[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 387: Sucking, Riding My Husband

Zayn’s hands flew to Evric’s back, his fingers digging in before sliding down to grip Evric’s butt, pulling him down, forcing the grind to go deeper.

They moved in a rhythmic, desperate frot, their bodies seeking every ounce of heat they could find.

Evric didn’t stop the onslaught of kisses, trailing his lips down Zayn’s throat to his collarbone, marking him as his husband over and over again.

Zayn let out a ragged, desperate moan, his body arching into every touch as they moved together in the flickering light.

Suddenly, Evric caught Zayn’s wrists, pulling them from his hips and pinning them securely above his head against the silk pillows. He used his superior strength to control the rhythm, looming over Zayn while he captured a nipple in his mouth again, sucking with a heat that made Zayn’s toes curl.

Zayn forced his eyes open, his breath hitching as he stared up at the man who was now his world. The intensity in Evric’s gaze was staggering. "Daddy... kiss me," Zayn murmured, his voice a broken plea.

Evric crashed his lips against Zayn’s, but in a sudden burst of reclaimed energy, Zayn twisted. With a strength that caught Evric off guard, Zayn rolled them over, pinning Evric to the mattress.

For a moment, a dark, dominant spark flickered in Zayn’s eyes, a side of him that was even more intense than Evric’s.

He began to kiss Evric with a ferocity that left them both breathless while he helped Evric shed the last of his clothes. As their skin finally met without the barrier of fabric, the friction of their bodies sent a jolt of pure electricity through the room.

Zayn began a slow, worshipful journey. He pressed feverish kisses from Evric’s toes up to his stomach, pausing to suckle at his navel until Evric was groaning, his fingers digging into the sheets.

Zayn moved to Evric’s hands, kissing each finger and the new wedding band, all while the faint, melodic echoes of the reception music drifted up from below.

Zayn claimed him. He took one of Evric’s nipples into his mouth, sucking with a possessive force that clearly said mine, while his hand teased the other nipple. Evric’s head thrashed back, a loud "Fuck, babe..." escaping his throat as he struggled to catch his breath.

Zayn didn’t let up. He moved to Evric’s neck, biting the corded muscle just hard enough to leave a mark before immediately soothing it with his tongue.

Evric let out a low, guttural sound, his hands wrapping around Zayn’s back, pulling their sweat-slicked bodies together. As their cocks rubbed together in a slow, agonizing frot, the sensation felt like it was reaching into their very souls.

The feeling surged through him all at once. Zayn leaned in, his lips brushing Evric’s ear as he gasped, "I’m close," his body betraying the control he’d been fighting.

Evric chuckled breathlessly, his eyes dark with lust. "Me too, baby."

The pace shifted instantly from a slow burn to a wildfire. Evric’s hands moved from Zayn’s back to grip his waist with bruising force, anchoring him as he began to drive upward with deep, intense thrusts.

The friction of their bodies, skin-to-skin and slick with sweat, created an electric heat that seemed to vibrate through the silk sheets beneath them.

Zayn’s head thrashed back, his throat bared to the candlelight as he let out a series of broken, high-pitched moans. "Yes... Daddy... faster! Please, just like that!"

"Fuck, Zayn... keep your mouth on me," Evric commanded, his own breath coming in ragged, shallow bursts. Zayn obeyed, burying his face in the crook of Evric’s neck, his teeth grazing the skin as he shuddered.

They moved together in a desperate, breathless rhythm, the world outside the suite completely forgotten.

The slow, rhythmic frot of their bodies became faster and more frantic until the tension reached a breaking point. With one final, powerful thrust from Evric and a desperate moan from Zayn, they both went over the edge.

They moved together, breathless and shaking, until the world narrowed down to a single point of pleasure.

Zayn’s entire body went rigid, his fingers digging into Evric’s shoulders as he came, his moans muffled against Evric’s skin.

Seconds later, Evric followed, a low, guttural roar escaping his chest as he shuddered violently, holding Zayn as if he were the only thing keeping him grounded to the earth.

Hearts hammering against one another in the quiet of the room.

