[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 303: Breaking Fears, Breaking Barriers

Chapter 303: Chapter 303: Breaking Fears, Breaking Barriers

~Nantam’s POV~

I nodded yes.

He scooped me up in his arms. I instinctively expected him to carry me into the BDSM bed and chain me to the cross, but to my profound surprise, he carried me out of the inner room completely, across the main suite, and landed my back gently on the plush, untouched bed. He climbed on top of me.

"I will never hurt you, Nantam," he whispered, his eyes earnest and sincere. "And I will never use any of that on you." He glanced back toward the hidden doors. "I told you in the living room that I have a dark side, but I meant what I said: I’m willing to change for you."

"You are the first person who has gotten me aroused this much without me having to use those things first," he confessed, showing me his intensely hard cock. "Every time I see you, Nantam, I feel like this. I get so much need down here." He smiled tenderly. "So trust me... I will never hurt you. And everything in that room? I’ll have it all gone. Just for you. Okay?"

I nodded, trusting him completely.

He brushed his thumb over my cheek, voice low and sincere. "If you’re willing to try with me, even after knowing I might hurt you, then the least I can do is make sure I never, ever hurt you. Okay?"

He pulled back, his eyes searching mine. "So, I’ll ask one last time. Are you ready to have sex, or are you just proving a point? I can stop, and really wait until you are absolutely ready. I can—"

I didn’t let him finish. I reached up, pulled his face down, and kissed him deeply. "I’m ready," I said against his mouth.

He smiled, a look of triumphant tenderness, and gently stood up. He moved to the side table, retrieving a bottle of oil and a condom, bringing them back to the bedside.

"All you have to do is just relax," he instructed, his voice low and soothing. I nodded. "Okay."

He knelt beside the bed. He asked me to sit at the edge, my cock standing hard and demanding attention. He took me into his mouth. His breath on my cock felt like heaven, but he didn’t stroke, he just held me there, his warm mouth enclosing me, feeling it in his mouth, making me harder and harder, yet denying the release.

My dick in his mouth was a delicious, agonizing punishment because he wouldn’t stroke.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark, his mouth still enclosing me. "What do you want?"

I groaned, the demand breaking my composure. "Suck me."

He smiled, a flash of pure mischief. "Beg me," he whispered, then added, "Say, ’Please suck me.’"

I muted instantly, too shy to beg. This was already so vulnerable.

He just licked the tip, then, without warning, took me deeper down his throat.

I groaned again, a choked, involuntary sound. That felt so incredibly sweet.

Then he stopped, pulling back slightly. "Beg me, Nantam."

I couldn’t help it. The need was too intense, the pleasure too close. I gave in. "Please suck me, Evans."

"Suck what?" he coached, his eyes sparkling.

I quickly replied, "Please suck my dick."

He smiled. He put one hand on my chest and grabbed one side, gently playing with my nipple. Then, finally, he started stroking me.

"Hold my head," he instructed, "and have control over your own cock."

I obeyed, my hand gripping his hair. I started controlling the rhythm while he stroked, moving my hips in a frantic, desperate rhythm. I started moaning: "Hmmmm..."

He was stroking me perfectly. "Yes, please, Hhhmmmnnn!" I gasped.

He stroked harder, faster, and in just a few minutes, I was already close.

"I’m close," I warned him, pushing his head away to finish myself. I stroked hard and fast, releasing all the cum in a sudden rush that spilled over his chest. It was fast, but it was hot.

I collapsed back, breathing hard, heart racing. As I opened my eyes and looked at Evans, I realized his expression had changed. He looked distant, almost sulking.

"What’s wrong?" I asked, my voice still breathless. "Did I—"

Before I could finish or misunderstand, he quickly told me: "Why did you push my head?"

"I didn’t want to cum inside your mouth!" I explained quickly.

"You should have asked me first," he replied, his tone subdued.

I immediately apologized. "I’m sorry, I truly didn’t know I needed to ask."

But his expression remained the same, a tight, disappointed look.

"Is it about the cum?" I asked, my voice tight with defensiveness and vulnerability. "Or are you disappointed I came quickly?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but I hurried on, "I’ll get better... just give me time."

Without a word, he moved swiftly. His hands pressed my shoulders gently as he guided me to lie flat on the bed. In one smooth motion, he climbed on top of me, pinning me gently but firmly, his weight a comforting mix of dominance and care.

"Hey," he said, pressing his body against mine. "It’s not about... it was actually because you pushed me."

I felt the sudden sting of tears. "I feel bad right now."

He immediately softened, recognizing my distress. He begged me: "I’m sorry. It’s alright. It’s not your fault. I should have held your waist, but I didn’t. I’m sorry."

Evans’s real panic started when he saw actual tears welling in my eyes.

"No, Nantam," he pleaded, his voice sincere. "I never want you to feel bad. I was wrong. I know you aren’t experienced yet. I shouldn’t have acted like that. I’m truly sorry."

"I know you’re sorry," I told him, trying to stop the tears. "I’m just an overthinker. I thought you were disappointed."

"No," he said, kissing my forehead.

I admitted my vulnerability. "I’m very sensitive and I overthink everything. I might just cry over anything. Don’t let that bother you."

He looked at me and gently tapped the top of my nose. "Ouch," I said, a small, genuine smile finally returning.

He smiled too. "I might sound crazy," he confessed, "but I find that... cute."

"I loved how you sucked me," I told him, needing to reassure him that the moment wasn’t ruined.

Evans’s smile widened. "Then we should move to the next part. The main event."

"Okay," I agreed, my heart hammering in my chest.

We kissed, a deep, consuming kiss that left me breathless. His lips moved from mine down to my neck, tracing my jaw, my ear, and even teasing my lips before gliding lower to my nipples. Then, just as suddenly, he returned to my lips, our mouths meeting again. My body trembled, I was completely ready for whatever was coming next.

He gently parted my legs and settled between them. Raising my legs softly, he broke the kiss for a moment and poured a small amount of oil onto his cock. Then he handed me a condom. "Put this on for me," he instructed, his voice low and commanding.

I did, my hands shaking only slightly.

He gently lifted both my legs and poured oil onto my entrance. He looked into my eyes, serious and focused. "I will go in now," he said softly.

"Okay," I said, bracing myself.

"Just three gentle thrusts," he said, his voice calm but firm. "You need to relax, Nan. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," I breathed, trying to steady my racing heart. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Then, with a careful, deliberate motion, he thrust for the first time. A sharp gasp escaped me. "Ah... Evans..."