Page 19 of Forbidden (Wicked Billionaires #1)

STORM

Finally, after around ten days of fake romantic lunches and dinners, we have a drink on the rooftop. It’s Friday night again, and it has kind of become our night. Simply because, we almost always have it free, or we kind of keep it free.

We are also just as reclusive as each other.

Nervously, I look across at Lorenzo with my whiskey.

We are back on the sofa, and we are watching the sun set over NYC in the distance.

We are next to one of the large stone eagle statues, and the sky is purple, and pink.

Lorenzo’s sleek black chopper is bathed in warm golden light, behind us, and its perfect.

I, however, have an awkward planned question. “Look, I need one last favor.” Lorenzo watches me close. “Look it’s… ” I say standing, and pacing, before I sit back down.

I take his hand, and it’s huge. Lorenzo looks down, and into my big brown anxious eyes. “Really. Just ask.”

“Teach me how to kiss!” I huff out.

Lorenzo walks away to the far corner of his roof. He looks across NYC, and I can see his big chest rise and fall, as if sighing. I also notice his jaw clench up.

I did not expect him to just walk away, even if it is a messed-up request. It’s not as if I asked him to buy a nation, fly to the moon for me, or save the darned world.

He looks across the city, and he does not move and inch. I now know I crossed the line.

My heart pounds fast, and I try to force myself to get up and go to him. Slowly, I walk over, and I nervously stand next to Lorenzo’s large frame.

He keeps his eyes off me, and he speaks slow and low. “You need to back away.”

I step back, and I walk across the rooftop, alone.

I sit in the herb garden, and I am close to tears. I have messed up big time, and I know it. I have crossed the line.

Lorenzo could easily toss me out, and fair enough. I am sick with worry, and I suspect this is it. I decide to leave, and I’ve always hated confrontations. I’m about to go downstairs, to start packing, when he walks away and inside.

Now, stuck here, on the roof, I pace and sigh avoiding him.

Twenty minutes later, Lorenzo returns, and he is his old grumpy self. He is not warm and friendly, at all. He is cold and clinical.

I stand on the rooftop’s far corner, and near the biggest stone eagle.

The last rays of the day are warming me, and Lorenzo walks quietly up.

“I made a promise to help you, Storm. But you need to be careful.” I nod, and keep staring at the sunset.

“If we kiss, we kiss carefully. There can be no feelings. Do you understand me?”

“Sure,” I say turning, and gulping.

We look at each other and he is cold. He also looks on edge.

“What harm can it do?” I ask.

Lorenzo does not answer, but he gives me a grave look.

He walks back to the sofa, and I eventually follow him like a naughty girl. I sit, and slowly we talk, again.

Lorenzo is cold, calm, and reserved. As if holding himself back from me, from us . I start to get nervous, but I am also starting to get excited, and wet.

I then decide I need a couple more drinks to relax. Before Kissing Class starts.

We have two more whiskeys each, and we walk and talk on the rooftop. Finally, we sit back down on the huge white outdoor sofa.

The animal statues and natural herbs feel calming, especially considering what we’re about to do.

After talking about kissing, I tell Lorenzo what I think people do, and how they kiss. Lorenzo explains various techniques, and I had no idea how much craft was involved.

I’m nervous, and I suspect I’m talking way too much. I start again, but Lorenzo puts his finger on my lips. “Storm, I need you to relax. After, I’m going to kiss you. Do you agree?”

“Yes,” I said nodding, and gulping.

Before I know it, Lorenzo has my face in his big hands. He then kisses the hell out of me. My heart pounds, in my chest, and I have stopped breathing.

I whimper, and Lorenzo holds the back of my head. His tongue has slid inside my mouth, and it explores me.

I start to melt, and feel weak.

Lorenzo moves a hand, and he holds my chin. His other hand remains on the back of my head.

I moan louder and my core starts to pulse. He is now fucking my mouth with his tongue.

My clit throbs, and I need to slide onto his lap. To get my butt against his thick cock. The cock I think of daily.

His tongue continues to explore my mouth, and without planning to, mine starts to nervously move with his.

All of a sudden, and just as fast as he started, Lorenzo pulls back. I gasp for breath, and double blink, “Jesus!”

Lorenzo is looking away, and he’s avoiding my face. I stand, inhale and take a few steps, unsure what just happened. All I know is that I’m wet. And turned on.

“What the hell was that?” I ask.

Lorenzo looks at me, and his eyes are dark. “That was the beginning.”

I am still having trouble breathing, and he looks away. Finally, he turns his eyes back on me.

Lorenzo is changing, and I’m unsure how, or why. His eyes are dark, and his energy is hard, or wild. Even savage.

