Page 38 of Sweet Obsession

I want to blame the strength of this pleasure on the fact I haven’t slept with anyone in a long time. I want to pretend that anyone would have me panting with need. I’m a fucking liar. It’s not just anyone splayed out beneath me, their ass clenching so tightly around my cock I think I might die.

It’s Poseidon.

It’shisface gone flush and lust-drunk with what I’m doing to him,hisgiant cock bouncing against his stomach with every thrust of my hips,hisfreckles still driving me to fucking distraction.

Too much. It’s too much to hold out. Not blowing my load before this is a godsdamned miracle.

I tighten my grip on his thighs and drive harder into his ass. Once, twice, a third time. On the fourth, I lose it. I grind into him, coming so hard, my vision flickers. Pleasure threatens to make me boneless, all the feel-good chemicals in my brain inspiring me to start spouting unforgivable words.

This is the exact feeling I’ve historically used to my benefit, teasing out secrets bed partners would never dare share if not essentially drugged on lust. I’ve just never felt it myself. Not on this level.

Now is the moment. I should roll off him, clean us both up, and cuddle just enough to get him through the crash after a scene. But I look down and the sight of his still-hard cock catches my attention. It makesmycock twitch.

Poseidon jerks. “No more,” he moans.

“You should know better, big guy.” I ease out of him and guide his thighs down, going slow in case any muscles spasm. “You practically threw a gauntlet at my feet.”

“Icarus.” His eyes are half-closed, as if he doesn’t have the energy to open them. “I can’t.”

“You have thirty seconds to rest.” I can’t stop my grin at the way he moans and writhes, his legs coming up as if he can hide his cock from me. He’s so big, so fearsome, so fuckingpowerful, and in this moment he’s mine. It doesn’t mean anything—it can’t—but the knowledge has me feeling like I’m walking on air as I make my way to the bathroom and dispose of the condom. I take a few minutes to clean up, to glance at myself in the mirror.

The same face I’ve had since my body settled into adulthood. When I was young, I used to stare at mirrors and search my features for evidence of my father, of the strength he craved so intensely. Even when I was sure I found it in the line of my jaw, the curve of my eyes, it was never enough for him.Iwas never enough for him.

I turn away. He’s dead and gone. There will be no reconciliation, no finally gaining his approval. It’s beyond my reach forever.

Back in the bedroom, Poseidon is still curled on his side. I climb onto the bed and arrange myself at his back. I kiss the base of his neck. “Are you done?”

He stirs. “Are you?”

“That’s not what I asked you.” I could start stroking him, to weigh the scale in my favor. I don’t. I simply wait.

He’s silent for what feels like a very long time but probably isn’t more than ten seconds. “I’m done when you say I’m done.”

My heart swells in a really worrisome way in response to his words. He’s given me his trust. I don’t deserve it. There’s only one person in this world who I’ll never betray, and she sailed off to a happy future because of my sacrifice. I did more for my sister in staying behind than I could ever do at her side. At least this way I won’t have another opportunity to disappoint her.

I only became aware of Poseidon a few months ago, and I’ve only begun to know him the last few days. He can’t trust me. He shouldn’t. At this point, I’m only out for myself, which means I’ll turn on him and the city he loves so much the first chance I get.

I press my forehead to his back and hiss out a breath. “How are you so fuckingperfect?” I don’t give him a chance to answer before I have him on his back and his cock in my mouth. The saltiness of his pre-come has me moaning around his length. One last orgasm. We can both survive that.

Before, I gave him frenzy. I gave him pain. Now, there’s only softness and pleasure so acute, he’s gasping and cursing under his breath. I apply all my hard-won skills to make Poseidon come apart at the seams. Teasing, licking, nibbling, losing myself in the way my jaw starts to ache, in the sensation of his cock bumping the back of my throat.

“Icarus.” Gods, I’ll never get tired of the desperate way he says my name. His hands find my hair, tangling with my curls. “Icarus,I’m close.”

I don’t stop. There’s a temptation to pick up my pace, to rush him through this, but if his last orgasm was intense, I want this one to be ruinous. I keep sucking his cock even as he digs his heels into the mattress and thrusts up into my mouth, my throat, so far gone that he’s nothing butneed.

He calls my name as he comes, his voice wondering and damn near worshipful. I swallow him down, victory making my blood sing. He’s not mine—he can’t be mine—but in this moment, I can almost see a different world, a different set of circumstances, where hecouldbe.

I ease off his cock and crawl up to sprawl on his chest. Poseidon wraps cautious arms around me. His chest heaves, his breathing ragged and his heart racing against my ear. He makes a sound like he might try to talk, but I reach up without looking to press my fingers to his lips. “Not yet. I’m here. You’re here. We have nowhere to be until morning.”

Thoughts circle, predators keeping to the shadows, waiting for the opportune time to strike. They’ll still be there in the morning—or, more accurately, in the darkest part of the night, when sleep eludes me.

I try very hard to just relax into the moment. To let the comfort of his breathing soothe me. To…

I jolt awake, my eyes flying open and my heart in my throat. The lamp on the nightstand is still on, the sky through the sliver of window still dark, but the clock reads three in the morning.

I fell asleep.

Poseidon’s soft snores fill the room. He’s still under me—I don’tthink we’ve shifted even an inch—his arms still wrapped loosely around my body. But we’re covered in a blanket that I sure as fuck didn’t orchestrate. I lift my head cautiously and look into the big man’s face.

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