Chapter 76: Grinding Out the Truth

Chapter 76: Chapter 76: Grinding Out the Truth He looked at me for a long moment, his gaze unreadable, before he finally spoke. "If I move in with you, I’ll become your burden. Are you ready for that responsibility?" I nodded quickly, almost desperately. "Please, just move in with me. I’ll be a good boyfriend to you." His brows drew together slightly. "And how will you be a good boyfriend to me?" "I’ll love only you," I said without hesitation, the words tumbling out with raw urgency. "I’ll never hurt you, I’ll take good care of you. I’ll give you everything... everything... anything just please, babe... stay close to me." He finally nodded, his voice low but steady. "Okay, I’ve heard you, babe." The word slipped from his lips so naturally, yet it made my chest tense. "Babe." I wasn’t sure if he even realized how much weight it carried for me, but I did. My smile broke through almost helplessly, soft and trembling at the edges as I looked at him. "I love you so much, babe," I whispered, my voice shaking with the truth of it. My heart pounded so hard I was sure he could feel it through where he sat on my leg, pressed so close I couldn’t breathe without him. He met my gaze for a moment, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. Then, with the faintest curve of his lips, he answered quietly, "I know you love me. Thank you." The words settled heavy in my chest. Fear, pain, and something warmer swirled together inside me. I couldn’t look away from him. Instead, I let my eyes linger, on his lips, on the faint flush across his cheekbones, on the way he sat firmly on my lap, his weight pressing me into the chair. I tilted my chin with a faint smirk, teasing him. My hand slid up to his cock as I whispered, "You really have no idea what you do to me, do you?" His breath caught, his lips opened, and that was all the invitation I needed. I leaned up and kissed him. At first it was soft, almost testing, but Zayn answered with a hunger that surprised me. The kiss deepened, messy and hot, tongues tangling, wet sounds filling the space between us. I let my hand trail lower, down his chest, slipping between us until my palm cupped the bulge straining in his pants again. The moment I touched him, Zayn tore his mouth from mine with a sharp gasp. "Mmh...Evric..." His voice cracked, a moan spilling out as his hips jerked forward into my hand. I slid my hand to his chest, fumbling with his shirt until I unbuttoned two. The fabric parted, just enough for me to lower my mouth to his neck. I sucked hard, my lips and tongue teasing, leaving red marks along his skin. "Oh... huh," he gasped, his fingers clutching at my shoulders, grinding down harder against my lap. The heat between us was unbearable, the friction sharp, delicious. I couldn’t stop. My mouth traveled lower, finding his chest, and I caught one of his nipples between my lips, sucking, licking, teasing it until it hardened under my tongue. Zayn arched, his head thrown back. "Evric, ahh... babe... ohh... yes," he moaned, his hips moving faster, grinding down against me like he couldn’t help it. Every sound that left him made me harder, more desperate. I groaned into his chest, sucking him deeper, while my own hips bucked up to meet him. Our bodies pressed and rubbed together, clothes rough between us, sweat beginning to dampen the fabric. I grinned against his neck, pressing kisses along his. "Sensitive skin, I love the way you moan." I teased, my thumb rubbing slow circles over the hard shape of his cock. "Fuck... don’t stop... ahh..." he groaned, but his body betrayed him, grinding harder against my lap, seeking more friction. We kissed again, deeper, sloppier. His tongue pushed into my mouth, his breath hot and desperate, while my hand worked him through his pants. Every squeeze, every stroke made his moans louder. "mmm, babe... yes, ohh god..." Zayn’s voice broke into needy whimpers, his hips grinding faster against me. The pressure built between us, unbearable, both of us chasing it. I couldn’t stop myself either. My own cock strained painfully against my pants as I rocked up to meet him, our bodies sliding together in frantic rhythm. My free hand gripped his waist, holding him down against me. The sounds spilling out were filthy... wet kisses, sharp gasps, breathless curses. "Fuck—Zayn—mmm, so good," I groaned, biting at his lower lip before kissing him again, swallowing his moans. We kept grinding, harder, faster, until neither of us could hold it back. His nails dug into me, his body shaking. "Babe... I’m close, F-fuck... I’m cumming ..." he cried out, his body trembling against mine. I stroked him harder, grinding up into him as we both lost control. The heat snapped, release tearing through us almost in unison, messy and hot inside our clothes. Zayn clung to me, his forehead pressed to mine, his chest heaving as we shook with the aftershocks. I kissed him once more, softer this time, tasting his ragged breaths. "God, Zayn..." I whispered against his lips, still holding him, refusing to let go. "I can’t resist you," I confessed, my voice low and rough. "You’ve done something to me I can’t control, babe." I looked into his eyes, needing him to hear me. "No matter what happens between us... never let go of me. Okay?" He nodded, a soft smile tugging at his lips, and hugged me tighter as he spoke, "Evric... I have to work tomorrow, but now I don’t think I’ve got any strength left." I chuckled, brushing a kiss against his temple. "You could have stopped me, you know." "Why should I?" he answered, eyes soft but steady. His thumb brushed across my jaw as he held me closer. "My baby was hurting... and I knew the only way to make you happy was this. I can’t say no to my duties." I shook my head, smiling even though I knew he was just trying to lighten the mood, to brush away the weight of our earlier conversation. "You can’t say no to your duties, huh?" He grinned faintly. "Not when it comes to you." I smiled back, but deep inside, my chest felt heavy. Zayn had given me his warmth, his sweetness, and even his body just to make me happy. But my mind wasn’t at rest. No matter how I tried to push it aside, the thought clawed at me. What did he and my dad talk about...?