Chapter 124: Chapter 124: Hot and Hard Online
~Zayn’s POV~
I stared at the words on my phone, lips pressing into a thin line. I didn’t bother replying. To be sincere, it was annoying.
Halfway through my drive, Dean’s message came in: "We’ve decided to hit the club tonight. Are you joining?" I just read it without replying. I was already too irritated. I glanced at the time... it wasn’t even 10 p.m. yet. It made me even more frustrated. It was the weekend. I should be able to enjoy myself, but Evric’s endless texting had ruined everything.
Still, it was his last message that pushed me over the edge.
"Haven’t you gotten home yet?"
At that moment, I was literally parking outside my house. I read the message and bit down on my temper. I didn’t reply, because I didn’t want this to turn into an argument while he was so far away.
But then his call came in. A video call. I let it ring out. I tried to calm myself, tried to breathe, tried not to let anger get the best of me. By then, I had already opened my front door and sat down in the living room.
Another message lit up the screen: "Zayn, why is it taking you so long to get home? Are you sure you left your friends place? You’re not replying and you’re not picking up my calls."
And then another video call came through.
This time, I answered. I steadied my voice as best I could.
"Hello, babe," he said.
"Hello," I replied.
"Why weren’t you picking up my calls? Or replying to my chats?"
I lifted the phone slightly, showing the room around me. "As you can see, I’m home already."
He studied me for a moment. "Are you angry?"
I forced a small shake of my head. "No. I’m just... tired."
He wanted to keep talking, but I couldn’t anymore. My patience had already been stretched thin. "I want to sleep now," I said softly, firmly. "Goodnight."
Without waiting for a reply, I ended the call and set the phone face down beside me. My chest rose and fell heavily, irritation still crawling under my skin.
Not long after I hung up, another message came through. This time, it wasn’t sharp or demanding. It was an apology.
I’m sorry, babe. The reason I kept pressing for you to go home is because... Attached was a picture... his cock, thick, long, standing hard. I miss you. I didn’t mean to annoy you.
I stared at the screen, my chest tightening. Even then, I was still annoyed. He could have just said it from the start, that he was horny, that he wanted my attention. Instead, he kept pressing me to leave my friends and go home, pushing and pushing until it ruined my mood. I wanted him too, but now, he had already spoiled it.
So I only read the message without replying.
A few seconds later, another text followed.
I didn’t mean to annoy you, babe. I’m really sorry. I’ll let you sleep now. Don’t be angry, okay? You know how much I love you. Goodnight.
I read it, but again, I didn’t reply. I knew him too well, his mind wouldn’t rest without hearing my voice.
And sure enough, the phone buzzed again. Another video call.
This time, I picked up.
His face filled the screen, his expression heavy with guilt. He didn’t speak right away, just stared at me quietly.
I stared back, saying nothing.
Finally, he broke the silence. "You’re looking at me like you hate me now, Zayn. Don’t you love me anymore?"
I almost laughed. It was always like this, any small fight, any small tension, he’d fall back to that question. Don’t you love me anymore?
A smile tugged at my lips despite myself. "Babe, I was really annoyed. You could have simply told me, baby, go home, I’m horny. That would’ve been sexy... romantic. Not this."
His eyes softened."I’m sorry... but does that mean you don’t love me anymore?"
I couldn’t resist teasing him. I tilted my head and said, "Maybe."
His lips pushed into a pout. "Babe... I promise, if you love me again, I won’t do that anymore. Can you love me back?"
I exhaled, shaking my head with a small smile. How did I end up letting a baby like Evric be the top over me?
I looked at him and finally said, "Okay..."
His eyes brightened instantly. "Do you love me now?"
I nodded. "Yes."
"How big?" he pressed eagerly.
"I love you a lot," I answered softly. "Big enough."
His smile widened, almost childlike. "Okay, baby. Thanks for loving me."
Then his expression shifted, playful, teasing. "Can I show you my dick now?"
That pulled a laugh out of me. His eyes were shining, mischievous, so damn funny that there was no way I could refuse.
"Show me," I said, my lips curving into a grin.
Then he slid the silk pants down his hips, and his cock fell free... thick, heavy, already hard. It bounced against his stomach, bold and demanding, and the sight alone sent a sharp rush through me. My own cock stirred instantly, swelling with need.
