Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“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.”
After a few moments in the bathroom, he returned and handed me a few pills and a glass of water.
I took a few sips, swallowed the pills, and then drank some more.
“Bad dream?”
I nodded.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
I shuddered. “No. Thank you.” The last thing I wanted to do was talk about my dream. Hopefully, I’d be able to sleep without anything else horrible coming into my mind.
“You’re welcome.” Dante headed back to his post by the sliding door.
The panic I’d felt in the dream had sent adrenaline racing through my body, and just like after my other nightmare, I couldn’t settle. I rolled to my back and then over to my side again, unable to get comfortable with the stupid cast. Eventually, Dante came back to my bedside.
“You don’t seem to be sleeping.”
I sighed. “No, I’m really tired, but I can’t stop thinking about the dream, and when I close my eyes, I see things I don’t want to see.”
Dante nodded. “I know how that goes. I’ve never been in a situation exactly like yours, but I’ve had my own traumas and plenty of sleepless nights. If there’s anything you want to talk about, I’m here.”
I still didn’t want to talk about the dream or my father, but maybe a conversation with Dante would help me calm down. “Lorenzo said you’re a professor?”
“That’s right. Crime is just my side gig.”
I laughed. “What is your specialty?”
“Genetics.”
“Oh, that’s so cool. I started college, but after a semester, my father wouldn’t let me go anymore. I continued online, but it wasn’t the same.”
“No, the experience of being there in person is an important part of it. But there’s still time for you to go. What were you studying?”
“Business. It was the only major my father would let me choose.”
“And if he hadn’t had a say?”
“Literature, maybe. I’m not sure though. I would have liked to have taken some different classes and learned more about what I like. I didn’t have any choices growing up in my father’s home.”