Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
A lthough my sister calmed me down earlier, it was only temporary, and by the time Arkin arrives home—far later than expected—I’m pacing my room and pulling on my hair so hard that my scalp prickles.
I don’t want to admit that I’ve been worried about him, but now that he’s home, I can’t stop wondering where he’s been all this time.
Yes, it’s a long walk home, but it isn’t that long.
The moment the door opens and shuts downstairs, I freeze mid step. Mum’s voice drifts up from downstairs; she’s probably trying to convince Arkin to take a plate of food.
His heavy steps sound on the stairs, and my heart climbs up my throat. My eyes lock on the handle, like it’s a venomous snake that might strike at any second. The floorboards creak outside my room, and then the door swings open.
I fist my hands at my sides as he steps in and drops his bag with a thud. He doesn’t even look at me, just tries to brush past, but I’m already raging on the inside. He’s delusional if he thinks I’ll let this go.
I block his path, refusing to let him slip by. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
We stare at each other. Arkin tries to round me, but I shove him back. “You don’t get to come back here and pretend nothing happened. You hear me, punk?”
Another hard shove.
As he topples against the door behind him, I cage him in with my hands on either side of his head.
“You liked fucking my girlfriend?”
Of course he did. Clawing his way under my skin is a sport for him.
“Did it make you feel good?” I ask, wetting my lips.
We’re so close his breaths mingle with mine.
Arkin watches me, always fucking watching.
I slam my hand into the door, intoxicated by his mouth this close to mine. The urge to nibble on that plump lip burns a path through my veins, a path as deadly as the rage in the pit of my stomach.
Jealousy weighs heavily on my chest as I grab him by the throat, feeling his pulse pound. The outline of his erection strains against his jeans, and seeing it brings a serious throb to my balls.
My own cock begs for me to pull down my jeans, yank up his T-shirt, and jizz all over his abs.
A stuttering breath escapes my lips as I rock my hips, rubbing our aching erections together, wondering why everything about him has to feel so good. It shouldn’t be this hard to stay away from him.
Arkin huffs a heavy breath. His pupils are blown, and his big hands grip my hips to increase the delicious friction as I grind up on him.
“Admit it,” I whisper. My hips roll again, and I slide the hard length of my cock along his. “She didn’t make you feel like this.”
He tries to kiss me, but I push him back by the throat.
The force slams him against the door, and I chase his lips with mine, punishing him for cutting me open like this, nipping and biting at the supple flesh.
Arkin’s breathy groan sends me into a frenzy. I kiss him, tangling my tongue with his. All I can do is lose myself in him. Caught in the moment. Drunk on his taste. As if I’ll never experience anything this intoxicating again.
“I need to touch you, Arkin. I need to feel how hard you are.” I rip open his jeans and dive my hand into his briefs.
His silken length throbs in my grip, and fuck me, he’s big. I’m not a cock connoisseur by any means, but I’ve consumed enough porn to know he’s bigger than most guys.
His dick twitches in my hand as he grabs me by the ass and yanks me closer. A grunt escapes him, and I suck on his lower lip, his mouth hard on mine as he punishes me with another brutal kiss. The fact that I’m so fucking high right now makes this even hotter. It doesn’t matter that I want to hurt him for what he did—the urge to touch him overrides the anger.
He holds me closer while I jerk his cock, muffling his groans with my mouth. Nothing has ever felt more delicious. Yet it’s not enough.
I tear my mouth from his and watch his face as my hand moves up and down his giant dick. The sound of his ragged, panting breaths matches the rhythm of my rough strokes. I bring my lips to his ear. “I need inside you.”
His fingers bruise my ass and he whimpers, but when he tries to move his head to look at me, I press my lips harder against his ear.
“You don’t get to be in control, pretty boy,” I whisper. “Not this time. Not after what you did.”
A shudder runs through him and our lips crash in another explosive kiss. I lick at his mouth, drawing another delicious sound from his throat. Then I spin him around.
He breathes hard as I shove his jeans and briefs down, leaving biting kisses along his neck and shoulder.
I need him to fall apart at my hands and beg me with his heavy eyes to let him come.
Arkin gasps as I squeeze a handful of his naked ass, smacking it hard enough to cause him to jerk against the door.
“I bet you’re tighter than any girl I’ve fucked,” I say in a breathy voice just below his ear.
The dirty words cause another shiver to rack through him, and he tries to peek at me over his shoulder, but I grab him by the neck to keep him in place while ripping open my jeans.
“I wanted to kill you when I saw you with Amy,” I admit as I push my briefs down my thighs. The words taste bitter. Like the jealousy causing my hands to tremble. Whenever I think of her touching him, I want to mark Arkin’s skin. “Fuck you up real bad.”
What he did should make me want to hurt him because that’s what any sane person would do if they caught another guy railing their girlfriend, but all I can think about is getting him off.
Make him scream my name instead. Make him fall apart at my hands.
After stroking my cock a few times, enough to drive me insane with mad lust, I suck on my fingers to wet them.
His butt clenches as I spread him to circle his rim. “Relax for me, Ark.” I suck his earlobe into my mouth.
While I want to think I hate him, I don’t. I really fucking don’t, and it’s messing me up inside.
Arkin digs his fingers into the door and a small whine leaves him when I push a finger inside him. The moment I enter his warm body, something shifts inside me.
