Page 53 of His Forbidden Obsession

“You… It’s…”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He took me to the back of his throat again and worked his mouth along my shaft. It was pure heaven. I’d never felt anything that good. I slid my good hand into his hair, holding him against me, and he hummed around my cock. Electricity shot through me. I was going to come way too soon. I fought to push back that urgency. I wanted to make this last, even if it killed me.

He gripped the base of my cock as he teased my head with his tongue.

“More,” I begged.

He ignored my plea and kept teasing me. He toyed with my balls, rolling them in his hand, then squeezing just enough to make me suck in my breath, afraid of the pain he could inflict.

I fought his hold on my hips, desperate to feel his throat surrounding my cock again. When he raked his teeth along my shaft, I hissed, then yelled, “Lorenzo!”

I’d had enough. I reached for the other side of his head with my cast arm, but he let my cock go and met my gaze.

“Put your arm back on the pillow, or you don’t get to come.”

I whimpered, the sound so embarrassingly needy I wanted to hide from him, but I knew he wouldn’t let me.

“Baby, I want to suck you off, but I won’t let you risk hurting yourself.”

I stared at him, dazed by his commanding voice, his position between my legs, and the fact that he wanted this: my cock in his mouth.

“Niko?” He lifted my arm for me, placing it back where he wanted it. “You with me?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Good.” He took my cock in his mouth again and eased his grip on my hips. I thrust up into him, unable to control myself. Was I hurting him? He’d pull back if I were, wouldn’t he? I was too far gone. “I… I can’t stop. I’m going to come.”

He slid his hands under me, gripped my ass, and took me all the way down. I cried out as lightning seemed to strike me, and I came, thrusting into his mouth over and over. He swallowed my whole load effortlessly.

When I was finally done, Lorenzo pulled off and looked up at me as he gasped for breath. The world seemed hazy and unreal, but I could see that his lips were swollen and shiny with my cum.

“Kiss me.” I wasn’t sure I’d actually said the words out loud until he crawled up my body, gripped my face, and lowered himself until our lips were almost touching. “You taste incredible. I could do that again and again.”

“I… That was… I didn’t think you would want to. I mean, I thought… You’re so controlling, and⁠—”

“I am. I like to hold men down while I suck their cocks. I like to drive them crazy and refuse to stop.”

He kissed me then, and I tasted my cum on his lips, in his mouth. I whimpered against him, needing more, needing to feel him surround me.

If I hadn’t been utterly drained, I would have gotten hard again as he kissed me. I hoped to hell this wasn’t another dream, but if it was, I never wanted to wake up.

I woke with a gasp from a dream where Lorenzo was taking me back to my father. I kept asking him why, and he wouldn’t tell me.

My mouth was so dry I couldn’t swallow easily, and my head was pounding.

I managed to croak out Lorenzo’s name.

“Niko? Are you all right?”

I jumped. That wasn’t Lorenzo’s voice. Then I remembered he’d said his brother might be here. “Dante?”

“Yes, it’s me.” He walked toward the bed, and I was able to see him better as my eyes adjusted to the dim light coming in the sliding door. It must be an hour or so before sunrise.

“Do you need something?” Dante asked.

“Water and ibuprofen.” My voice was rough and scratchy, but he seemed to understand.

“Just a second.”