CHAPTER 53: CHAPTER 53: THE WAY YOU CALL ME

"You can be loud," I murmured between breaths, my lips brushing against his cock. "It’s allowed."

My mouth moved deliberately, slow and eager, and I looked up into his flushed face. "I want to swallow your cum, Zayn. Don’t hold back. Moan loud for me, let me feel how much you’re enjoying this."

"Evric..." he groaned my name, his voice heavy with need.

"Yes, baby?" I answered without lifting my mouth from his thick, aching cock, my words muffled around him.

"Ahhh... right there..." His voice trembled, the sound breaking into a moan. Then, through the haze of pleasure, he asked, "Why do you want me so bad?"

I pulled back just enough to smile up at him, still stroking him with my hand. "There’s no explanation for why you want or love someone," I said softly. "Especially when what you feel for them is deep and real."

He reached down, his fingers curling around my jaw, and gently pulled my mouth away from his cock. His eyes searched mine. "Have you ever thought... maybe one day I might get tired of you? That I could decide to go find a decent girl settle down and start a family?"

His words pierced through me. I stared at him for a moment before answering, my voice steady but laced with emotion. "I’m not losing you to anybody, Zayn. There’s no way I’ll give you the chance to get tired of me."

I swallowed hard. "Because I already love you. And I can’t unlove you. I know you feel the same, even if you haven’t said it yet. But if... if one day you truly decide to find a decent girl and start a family..." I paused, my mouth trembling. "I’ll beg you not to leave. I’ll tell you now, I can be a good husband to you. I know neither of us can give the other a child, but I can give you everything else. And if what you want is something I can’t give..."

My mouth trembled on the next words, but before I could speak, he leaned forward and caught my lips in a sudden, silencing, grounding me with a rough kiss.

"Fuck it," he breathed against my mouth when he pulled back. "I’ve never felt this way toward anybody before. If it’s not you, Evric, then it’s nobody. I only asked because I wondered if you ever thought about the future in a bad way, not because I’d ever walk away."

I nodded slowly, keeping my gaze locked on his. "No. I don’t think bad thoughts. I’m always positive because I trust what we share. Even though we’re not official, I know this feeling between us isn’t one-sided, we both feel it. And for that reason, promise me... no matter what happens in the future, we’ll face it together."

A slow smile curved his lips. "I’ll give you every promise... after I visit my mom. Once I’ve told her about you, and she agrees, I’ll make every promise to you."

"Promise?" I asked quietly.

"Yes," he said with a small nod. "Promise."

I leaned in, closing the distance, and kissed him deeply, sealing both his promise and my own.

When I finally pulled away, I waded out of the water, my skin still glistening under the light. I found a quiet corner by the pool, the kind where no one could disturb us, and sank into a chair. Without hesitation, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my swim boxers and slid them down in one motion.

"Come here," I said softly, my eyes locking on his.

He hesitated, his gaze darting away as if he’d guessed my intent. I could see it in the tension of his shoulders, he assumed I intended to claim him in that very moment.

Rising from the chair, I stepped toward him, closing the gap until I could feel the heat of his body.

Leaning to his ear, my breath warm against his skin, I whispered, "I already gave you my promise. I won’t go inside you, okay?"

His eyes softened, and he gave a small, almost reluctant nod.

"Good," I murmured, guiding him gently by the waist. "Now... sit on my leg."

He hesitated, but I coaxed him closer until he straddled my thigh. Our bare bodies pressed together, and the heat between us was undeniable, our hardened lengths brushing against each other. I reached for the small bottle of massage oil I’d brought, poured some into my palm, and smoothed it over both our cock, my hand wrapping around us in one firm, slow stroke.

His eyes locked on mine, his breath catching, and I found myself drawn to his lips. I kissed him deeply, tongues sliding together in a slow, intoxicating dance.

"Call my name, baby," I whispered against his mouth.

He let out a soft moan, his voice trembling. "Evric..."

A shiver ran down my spine. "I love it when you call my name." I broke the kiss, my mouth trailing down to his chest until my lips found his nipple. I flicked my tongue over it, and his head fell back.

"Yeah... right there," He groaned. "That’s what I want. That’s how I want you sound."

His voice was ragged, need dripping from every word. "Uhh... Evric... please..."

"Please what?" I asked, my strokes tightening.

"More..." he breathed. "Don’t stop. This feels so fucking good, Evric."

"Do you love it?" I pressed, watching his face.

"God... yes..." he gasped.

My chest tightened. "I love you, baby. I love you so much, Zayn."

His eyes opened briefly, meeting mine, and though he didn’t speak, the kiss he gave me in return said enough. I kissed along his neck, my lips brushing the shell of his ear, and he moaned again, his voice breaking.

"Yes... yes... yesss... Uhh... Evric..."

His pleasure spilled out in every sound, and then, unexpectedly, his words shifted. "Damn... baby... I love it..."

For a moment, I froze, my heart racing. It was the first time Zayn had called me that without me teasing or coaxing it from him. My lips curved into a smile. "What did you just call me?"

He met my gaze, a hint of shyness in his eyes. "Baby."

The word lit something inside me. I kissed him hard. "You’re mine, Zayn. I’m not giving anyone else the chance to have you."

"You’re mine too," he shot back, his tone fierce. "Don’t you dare touch anyone who isn’t me."

I smiled, emotion thick in my throat. "Zayn..." I nearly choked up at the rawness in his voice, the rare moment he gave affection back.

My strokes grew faster. "I’m close," I told him.

"Me too," he groaned.

I took his nipple back into my mouth, sucking harder as my hand pumped faster.

"Ahhh... I can’t—" he moaned.

"Ohhh... fuck—"

"Mmm... Evric, I’m going to cum!"

"Cum, baby," I urged, my own voice shaking.

The sound of his pleasure pushed me over the edge. I buried my moans against his lips as we came together, spilling hot between us, our chests slick and rising with heavy breaths.

"I love you, Zayn," I murmured, kissing him again.

He kissed me back without hesitation. I grabbed the towel beside us, wiping us clean, then pulled him against me. He rested his head on my chest, and I pressed a soft kiss to his hair, holding him close.

We were still tangled in each other’s warmth when my phone buzzed. Nuala’s name lit up the screen. I frowned, she knew I didn’t want her calling me, especially now.

Still, something about her calling anyway made my stomach tighten. It had to be important.

I swiped to answer. "Hello?"

"Brother... Dad is here."

I froze. "What?"