I’m a little scared, but I want him, and to be next to him. I slowly sit at his side, and he watches me like I am prey.

Without warning, he lifts my chin, and he pulls me to him.

I lean in, and he claims my mouth. I slide onto him, and our mouths lock. Again, he forces his tongue inside my lips, and I moan, as he fists my hair.

I let his tongue devour me fully. My body is freaking out, and it’s hard to breathe.

All the times I’ve fantasized about him claiming me, and taking me, shoot through my mind. They were incredible, but none were as hot as this.

Before I realize what I’m doing, I fist his hair, and I wrap my hands around his neck. I can feel him getting hard under me, and I move my butt against his thickening cock.

Suddenly, Lorenzo pulls back, and walks away. I flop back on the sofa, and pant. I wipe my bruised wanting lips, and I try to control myself.

My heart pounds like my clit and I need more.

I need all of him.

Lorenzo paces, as if unable to control himself. The energy is electric, and wind is now swirling around us. It is warm wind, and I stand and walk away. I try to regain my own composure, but it’s impossible.

“Are you okay?” comes deep and husky a minute later.

“No… yes,” I say confused.

Unable to control myself, I walk back towards him, as he stands near the sofa. My lower lip is down low, and I need him. Now.

“More.”

Without warning, he spins and kisses me. This time our lips are crushed and it’s hard. He pulls me in close, and I moan without being able to stop myself. Our tongues swirl around each other like mating snakes. As if they are in the swirling shape of our DNA, the double helix.

They are like two mating beasts, and I lean into his hard body. Lorenzo kisses me even harder, and he has one hand behind my head, and the other holding my jaw.

My knees won’t hold out, and my panties are saturated.

I’m dripping.

I lean into his hardening cock, without being too obvious.

Just when I reach around his neck again, he pulls back fast. He then paces to I guess, cool down. As I wipe my swollen and bruised lips, Lorenzo keeps his distance.

Finally, he calms, and returns. Lorenzo explains various kissing techniques using the tongue. Soft and sensual. Hard core, and white hot.

I sigh frustrated. I tell him it sounds complicated, and I act a little dumb. I then ask him to just show me. Lorenzo looks reluctant, but I look up at him. My eyes are blazing, and I know my heart is pounding out of control.

I am alive.

Lorenzo leans into me, and we come together, hard. Our bodies are suddenly welded together, as if one, and my lips are crushed, again.

Sparks are exploding around us, and I feel electric, unable to control myself around him.

I let his tongue plunder me, and I can feel him harden more against my stomach. Carefully, I hold his head, and he growls.

He calms, and this time goes with it. I know it will lead to sex…

If I am slow.

I lean in, and I rub my hardening nipples against his chest. Just when I think I can get him over the line, he pulls back fast.

“Enough!” he huffs. “Enough!” Lorenzo steps away, paces, and finally disappears downstairs.

I am wet, hot, and I am…

Confused, turned on , and alive.

Finally, I go downstairs. I cannot find Lorenzo, and he must be in his office or bed. After a lone whiskey in our living room, I climb in my own bed, and I cannot sleep.

Enough is enough, and I reach for my vibrator.

I let it all go, and I imagine him, and him kissing me. Then him kissing me, there.

As he swipes my folds up and down, again and again, I start to buck. As he sucks my clit into his sinful lips, I let it all go.

I imagine I’m on my knees, and he is pounding me hard. He is yanking me by my hair, and he has one large hand on my butt.

He is taking what he wants, and he is claiming me as his.

As he drives into me one last time, I clench around his thick cock.

We stop, and our bodies buck and come as one. As I clench around him, he pumps me full of his thick white cum. My body arches like a cat, and I try to stifle my moan.

I cannot, and I moan loud as I shatter like never before.

The next morning, and before I get up to see if things will be awkward, with Lorenzo, I call Madison , in South Carolina.

It’s been some time, but I don’t explain how complicated things are. I just give her an update about my hobbies, people I’ve met, my job, and my new look. Also, my hunky roommate.

I do not explain I’m getting trained to kiss, or that I hope my teacher fucks me. In fact, considering how bad I’d been last night, kissing school may in fact be over.

Maddy and I talk about life, back home and her cafe in South Carolina. I have mixed feelings. I miss home, but things here and now, are electric.

As we end the call, I lay looking up at the ceiling. I try not to think about Lorenzo being inside me, but it’s hard. No, it’s impossible.

I wonder if I’ll ever be able to get on with my life, and stop thinking so much, about him.

While I live here, it will likely be impossible. The only thing is, it’s all I know in NYC.

Things will never be the same, and as soon as I walk out the door and see him… It, us, will be loaded, charged and as hot as F.

Or, beyond awkward…