Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
A fter 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.
When another pained noise sounds from him, I push onto my elbows.
He tosses, kicking his quilt off, and then his gasp fills the silence. I sit up, rubbing my tired eyes with the heel of my palms. “Arkin?”
He fails to respond, but his breathing picks up, and another pained sound descends on my chest like a boulder.
After a few minutes of listening to him suffer a nightmare, I get out of bed and approach him quietly. He whimpers like a scared little kid or a beaten dog. “Arkin?” I whisper again, my heart thumping hard as the floorboards creak beneath my feet.
My voice seems to soothe him, and he relaxes visibly, but it’s not long before he makes that distressed sound again. The one that tightens my chest.
“Arkin,” I say again more urgently as I sit beside him. His forehead is clammy, his hair damp with sweat. “Shh. It’s okay.”
I stroke my fingers through the strands to try to soothe him, and it works at first. His breathing evens out, and his muscles relax. Something warms in my chest. But then he lets out a cry before he lashes out, catching me in the jaw with his knuckles. His eyes pop open and he backs up in the bed, quivering like a frightened child.
“What the fuck, Arkin?” I wince.
Surprised, I touch my sore jaw. Then I look at him again, and my initial anger melts away. He’s visibly shaking, arms wrapped around his knees like he’s fighting to hold himself together. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
He’s not looking at me, his head tilted down in a submissive position.
Approaching him carefully, I crawl onto the bed. “Hey… It’s me.”
What happened to the guy to cause him to wake up this frightened? Whatever it was, it must have been bad. The thought of someone hurting my Arkin infuriates me—my broken, beautiful Arkin.
These feelings should rattle me. I hated him, yet now I have the overwhelming urge to protect him against the monsters in his nightmares.
“Hey,” I whisper softly as I settle beside him. “You’re safe, okay.”
Every muscle in his large body quivers, and he holds his breath as I drape my arm over his shoulder. I don’t know what I’m doing, but something inside me wants to make him feel better.
That same something hates seeing him scared.
“Who hurt you?” I whisper the words onto his racing pulse point.
He finally looks at me, his eyes big and glassy in the darkness, but I’m staring at his mouth, those tempting, tempting lips.
“I’ll kill whoever hurt you.” My quiet words are surprisingly grungy and raw. “I’ll fuck them up for you.”
His scratchy stubble feels amazing beneath my fingers. I’m under a spell, leaning in slowly to suck on his supple bottom lip, and he moans softly—a sexy, masculine sound that’s barely audible above the pounding pulse in my ears.
Need and desire burns in my veins as I pull my T-shirt over my head before removing his with almost frantic hands.
Our tongues tangle in the darkness, and our breaths dance between our hungry, eager mouths.
Then my fingers are back in his short hair and on his contracting abs as I guide him onto his back with my lips locked on his.
Settling on top of him, I grind our dicks together through our briefs. “You feel so good.”
His hands explore the planes of muscle in my back and chest, touching everywhere, yet I want more. I want all of him.
My lips kiss a wet path down his throat and across his chest. I swirl my tongue over his pebbled nipples, and he squirms when I yank his briefs halfway down his thighs. Then he kicks them off, threads his fingers through my hair, and tugs on the short strands.
“You’re trembling.” I suck on his nipple with a soft, appreciative groan, refraining from touching his dick yet, despite how eager I am to feel him in my hand. I tease him instead until he’s leaking pre-cum all over his abs, then shift lower to swirl my tongue through the salty liquid. “You taste so damn good.”
His length twitches in response, and he pushes up onto his elbows to watch.
“You want to fuck my mouth, baby?” I ask, and he nibbles on his lip before he nods. Yes, I want to fuck your mouth.
His long, veiny dick looks painfully engorged on his abs as I wrap my fingers around the girth, marveling at how huge it looks in my grip. I have big hands, but Arkin’s cock is a work of art.
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. I want to 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 my hand 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.
Arkin guides me up and down his cock with his arm around my waist, slowly at first, before slamming me down hard each time I rise. The burn soon eases as the sounds of our harsh breaths and slapping skin fill the dark room.
My heart pounds. Hard. That’s a first. I don’t think I’ve ever been aware of it while fucking. Not like this. My heart speaks its own language, fluttering behind my ribs like it wants to wrap itself around Arkin’s and never let go.
The man in question unwraps his arm from around my waist then drags his large hands up my sweaty back. My body responds in earnest, and I kiss him hard. “More. I need more.”
Arkin digs his fingers into my shoulder blades and then slides his hands back down to grab hold of my behind so he can grind me into him. His tongue invades my mouth, warring with mine until we’re forced to break away or pass out from oxygen deprivation.
Seconds later, I’m back to feasting on his mouth. God, I never want to stop.
“Fuck me, Arkin.” My words are a silent plea in the night.
We’re animalistic in our desire—rutting, moaning, sweating together. It’s the most erotic experience of my life.
As I slowly gain confidence, I claw at his hair and bite his jaw, lips, and neck… Anywhere I can reach.
We breathe. We fuck. We climb the mountain together until we reach the top. “I’m close.” My fingers thread in the hair at his nape. “So fucking close.”
Arkin stares at my mouth and then lifts his gaze to my eyes.
“Are you close? Please tell me you’re close,” I beg. “I’m two seconds away from blowing my load. I can’t hold it off much longer.”
Arkin kisses me, and everything slows down. His touches turn softer, reverent as he trails his lips to my ear. With his hands on my trembling body and his shaky breath on my skin, he whispers, “Zachary.”
Just one word—my name.
I fall.
Down.
Down.
Thick ropes of cum pulse over his chest and mine. He holds me through it, arms wrapped around me, sucking and nibbling on my earlobe.
“Arkin, Arkin, Arkin, fuck!” I moan.
When the last quiver racks my body, he guides me down on the bed and kneels over me with his cock gripped tightly in his fist.
Satiated, I watch him pleasure himself. It doesn’t take long, a few strokes at most, before he hovers on the edge of no return.
“I want you all over me.”
No sooner has the words left my lips when jets of cum spray from his dick.
I’ve never witnessed a more erotic sight. Arkin jerks his cock with a groan, coating me in his hot release.
After the final squirt hits my chin, he collapses on top of me, a quiet chuckle rumbling his chest. We should probably shower, but we’re both exhausted. Reaching for the quilt, Arkin pulls it up.
I never thought I’d say this, but I don’t mind that we’re both slick with cum and sweaty as hell.
As he settles in beside me, I feel content.
Everything is right in the world. Here, with him.
Facing each other on our sides, we smile while Arkin trails his finger down the bridge of my nose. It’s sweet.
My heart soon settles in my chest, afloat on a calm sea as he traces his fingers over the tender spot where he punched me earlier. I place my hand over his. “I’m okay.”
He huffs a regretful sigh, and I lean in closer in the dark and brush my lips against his as I whisper, “You said my name.”
We study each other. Who knew the eyes could be so expressive? Arkin’s speak their own language.
We kiss. It’s soft at first, but then the flames ignite. Arkin pulls me closer, his thigh between my legs as he explores my mouth with his eager tongue. I’m equally starved for him. We’re magnets, destined to come together in an inferno of lust.
When he slides inside me this time, it’s deep and slow. Gentle waves lapping at a beach on a sunny morning.
We’re our own cosmos.
And this is our starry night.
“Fuck me, baby. Give me everything.”