are you happy?”
I nod, eyes still closed.Very happy.
A kiss on my cheek. “Do you feel safe… with me?”
My heart thuds harder.
“Do you, baby?”
I open my eyes, and he drifts the tip of his nose across my cheek. “Yes.” The word takes flight from my lips and escapes into the woods. Zach stiffens, then eases back to look at me. His throat rolls, and I push up onto my elbows. “I feel safe with you.”
My voice barely carries in the mild breeze drifting through the wildflowers, but it’s the most I’ve spoken in years. One moment, Zach stares at my lips like he can’t believe what he heard, and the next, he crushes his mouth to mine with such force that I topple onto my back.
“You spoke,” he says, his mouth trailing down my neck and back to my lips. “You spoke to me.” Another sweet, sweet kiss. He palms my cheek and drifts his eyes over my face. “You have no idea how much that means to me. Whatyoumean to me.” He hesitates a moment, then asks, “What happens now? Between us?”
I don’t know.
“My parents can’t find out about this. They’d throw you out.” His jaw hardens with regret.
It’s okay. No one has to find out.I turn my head to kiss his palm, and his expression softens.
He whispers, “Fuck, Arkin.”
I love his deep voice when it turns breathy like that. From the first time I laid eyes on him, I couldn’t look away.
