Chapter 82: Suck Daddy First

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Suck Daddy First The next morning, I was the first to wake. Zayn was still curled against me, his steady breathing soft against my chest. For a long moment, I simply stared at him, letting myself get lost in the peace on his face. My fingers moved on their own, I brushed the tip of his nose, traced the line of his mouth, then gently pushed back a few strands of hair that had fallen across his forehead. When I cupped his lips lightly with my fingers, he unconsciously pouted, and the sight made him look so much like a child in his sleep that I couldn’t help but smile. Desire stirred in me almost immediately. My morning erection throbbed, thick and insistent, as I shifted closer. Leaning down, I pressed a kiss to his lips, soft at first, then deeper, more urgent. My mouth moved against his, kissing, nibbling, eating up every breath between us. Zayn stirred, his eyelids fluttering open. Instead of pulling away, he kissed me back, his lips parting with surprising hunger. The kiss grew stronger, more desperate, and I could taste the faint bitterness of the alcohol he had drowned in last night. I was about to let my body take over, to press further into him, when he broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to breathe. "Evric..." His voice was husky, low, almost fragile. I inhaled sharply, panting, my heart racing. "Yes, love?" He shut his eyes briefly, then whispered, "I have a headache." The words cooled my urgency in an instant. Tenderness rushed in to replace desire. I stroked his cheek with my thumb, pressing a light kiss to his forehead. "I’m sorry, baby. Rest. I’ll go downstairs and have the maid prepare you some hangover tea." He gave a small nod, grateful but too drained to speak more. With one last glance at him, still so beautiful, even in his weakness, I slipped out of bed and headed downstairs, determined to take care of him. When I came downstairs, I found Chrisly and Nuala already seated at the dining table, eating breakfast. For a moment, I paused, surprised. I hadn’t realized Chrisly had spent the night here. "So... you’re here," I said, more curious than anything else. Both of them looked up at me at the same time and greeted, "Good morning, bro." "Good morning," I replied with a small smile. Nuala tilted her head at me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I didn’t disturb you, did I? I heard you came back with your man." I leaned down and pressed a quick kiss on her cheek. "Thank you, sis. I really appreciate everything you said yesterday. And trust me, I’ve made my correction." Chrisly raised a brow at both of us, clearly puzzled. "Why are you two so dramatic? What exactly did Nuala say that makes you thank her like that?" I only smiled, unwilling to answer, because I could already sense an argument brewing between them. I excused myself and turned to the maid instead. "Please, prepare some hangover tea." Once I’d given the order, I sat down at the table with them, though I knew I wouldn’t stay long. "So, what time did you two come back yesterday?" I asked. That was enough for Nuala to launch into a full report, downloading everything that had happened after I’d left. I listened halfheartedly, my thoughts still lingering upstairs, until Chrisly reached into his pocket. "Your friend Thorley gave me his business card," he said, handing it over. "Told me to give it to you." I took it, thanking him sincerely. Just then, the maid appeared with the steaming cup of tea. Grateful, I stood, excusing myself. "I’ll take this upstairs." Without waiting for their reply, I left the dining room, carrying the tea carefully back to Zayn, leaving the two of them alone. When I returned upstairs, Zayn was lying flat on the bed, one hand draped across his forehead, covering part of his eyes, the other resting weakly on his stomach. His face looked pale, the toll of last night’s drinks still heavy on him. I set the tea down on the nightstand and carefully climbed onto the bed. Lowering myself over him, I rested against his chest, where the loose fabric of his shirt had fallen open just enough to reveal the soft curve of his nipple. The sight stirred something deep in me. Without hesitation, I leaned in and closed my lips over it, sucking gently. A muffled sound slipped from his throat. "Huh—Evric..." His eyes fluttered open, and before his voice could break into a louder moan, I crashed my lips against his, swallowing the sound into my mouth. His muffled moan vibrated against me, hot and desperate, making my chest tense with hunger. I slid my hand inside his pajamas, wrapping my fingers around his cock as my lips stayed locked on his. I kissed him deeply, tasting the heat of his mouth, my tongue teasing against his as I slowly rubbed the head of his cock, already starting to swell beneath my touch. Breaking the kiss just enough to breathe against his lips, I whispered, my voice low and heavy with need, "I want to eat you raw." Zayn exhaled shakily, his lips curving into a tired but knowing smile. "I know..." he murmured, pulling his mouth away just enough to look at me, "...I can’t escape this part of you while I’m here." We both smiled at each other, a silent promise hanging between us. Then, gently, I slid an arm around his shoulders, helping him sit up. "Drink this first," I said softly, bringing the tea toward him. He leaned into me, taking the cup in his hands, and I steadied him as he sipped, his warmth pressed against mine. When he set the cup down, his eyes landed on the small card resting on the bedside table. "Whose card is this?" he asked. "It’s from a friend," I replied casually. He gave a soft nod. "Okay." I smiled at him. "Come on, let’s go down for breakfast." "I’ll shower first," he said, pulling the blanket aside. A grin tugged at my lips. "Then let’s shower together." He glanced back at me, amused but firm. "No, Evric. You shower on your own, and let me shower on mine. Separately." I pouted, half whining, half teasing. "But it’s just a shower... why won’t you let me? I only want to shower with my baby. How is that so bad?" Zayn gave me that knowing smile, shaking his head. "Evric, if anyone saw you acting like this, they’d think you were obsessed with showers. Like that’s the only reason you’re being so clingy." I laughed softly, leaning closer. "Babe, I just want to shower with you. He hesitated, his lips twitching like he was fighting back another smile. Finally, he sighed in defeat. "Fine. But don’t think I don’t know exactly why you want to." I grinned, already knowing he was right. The same reason he resisted me was the same reason I wanted it so badly. We stepped into the bathroom together. Zayn moved quickly, setting his towel aside, reaching for the shower knobs, trying to act as if this was just about bathing. But my eyes lingered only on him, his back, the curve of his waist, that passage I hadn’t touched in too long. Before I realized it, my cock was already hard, throbbing with need. I bit down on my lip, watching him, and then I closed the distance between us. Slowly, deliberately, I pressed myself against him, letting him feel just how much I wanted him. Zayn froze, his hand still on the faucet. His breath hitched, and then he let out a low groan. "Evric..." His voice cracked with restraint, but when he turned his head, his eyes were burning. "I can’t keep my promise, baby. I want to fuck you so hard that your legs won’t even hold you up." He swallowed, his chest rising and falling as though he was fighting himself. Then he cursed under his breath, gripping the counter. "Damn it..." I smirked, my lips brushing his ear, "just allow me to fuck you good. Don’t tell me no this time." He turned to me, breath ragged, eyes blazing with surrender. "Okay..." he whispered. That was all I needed. I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at me, my cock pressing against his stomach. "That’s my man," I murmured with a smirk. "Now get on your knees... Suck Daddy first."