“Fuck,” I pant. “You feel like a dream. So fucking tight. I’ve never felt anything like it before.” I force in another finger, and my cock pulses at his pained whimper. “Do you like that?”
He nods almost feverishly, his breath stuttering. I bite his shoulder, pumping my fingers in and out of him until he’s nice and relaxed, and then I look around the room, searching for… something.
There’s a small bottle of lube on the bedside table.
Bingo.
The last thing I want to do right now is to break this spell we’re under, but I also don’t want to hurt him, so I order him not to move a muscle while I cross the room to swipe the lube off the nightstand.
As I stride back over, cock bobbing on my abs, I admire the view of his toned ass. He hasn’t moved like I told him, and it exhilarates me that he submits after he fucked my girlfriend silly to get a rise out of me.
I know he did it because he wanted attention.
I’ve ignored him this week, I think, as I squirt out a glob of lubricant. And now I’m finally giving him what he craves.
After I’m done lubing my cock, I grip him by the hair and press the crown to his tight exit. “Has anyone ever fucked you here?”
It takes him a moment before he shakes his head, and my heart freaking soars. I don’t know why it excites me so much to know I’m about to be the first man to invade his body, but it does. I press forward, feeling him stiffen against the intrusion.
“Relax, baby,” I whisper, my balls throbbing as I wrap my fingers around his throat and nibble on his earlobe. “You take this dick so well, don’t you?”
He nods again and I bite down at the same time my head pops in.
We groan in unison. The feeling is exquisite. “Fuck, Ark,” I whimper around a full-body shiver. “You were made for me.”
I slowly push all the way in, burrowing myself so deep inside his warm, tight channel I almost choke on my saliva when my balls brush up against his ass cheeks.
“Umpfh, fuucking hell…” The garbled words that come out of my mouth now make little sense even to my ears. I’m too lost in the incredible sensation to pay attention to the sounds I’m making.
I pull back before ramming back in, causing Arkin to groan.
“Fuck, baby.” I clamp my hand over his mouth. “Is this what you wanted when you fucked my girlfriend? To get my attention? You knew I’d go looking for you.”
With my hand on his mouth, I pull all the way out, and Arkin whines as he wordlessly begs for cock. I should be gentle with him. I should take it slow?—
No. I’m too aroused, driven by some primal need to conquer.
My crown slides through his ass cheeks before I shove deep inside him, drawing another one of those sweet sounds from his chest.
Sweet sounds I could get addicted to.
“Answer me.”
He nods. Yes, I wanted your attention.
I set a steady pace, lashing his prostate. “Who knew you were such a little cock slut?”
He shudders, pushing back against my deep thrusts. We’re not exactly quiet, and if my parents walked upstairs now, they could hear us. The thought arouses me more.
My forehead drops onto his shoulder. God, he’s so warm and tight, just fucking perfect, with all those hard muscles and masculine scent. He’s big. And strong. More importantly, he’s letting me do this.
It’s not like it is with women. Arkin could easily overpower me and take control, but he’s willingly submitting.
“Fuck!” I groan, hips stuttering. “You want my cum in you?” Before he can respond, I release his mouth to pull on his hair instead. “I want to come inside you so fucking badly, Ark. Please tell me you want me to fill you up.”
Another nod. I crave to hear his voice.
Maybe that’s why I reach around to stroke his massive cock because it draws those sweet, sweet sounds of pleasure out of him.
And he sounds so damn delicious when I touch him.
“You’re gonna come for me, baby?”
The second he nods, I shift away, tossing him on the bed.
His dark eyes widen as I climb on after him, crawling between his legs until his cock is by my face.
A bead of pre-cum slides down the thick length, so I lap it up, savoring his taste. Pushing up on his elbows, Arkin watches me swirl my tongue over his crown, but his head soon drops back with a groan.
Maybe it’s weird of me to fixate on his elongating throat, but when his Adam’s apple jumps, I go fucking feral.
Crawling up his body, I push him onto his back by his throat, reaching down to align my cock with his tight opening.
His lips part, and I push inside him until I’m so deep I barely know where I end and he begins.
With his throat gripped in my hand, I fuck him into the mattress while my balls slap against his ass and his dick leaks pre-cum on his stomach.
It’s mesmerizing how hard he is for me. I like it a lot. I like it so much, in fact, I wish we could stay in bed and fuck all the time.
Who needs sustenance?
I touch his dick, and a delicious sound rumbles in his chest as he arches his back.
“Arkin…” I moan his name, grabbing hold of the headboard.
My cock rams inside him harder and deeper until I’m ready to bust a nut in his ass.
Sweat trickles down my chest as my trembling fingers dig into the headboard, and I hold on to it so hard that my knuckles turn white.
“Come for me, sexy,” I urge as I shift his T-shirt out of the way of his abs so he doesn’t soak it in cum, not knowing where these praises are coming from.
I’m supposed to hate him. But now, as he gazes up at me with so much emotion in his eyes, it’s very fucking hard to drag up the dislike I usually feel for him.
He fucked my girlfriend.
I chant it in my head.
He fucked my girlfriend. He fucked my girlfriend. He fucked my girlfriend.
I don’t give a shit.
“Oh, fuck.” I suck in a breath.
Jeez… It feels so unbelievably good. I never knew sex could be like this.
Hand on the headboard, I press my forehead to his and chant his name like a fucking prayer, saying all sorts of crazy shit, like how tight he is, and how good he feels, and that I can’t wait to pump him full of cum.
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.