[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 344 -s : Shaking and Pleading for my Touch

~Evric’s POV~

He didn’t hesitate. His eyes remained locked on mine as his hands began to wander over his own skin

It was intoxicating to watch, his movements were slow, fluid, and heavy, like he was moving through water or a beautiful, drug-induced haze.

He arched his back, his fingers tracing the lines of his ribs, his palms sliding over his stomach with a rhythmic, seductive grace that made my throat go dry.

He let out a soft, whimpering sound as his hand drifted lower, grazing the top of his thigh, but I wasn’t finished.

"Stop," I said, the single word snapping through the air. He froze instantly, his hand hovering just inches away from his aching cock.

"Don’t touch your cock yet," I whispered, my gaze dropping to his chest. "That’s a reward you haven’t earned. Play with your nipples for me. I want to see you sensitive and pleading."

Zayn let out a frustrated, needy whine, but he obeyed.

He brought his hands up, his fingers circling and pinching his own nipples, his eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered to the sensation.

He was trembling now, his breath hitching in little gasps of "Daddy, please," as he realized I was going to push him to the very edge using nothing but my words.

I sat back, watching the masterpiece of his submission. "That’s it, baby. Show me how good it feels to obey."

I leaned back in the chair, my eyes dark with a hunger that was quickly becoming unbearable. I watched him writhe under my gaze, his skin flushed and slick with a fine sheen of sweat.

"Close your eyes, Zayn," I commanded.

He obeyed instantly, his long lashes fluttering shut against his cheeks. His vulnerability was a drug to me.

"Tell me how you feel inside right now," I whispered.

"I’m burning," he choked out, his head thrashing against the pillow. "I’m so hot inside, Daddy. Everything is... tight. It’s too much."

"And what do you need me to do to you?"

"I want you to fuck me," he gasped, his legs trembling as he kept them spread wide in an agonizingly beautiful invitation. "Please... I can’t breathe. Just fuck me."

"No, baby," I said, a slow, predatory smile spreading across my lips. "You aren’t getting off that easily. You have to beg me shaking and lose control."

"I’m losing my mind," he sobbed, the sound raw and desperate. "I can’t take this... please just fuck me already."

I stood up, the tension in my own body at a breaking point. I walked to my bag and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. Returning to the bed, I didn’t climb on top of him. Instead, I stood between his legs, the dominant master of his pleasure.

"Don’t touch your cock," I warned. I flipped the cap and poured the cool, viscous liquid over his aching length. The moment my fingers made contact to spread the lube, Zayn let out a shattered gasp, his back arching off the bed.

"Babe... please!" he begged, his hips bucking upward in a frantic search for friction. "I need you..." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"No," I said, my voice a low, gravelly rasp. "Touch yourself. Wrap your hand around your cock, Zayn. Slowly."

He reached down, his fingers shaking as they closed around his own shaft. I leaned over him, my face inches from his. I wasn’t touching him anywhere else, but my presence was suffocating.

"Stroke it," I commanded. "For me. Look me in the eyes and show me how much you need me."

I leaned over him, my chest nearly brushing his, the scent of the wine and his musk filling my senses. I watched his fingers slide up and down his slick shaft, and I lowered my head until my lips were grazing the shell of his ear.

"Look at you," I hissed, my voice thick with a dark, heavy hunger. "Look how much of a mess you are for me. You’re shaking, Zayn. You’re pathetic and beautiful, and you’re all mine. I want you to feel every inch of that hand and remember that the only reason you’re allowed to feel this good is that I’m letting you."

He let out a broken, high-pitched whimper, his hips stuttering.

"That’s it, fuck... wrap those fingers tighter," I groaned, my hand finally reaching out to grip his chin, forcing him to look at me while he worked himself.

"That’s it, fuck... you’re so beautiful when you’re desperate," I groaned, the sound vibrating against his skin. "Jerk that cock for Daddy. Let me hear how much you want it."

The rhythm of his hand increased, fueled by my words. He was close, his eyes rolling back, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

"Evric... please, kiss me," he pleaded, his voice breaking. "Kiss me! Please!"

"No, baby. Focus on my voice and let it guide you."

Zayn swallowed, his voice barely steady. "Then tell me," he whispered, "tell me how you plan to have me tonight. Please tell me how you’ll touch me... I’m losing my mind for you."

I smiled at him, then started to tell him exactly what he wanted to hear.

"I’m going to stretch you out so wide you’ll be screaming my name for the whole house to hear. I’m going to bury myself so deep in you that you’ll feel me in your soul. Every time you moan, every time you sob, you’re telling the world that you belong to a man. You’re telling them you’re my man."

"Yes... oh god, yes, Daddy," he cried out, his pace becoming frantic, his eyes glazing over with pure, unadulterated lust.

"I’m going to ruin this pretty little body," I whispered, my teeth nipping at his earlobe. "I’m going to fuck all that pride out of you until you’re nothing but a shaking, leaking mess begging for more. You want to be ’claimed’? I’m going to mark you from the inside out. You’re going to take every inch of me and you’re going to thank me for it while you choke on my name."

"Evric... please, I’m... I’m right there! I can’t—" He began to shake violently, his legs locking around my waist as he pulled me down. "Kiss me! Kiss me while I cum! I want to taste you while I release!"

I didn’t give him another second. I slammed my mouth against his, my tongue invading his mouth with primal dominance. I spoke into the kiss, my voice vibrating against his lips. "You’re going to cum for Daddy, aren’t you?"

"Yes... Yes, Daddy!" he moaned, his hand working in a frantic, blurred rhythm. "Please... I’m shaking... I can’t hold it!"