"Babe, undress," he said, his voice low but commanding, curling inside me like it had taken root.
I obeyed, stripping down slowly under his gaze. The moment I was bare, my cock stood just as thick and aching, throbbing with the hunger he had ignited in me.
His tone deepened, threading into me, controlling me without even touching. My body was already betraying me, responding to him, every part of me wanting nothing more than to be taken by him.
He leaned back against the headboard, stroking himself slowly, his cock glistening in the dim hotel light. His eyes were locked on me through the screen, dark and burning.
"Touch yourself for me, babe," he said, voice rough, commanding but dripping with need. "I want to see you."
I moaned softly, my body tense with desire.
"Zayn," Evric’s voice rumbled through the phone, low and commanding, "I swear when I get back, I’m going to fuck you... three days straight, you won’t get a moment to breathe."
A shiver ran through me, my pulse quickening at his words. "You think you can handle me?" I teased back, matching his tone, my fingers trembling in anticipation.
"You have no idea, babe," he growled, his eyes dark and intense even through the screen. "I’ll make you beg, I’ll make you feel every second."
I laughed breathlessly, trying to keep control, but the teasing alone left me aching. "I don’t know if I’ll survive you," I whispered, my voice low.
He murmured, softer, "Soon, I’ll be there. And you’ll see exactly how much I’ve wanted you."
I swallowed hard, letting the anticipation curl tight inside me. "I’ll be waiting," I said, voice shaky, my heartbeat loud in my ears.
My chest rose and fell fast. I wrapped my fingers around my cock, stroking it from base to tip. A low groan slipped past my lips.
"Yeah, that’s it," he whispered, his pace quickening on his own cock. "Stroke it for me... let me see how hard you are. Fuck, you’re beautiful, Zayn. That thick cock... It’s all mine."
Heat crawled through me, my wrist moving faster, matching his rhythm. He angled the camera lower, showing me every slide of his hand, the veins bulging, his tip wet and slick.
"Look at me, babe," he ordered when my eyes fell shut. "Don’t look away. I want you to watch me cum for you."
I bit my lip, staring at his flushed face, the way his jaw clenched as he pumped himself. My hand was a blur now, precum dripping down my shaft.
"You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?" he growled, his voice trembling with pleasure. "Say it. Tell me whose cock is making you this hard."
"Yours," I gasped, stroking faster. "Fuck...Evric, it’s yours. Only yours."
His breath hitched, his strokes rougher. "Good boy. Cum with me, babe. Let me see you spill it for me."
My whole body was trembling, pleasure coiling tight in my stomach, ready to snap. "I—I can’t hold it," I gasped, my wrist a blur as slick precum slid down my shaft.
"Don’t you dare stop," he growled, eyes burning through the screen. "Stroke it for me. Look at me when you cum."
I forced my eyes open, locking on his. His jaw was clenched, muscles straining, every thrust of his fist brutal and desperate.
"Evric—fuck—" The word broke as my body seized. Heat ripped through me, thick ropes spilling across my stomach, my chest, dripping down my fist. My groans filled the room, ragged and helpless.
"Fuck, yes," he snarled, his body jerking violently. He pumped his cock once, twice more before he shuddered hard, streams spurting over his hand and thighs. His head fell back, a raw growl tearing from his throat as he came, chest heaving.
We both collapsed on opposite sides of the screen, breathing fast, sweat clinging to our skin.
His eyes found mine again, softer now but still dark with possession. A crooked smile tugged at his lips as he whispered, voice low and hoarse, "That’s my man. Always mine."
"I love you, Zayn," Evric said, his voice soft but full of warmth.
"I love you too, Evric," I replied, my fingers brushing against the screen as if I could touch him through it.
We stayed on the call as I stepped into the shower, the hot water running over me. I could see him in his own bathroom, steam curling around him, the sight making my pulse quicken. We exchanged glances, playful smiles, and soft laughter, both of us enjoying the closeness despite the distance.
After the showers, we dressed and settled back, letting the comfort of being "together" ease the tension between us. I leaned back on my bed, the camera angled just right so we could see each other fully, our connection unbroken.
Then, a knock echoed through Evric’s hotel room. His head tilted toward the sound. "Hold on," he muttered, standing and walking to the door.
He opened it, and a familiar voice drifted in. "Evric..."
Even without seeing the face at first, I knew immediately who it was. Vanya.