Page 37 of Sweet Obsession

“Roll over.” He doesn’t wait for me to obey this time. He’s already gripping my shoulder and urging me to flip onto my back. At first, I think it’s better this way, to be able to see his gorgeous face as he kneels between my splayed thighs, his dark eyes intense. But it’s almosttoogood. There’s no hiding from him like this. He doesn’t give me a chance to try.

Icarus hooks his hands under my knees and presses them up, bending me in half. He maneuvers my legs to either side of my torso, making sure he’s not pressing on my stomach. “Hold your legs.”

I reach up with shaking hands and replace his, holding myself open for him. I’ve never felt more vulnerable in my life, and yet there’s power here, too. It’s there in the way he sits back on his heels so he can drink in the sight of me, in the way he bites his bottom lip as he stares at my chest, my stomach, my cock, my ass. As if he’s cataloging every bit of me that belongs to him. At least in this moment.

He grabs the lube without looking away from me. “If you were mine, I’d tie you up like this. Keep you in my bed and ready for me.” He leans forward and props one hand on my shoulder. “Don’t let go of your legs.”

I open my mouth to confirm, but he pinches my nipple before I can get the words out. It’s a vicious move, reigniting the pain and overflowing the pleasure still echoing through me. I flinch away from him—except there’s nowhere to go. I’m fully restrained, butI’mthe one doing the restraining. I could release my legs at anymoment. Except I can’t. It would be disobeying his order…disappointing him.

Before I can fully reason my way through it, he pinches me again, adding a little twist that bows my back and draws a cry from my lips. “That’s it, big guy. Breathe through it. You’re making me so proud.” His voice is kind and caring, completely at odds with the agony ratcheting from where he’s still pinching me. “Just a little more… There you go.”

The release hurts almost more than the initial pain. It radiates through my chest, my body, hardening my cock even though it hasn’t been nearly long enough to recover from that last orgasm. I’m panting. Or maybe I’m not breathing at all. I can’tthink.

Icarus smooths his hands on my chest, lightly dragging his fingertip over my throbbing nipple. I shiver and he grins. “You truly are perfect. I wish…” His smile fades. “It doesn’t matter. We’ll have to make our time together count.”

“What—”

He moves down and takes my cock in his mouth. Pleasure twists through me. I can’t move. I can’t do anything but shake. What is hedoingto me?

He sucks me deep, not hesitating to take my full length, until his lips meet my base. I stare down at him, my brain filled with white noise. It’s…peaceful even in agony. I don’t have to worry that I’m doing something wrong. I don’t have to worry about miscommunication. He’s telling me exactly what he wants from me, is demanding nothing less than perfect honesty in return. More, that careful communication isn’t dampening the mood. If anything, it’s only increasing my desire.

I–I didn’t know it could be like this.

I don’t know how I’m supposed to do anythingbutthis in the future.

Icarus eases slowly off my cock, the pleasure so acute, it melds with the echoes of pain. He grips me in one elegant hand and meets my eyes. “You had your orgasm, big guy. The next one belongs to me and I’m not generous. You’re going to have to work for it.”

“I—What?”

“Don’t come until I tell you to.” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer, just dips back down and resumes sucking my cock. The motherfucker teases me, licking and sucking and, yeah, biting. I grip my thighs so hard, I’ll surely have bruises tomorrow, and somehow that just makes the pleasure spike higher.

I can’t stop myself from moaning. It doesn’t even occur to me to try. “Icarus. Icarus, I’m going to… Icarus,please.”

“No.” The single word feels like he reached out and slapped me.

I whimper and shift, but there’s nowhere to go. “If you don’t stop—”

He nips my balls. Every muscle goes tight, and I lose all track of my ability to speak. He, of course, doesn’t have that problem. He straightens and lightly massages my thighs, trailing down to my ass once more to spread me even further. “I’ll stop when I’m ready, big guy. And you’ll come when I tell you. Do you understand?”

I’m not going to last. I can’t fucking count or recite facts or whatever the fuck I’m supposed to do to keep from being so overwhelmed with the moment that I orgasm. I can’tthink. “Icarus,” I moan.

“Don’t disappoint me.” His tone is almost forbidding as he spreads more lube over me and then presses inside once more.“Fuck,” he breathes.

I almost come right then and there. That little word wasn’t intentional; I’d stake my soul on it. No, that was an involuntary sound in response to the feeling of sinking deep into my ass. He feels even larger in this position, filling me to the point of pain—which only heightens my pleasure. “Icarus.”

His hands find the back of my thighs, pressing them even harder, bending me even farther. He drags his attention to my face. “Can you breathe okay like this?”

Breathe? What kind of question is that? I don’t need to breathe when I’m flying. My mouth works, but no sound comes out.

Icarus eases back a little. “Talk to me.”

If I don’t manage to speak, this might stop. I have to close my eyes, have to inhale deeply through my nose, but even that doesn’t help because all I can scent is sex and him. “I can’t breathe,” I finally whisper. “Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t move, not until I drag my eyes open. Only then does he grin and press my legs down until my hips groan in protest. “Good boy. Now, here’s your final command. Don’t come until I do.”

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