After a few moments of recovery, Evric sat up, moving to the sofa where the soft light hit his silhouette. He looked at Zayn, his gaze heavy and commanding once more. He gestured for Zayn to come to him. "Come here," he murmured.

Zayn followed the silent command, dropping to his knees between Evric’s legs. He looked up at his husband with unwavering devotion, his eyes reflecting the candlelight, before wrapping his lips around Evric’s thick, pulsing cock. He took him into his mouth, starting their night of celebration with a slow, intimate heat.

Evric’s breath hitched instantly. He reached down, fist dragging through Zayn’s hair to control the depth and rhythm. "Yes, baby... suck my cock. Suck me good, Zayn," he groaned, his hips twitching forward.

Zayn gripped Evric’s muscular thighs, letting his husband dictate the pace. He swirled his tongue around the head, sucking the length with a rhythmic pressure that had Evric’s head thrashing back against the sofa.

"Faster, babe. Go faster," Evric commanded, his voice a raw, gravelly rasp.

Zayn obeyed, his head bobbing in a blurred rhythm as he took more of the thick length into his throat.

Evric closed his eyes, his grip tightening in Zayn’s hair as he groaned, "Fuck, yes... right there. Don’t stop, please."

Zayn took him even deeper, his throat working around the heavy cock until Evric’s composure completely shattered.

He began to thrust his hips into Zayn’s mouth, his voice a broken mess. "Babe, I’m close... I’m cumming!" Zayn didn’t slow down; he went faster, milking him until Evric let out a guttural roar, his sperm spilling into Zayn’s mouth and across his flushed face.

Evric sat there for a moment, breathing hard, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. But he wasn’t done. He reached for a bottle of lube he had prepared, pouring a generous amount over his still-hard cock.

Then, he reached for a glass of wine. Looking down at Zayn, who was still kneeling between his legs with a mess of white on his lips, Evric’s gaze darkened. "Open your mouth, baby."

Zayn obeyed without hesitation. Evric tilted the glass, pouring the cool wine into Zayn’s mouth and letting the excess spill down his chin and across his bare chest. "Baby," Evric murmured, his voice heavy with a sudden, protective seriousness.

"Yes, Daddy?" Zayn whispered.

"If it ever becomes too much, tell me. I’ll stop. I don’t want to hurt you or drain you completely, okay?"

Zayn lifted his gaze, a defiant hunger burning in his eyes. "Daddy," he said firmly, "do whatever you want. I knew exactly what I was choosing, and I’m not backing down now."

Evric’s lips curled into a proud, possessive smile. "That’s my husband." He reached down, scooping Zayn up and pulling him into a deep, messy kiss, tasting the mixture of wine and his own cum on Zayn’s tongue.

He guided Zayn to straddle him, holding Zayn’s neck with one hand while the other stroked his own rigid cock.

Zayn began to sink down, his entrance stretching inch by inch as he took the massive length into his body. He let out a choked moan, his eyes fluttering as he adjusted to the fullness of his husband.

Once Evric was buried deep inside him, Zayn’s cocks pressed against Evric’s chest in the heat of their embrace, and the friction became a searing focus for them both.

Evric gripped Zayn’s waist, his fingers digging into the skin to anchor him, and began to thrust upward. It was slow at first, a deep, soul-searching rhythm that made Zayn gasp, but it quickly grew harder and more intense as the need for more took over.

Each powerful surge sent Evric’s thick cock deeper into Zayn’s core, hitting his sweet spot with a precision that made Zayn’s world tilt. Zayn’s hands clutched at Evric’s shoulders, his nails grazing the skin as he met every heavy thrust.

The sound of their bodies colliding and the wet friction of their skin against the silk sheets filled the room, drowning out the distant music.

"Oh god, Evric... right there," Zayn groaned, his head falling back as the intensity reached a fever pitch.

Evric didn’t let up; he increased the speed, his thrusts becoming a relentless, driving force that claimed every inch of Zayn.

He wanted to feel the moment Zayn finally broke. He wanted to feel his husband come undone under the weight of his love and his body.

Zayn’s head fell back, his back arching as the thick cock kept hitting his sweet spot over and over. "Fuck me, Daddy... please!" he cried out, his voice echoing in the suite.

"Fuck me... go deeper!" He began to grind his...