[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 368: Three Fingers, One Terrible Gym Lie

Chapter 368: Chapter 368: Three Fingers, One Terrible Gym Lie

~Zayn’s POV~

I scoffed, pointing at him. "No, I am not doing that with you."

He only smiled wider. "You will, baby. We’re going to be richer together."

I laughed. "Then go and collect it yourself!"

"Babe, please," he murmured, his tone softening into something coaxing. "Everything you receive is a reflection of your worth. Just take it, okay? It would mean a lot to him to do this for you."

"Okay, baby," I finally relented, unable to say no to him.

Suddenly, Evric went silent. His gaze softened as it drifted from my face down to my bare chest, lingering just long enough to make my breath hitch. Only then did I realize I was still standing there, half-naked, the air between us charged with something unspoken and dangerously intimate.

"Can you... Bring the camera down?" he rasped, his voice suddenly husky.

I smirked, slowly lowering the phone until the camera captured me standing there in nothing but my boxers.

"Fuck. Take them off for me," Evric commanded, his breath hitching. "I want to suck you through the phone."

I didn’t hesitate. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and pushed them down, stepping out of them. As they fell, my length bounced free, swaying slightly as I stood before the camera.

"God... you are so beautiful, baby," Evric breathed, his eyes wide and hungrily scanning every inch of my skin. I couldn’t help but smile, feeling the heat of his gaze even through the screen.

"Babe," Evric said after a moment, his expression shifting into something a bit more hesitant. "Can I ask you something? I’m not trying to be rude, I’m just... I’m curious."

"What is it?" I asked, leaning back against the desk.

"Have you ever..." He paused, clearing his throat. "Have you ever put your fingers inside yourself? While you were alone?"

I went silent, just looking at him through the lens. The sudden quiet made him stumble over his words. "I’m sorry, forget I asked. I shouldn’t have—"

"I have," I interrupted softly. "I’ve done it before. Honestly, I usually hate touching myself like that, but I was curious. I wanted to know what it felt like to have my own fingers there while I stroked myself."

Evric’s breath hitched. "And? How did it feel?"

"It felt good," I admitted, my voice dropping to a whisper. "But it’s nothing compared to you. It’s not even close to the feeling of having your cock inside me."

"My dick is the only thing you need, babe," he growled, his hand moving off-camera.

"Yes," I agreed, my heart hammering.

"How many times have you tried it?"

"Just once," I said. "I’m rarely ever alone long enough to even think about it. You’re always with me, and I don’t need to do it myself when I have you."

Evric groaned, his eyes hooded. "If you don’t mind... could you do it for me now? I want to watch you. I want to see you open yourself up and stroke yourself while I watch. If you can’t..."

"I’ll do it," I said, my pulse racing. "I’ll do anything you want."

I carefully propped the phone up on the bedside table and climbed onto the bed. I piled a couple of pillows behind my back, reclining so the camera had a perfect view of my body. I spread my legs wide, exposing my entrance clearly to him.

"God, babe... look at you," Evric whispered, his voice thick with lust.

I started slowly, rubbing my hands over my chest and down my stomach, my breathing turning jagged and shallow. Evric started talking dirty, his words low and filthy, praising my body and telling me exactly what he wanted to do to me. On the other side of the screen, I watched him undress, his hand immediately finding his own length and beginning to stroke.

"Put your hand inside for me, baby," he urged. "Let me see."

I groaned, reaching down. I slicked my fingers with my own heat and slowly pressed one finger inside. The sensation made my head roll back.

"Deeper," Evric moaned, his movements on camera becoming more frantic. "Give me another one."

I added a second finger, stretching myself open as I began to stroke my cock with my other hand. The sight of it had Evric moaning loudly.

"Try three, babe. See if you can take three for me," he gasped, his face flushed and his eyes blown out.

"Nnnh... no, babe, three is too much right now," I whined, my hips arching off the bed. "Two... two is perfect."

"Two is fine, then. Just like that. Fuck, Zayn, you’re so tight," Evric groaned, his voice cracking as he watched me through the screen. His eyes were dark, fixated on the way my fingers disappeared inside myself. "Watch me, baby... Yes... baby... fuck me. Watch how much I want you. Put your hand deeper, baby. Give me all of it."

I let out a ragged moan, pushing my fingers in as far as they could go while my other hand gripped my cock, beginning a rhythmic, desperate stroke.

"Deeper and faster, Zayn! Don’t stop!" Evric commanded, his own hand a blur as he worked himself.

