[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 114: Closer Than Distance

Her robe had slipped away.

And there she stood, half-naked in front of .

For a mont, I just stared, less out of desire and more out of disbelief at her audacity. Then her voice rang out, low and deliberate.

"Do you like what you see, Evric?"

I didn’t even flinch. For soone like , the right answer wasn’t hard to find.

"Try working out more," I replied flatly, my tone cold. "You’re not really in good shape."

Her lips parted, ready to say sothing, but I cut her off sharply.

"Pick up your robe. Cover yourself."

She scoffed, eyes narrowing. "Evric... are you..." she hesitated, then sneered, "are you even a man?"

I didn’t bother giving her the satisfaction of a reaction. My voice was sharper now, edged with anger.

"Where is the file?"

The seriousness in my tone silenced her. Without another word, she snatched up her robe, wrapping it tightly around herself before handing the folder.

I signed the papers quickly, not sparing her a second glance, and walked out of her room without looking back.

When I returned to my room, anger burned in my chest. I hated how Vanya had tried to play her ga, and I needed sothing, soone, to calm down.

Without thinking twice, I called Zayn. The first ti it rang, he didn’t answer. My frustration deepened, so I tried again. This ti, he picked up.

His voice ca through soft, almost drowsy. "Hey, babe..."

"Hi, baby," I breathed out, my tone sharper than I intended. "What took you so long to pick up?"

"I was in the bathroom," he replied. "About to shower before heading to the restaurant." Then his voice dipped with concern. "But your voice... You sound tense. Evric, are you okay?"

The mont I heard the shower, my irritation dissolved like ice under the sun. Just hearing him made everything lighter.

"I’m fine now," I told him gently. "Hearing your voice made feel better."

I quickly switched the call to video. When he accepted, I smiled. "Baby... place the phone where I can see you properly."

He didn’t even argue, just obeyed. He set the phone down, giving a full view of him. He was brushing his teeth, water dripping from his hair, his bare body glistening under the bathroom light. Every little movent of his cock made my pulse race.

"Babe..." I said, my voice lower now.

"Yes?" he answered, glancing at the cara.

"Looking at you like this... It’s making want you." My tone carried more aning than the words themselves.

For a mont, he was silent, his eyes holding mine through the screen. Then, in that soft but commanding voice of his, he said, "Then undress."

God. Hearing that made my heart pound. This side of Zayn... bolder, more open with ... was everything I had ever wanted.

I obeyed, stripping slowly until I sat back on the couch, bare. My body already ached for him. I leaned closer to the cara, my voice low.

"Baby... look," I whispered, showing him how hard I was, every inch of straining with need. "This is what missing you does to . Strong. Thick. Hard. All of ... only for you, Zayn."

He smirked, brushing lazily as his eyes stayed locked on . A smile curved his lips. "You’re just too naughty, Evric."

I grinned, heat flooding . "Don’t you like it?"

His smirk deepened. His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "I love it, Daddy."

Those words nearly undid . My body tensed with the ache of wanting him, and I let my voice guide him, because right now, even across a screen, I needed him to be mine.

Zayn’s breath ca through the speaker, uneven, shaky, and it made my cock twitch harder. He leaned closer to the phone, his lips parted, his lashes lowered as though he was already giving himself to .

"Stroke yourself for , baby," I commanded, my voice dropping low, rough.

He obeyed instantly, wrapping his hand around his cock, stroking slowly, his chest rising and falling with each breath. A soft moan slipped out of him, and fuck... just hearing that sound was enough to drive insane.

"Good boy," I whispered. "Faster. Let hear you, Zayn. Don’t hold back your voice...Daddy wants every sound."

He whimpered, his head falling back against the bathroom wall, the phone catching the perfect view of his flushed face and his pumping hand.

"Evric..." he gasped, voice trembling, "you’re... you’re making so hard."

I grinned, tightening my grip around myself, stroking in rhythm with him. "Look at , baby. Keep your eyes on while you touch yourself. You’re mine... say it."

"I’m yours," he moaned, hips jerking as he sped up. "All yours, Evric."

"That’s right," I growled, stroking myself faster, precum sliding down my length. "Only mine to fuck, only mine to make cum. Say it louder."

"Yours! Only yours!" His voice broke into a cry as his moans grew louder, desperate, needy.

The sound of his wet strokes, his soft whimpers, and his body trembling for had losing it. "Good boy... let Daddy hear you fall apart. Moan for , Zayn."

"Ahh—Evric! Evric, I—I can’t—!" His moans turned into ragged cries, his whole body shaking as he ca, spilling hot over his hand, his chest, his thighs.

The sight of him losing control because of my voice alone sent over the edge. With a guttural groan, I stroked harder, faster, until my orgasm crashed through . My release spilled over my hand, thick and hot, and I couldn’t stop the filthy words from leaving my mouth..."Fuck, Zayn, you make Daddy cum so hard."

We stayed like that, panting, staring at each other through the screen. His flushed face, the way his lips trembled with a faint smile, and the ss on both our bodies, it was perfection.

"See?" I whispered, still catching my breath. "Even when I’m miles away, you’re mine. Only mine."

He nodded weakly, eyes heavy, voice hoarse. "Only yours, Evric... always."

When the last of our breaths finally steadied, I whispered, "I love you, baby."

Zayn’s lips curved into the softest smile, his voice still rough with the echo of his moans. "I love you more."

The way he said it, weak and tender, lted everything inside . I wished I could reach through the screen and pull him into my arms right then.

"I’ll clean up here," I told him gently, still watching the ss he had made of himself. "And you... Finish your shower, then call before you leave the house, okay?"

He nodded, his damp hair falling into his eyes, his chest still rising and falling. "Okay, baby."

Neither of us wanted to end the call, but eventually, with a reluctant smile, he pressed his lips to the cara as if sending one last kiss.

And just like that, the screen went dark, leaving holding the phone, heart pounding, the echo of his voice still lingering in my ears.

Just after I finished freshening up, changed into new clothes, and stretched out on the bed to wait for Zayn’s call before he left for work, a knock sounded at my door.

I rose and opened it to find Mr. Karl standing there, his usual calm expression on his face.

"What is it?" I asked.

He bowed slightly. "Boss, I needed to pass on so information. The other party we’re working with, together with Vanya’s team, said there will be a welcoming party tonight. You’re invited."

I arched a brow, already feeling the answer on the tip of my tongue. Before I could speak, Karl added quickly, "You can’t decline, Evric. You know this is work. If everyone else is going to be there, then as the lead, you also need to attend."

I leaned back against the bedfra, thinking it over. Truthfully, my first instinct was to reject it outright. I wasn’t in the mood for gatherings, especially when my mind was already half a world away with Zayn. But he was right, this wasn’t about . This was business, and my presence mattered.

Finally, I gave a short nod. "Alright. Tell the team I’ll be there."

Karl’s lips curved with a small, knowing smile, and he inclined his head once more before leaving to my thoughts.