I obeyed, my hand moving in a frantic, sliding friction that matched the pace of my hips arching off the bed. I was losing myself in the sound of his voice, my breathing becoming a series of sharp, broken gasps. "Nnnh... ah, Evric... fuck!"

"Fuck me, Zayn," he moaned, his head rolling back, the muscles in his neck straining. "Fuck me, baby... I’m so close now. I want you to take the third finger. Take the pain like it was my cock stretching you out. Spit on it, make it smooth for me, and take it all."

My heart was thundering against my ribs. I quickly coated my fingers, the slickness allowing me to force a third finger inside. The fullness was intense, a sharp ache that quickly turned into a blinding heat. "Daddy... Fuck... ah! Daddy, I’m close!" I cried out, my voice hitching as I drove my fingers deep, my thumb catching on my own rhythm as I stroked myself harder.

"Fuck, baby, I’m going to cum!" Evric’s voice rose, a desperate growl. "Imagine me going deeper inside you... yes, baby! Go harder for me! Let me feel you deeper!"

"Fuck me right there!" I screamed, my eyes fluttering shut as my world narrowed down to the sensation of his voice and my own touch. "Daddy, I’m cumming! I’m going to—ahhh!"

I collapsed into the climax, my body jolting as I spilled onto my own stomach, the heat of it coating my skin. At the exact same moment, Evric let out a gutteral shout, his body tensing as he reached his own peak.

"Fuck me, yeah! I love the way you ride me, Zayn!" he shouted, his voice raw. I watched through blurred eyes as he came, the evidence of his sperm spilling over his hand and stomach, thick and white. "Take it all, baby... don’t let a single drop go to waste."

The silence that followed was filled only with our heavy, jagged breathing. I collapsed back against the pillows, my limbs feeling like lead, my skin flushed and damp.

"How does that feel, love?" Evric asked after a long minute, his voice returning to a soft, spent hum.

I felt a stray tear of pure overstimulation track down my face. "You’re going to spoil me, Evric," I murmured, my voice trembling. "You’re absolutely going to ruin me."

Evric watched me with a look of pure, unconditional adoration, a little, satisfied smile playing on his lips. "It’s okay, baby. Just be spoiled for me. You and I deserve every bit of it."

I smiled, my heart swelling. "I love you so much, Evric."

He grinned, eyes locking onto mine. "I love you more, Zayn... with every single breath I take."

I just smiled back, letting myself get lost in his gaze.

We didn’t hang up. Instead, we propped our phones up in our respective bathrooms, watching each other shower through the steam. It was intimate in a way that felt even deeper than the sex—just the quiet sound of falling water and the sight of each other’s tired, happy faces. Afterward, we crawled into our separate beds, keeping the call active until our breathing synced up and we both drifted off to sleep, miles apart but tethered by the soft glow of the screen.

The next morning, a sharp rapping on my door jolted me awake.

"Zayn! Get up! Breakfast is getting cold and Dad is already at the table!" Liana’s voice chirped from the hallway.

"I’ll be out in a second!" I called back, my voice sounding like I’d swallowed sandpaper.

I rolled over to get out of bed, and the moment my feet hit the floor, a sharp, throbbing reminder of last night shot straight up my spine. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. "Ooh... God," I hissed, wincing as I felt the distinct, sore ache in my entrance. Evric’s "command" to use three fingers had definitely left its mark.

I showered and dressed with the gingerly grace of an eighty-year-old man, moving as if my joints were made of glass. I hobbled down the stairs, trying my best to walk normally, and made it to the dining room.

"Good morning, Dad," I said, offering a tight smile. As I went to sit down in the wooden dining chair, I let my weight drop a little too fast. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"GAH! *Fff—*udge!" I yelped, the curse word dying on my tongue just in time. I practically levitated an inch off the seat, my face turning a bright, frantic shade of red.

Liana froze with a piece of toast halfway to her mouth. My father lowered his coffee cup, looking at me with genuine concern. "Zayn? What on earth happened? Are you in pain?"

"Did you pull a muscle?" Liana asked, leaning in to squint at me. "You’re sweating."

"I... uh..." I scrambled for a lie, my fingers curling hard around the edge of the table. "It’s the... the gym!"

"The gym?" Liana frowned. "You’ve been busy lately."

"Yes," I said quickly. "I watched some workout videos, then did a bit of personal training last night before I went to sleep."

My father raised an eyebrow...