Page 25 of Forbidden (Wicked Billionaires #1)

STORM

Walking home together, along Central Park, arm in arm, feels good. Almost like we’re on our very own date. Lorenzo is in a better mood, and I’m glad to be with him, alone. Like we usually are.

We discuss the evening, and our dates in more detail. We conclude, there was zero magic with the strangers, and no connection at all.

Lorenzo explains, he’s been on way too many dates, and he’d concluded that finding the one, was like finding a needle in a haystack. I agree, even if I’ve been on under a dozen dates, total.

As we walk on, and under the trees in Central Park, Lorenzo tells me, I have to be careful.

Careful of losers, who would prey on me.

Careful of heart breakers, who may crush me.

Careful of men, who may just want to use me.

As I start to worry about my love life, a cold wind blows. I shiver in the night, and then the commanding hunk wraps a protective arm around me.

We walk on, and I feel warm, safe and protected from the crazy world. I want to ask him if he will look after me, and keep me as his.

And in return, I will do anything he wants. Perform any act.

I will try anything he wants in bed, on a table… even if my unused pussy will need some stretching. I will do things against walls, just like the others.

I will do more! I’ve never tried anal, spanking, or being dominated, but I’m open to it.

Very open.

I will try anything.

We decide to have a drink on the way home, and to stay warm. Lorenzo tells me he knows of an old private bar on the edge of Central Park, and I’m in. He then tells me it was frequented by old gangsters, famous musicians, and stars, who wanted to avoid the limelight, and just have fun.

We find the private bar, and it’s down behind some old Upper East Side building and a statue.

It is tasteful, dark, and private, we walk down to the very back.

Several people nod to Lorenzo, and I recognize a few movie stars. Also, a pop star, who is with two huge minders. Jazz plays, and it is warm and cozy inside. We talk, as we share and taste several exotic whiskeys.

Finally, after watching the old jazz band play a couple of songs, we push on.

Lorenzo drank more than I, and we are both a little drunk, as leaves swirl in the wind outside.

It is perfect, even if slightly cool.

The trees swirl in the night sky above, and it almost feels like it will snow.

Lorenzo removes his navy coat, and he pulls it around my shoulders. We walk on, arm in arm, and as the branches sway and leaves swirl. It’s as if there is some kind of magic in the air.

As we head across the grass, the stars above are crystal clear.

It feels magical.

Just before we get home, we see people laughing, dancing and having fun on the street.

They’re outside a cute Manhattan bar, and we decide to enter. The place is packed, but we just squeeze in, and find two seats at the bar. It’s nice snuggling up with Lorenzo, and talking, laughing and connecting.

It’s like the old us, where it’s just us in the world.

No complications.

No one else.

Finally, after two more exotic whiskies, we force ourselves out the door, and we make it to Lorenzo’s lobby.

Upstairs, in the penthouse, we decide to have a hot chocolate on the rooftop. Lorenzo finds a large white blanket, and he places it over us. We sit on the rooftop in our usual white outdoor sofa, and we watch the stars blink above NYC.

We can see all the way across the stunning city, and Central Park looks gorgeous under the stars.

We drink the sweet milky chocolate, and we snuggle up to stay warm. It’s cozy, and perfect, especially with me wearing so little, and now in bare feet.

Lorenzo wraps his arm around me again, after I trick him and fake a long shiver. I was cold, but I do love his arm around me.

As we watch the moon rise over the Statue of Liberty.

I feel incredible. Here and now, feels perfect. Way too perfect.

I have to do everything in my goofy big heart, to not melt into his arms, or turn and try to kiss him.

It’s as if this, or us, is real, as if we are a couple. And he could do anything he wants to me.

Anything at all.

We talk about relationships, and I ask Lorenzo how you know when you’ve met the one. I ask him what to do about it, but he seems reluctant to answer.

Finally, he does, and he is unusually philosophical. Also, more mature, and well rounded, than I imagined he’d be. We move on to romance in relationships, and what people expect, as alcohol pumps through our veins.

One thing leads to another, and without planning to, and just because it feels right, I ask him if we can see how my kissing is developing.

Lorenzo does not answer, and I push him.

He is reluctant to agree, but after I tickle him, he relaxes. Finally, I turn to him, while under the blanket. As I lean into him, I kiss him on the jaw. It just feels right, and he is so big, strong, and warm.

Lorenzo does nothing, but I do hear some kind of growl. I go to do it again, when suddenly his expert mouth forces his tongue inside me.

I’m panting fast, and the kiss starts to activate all areas of my body. My heart, core, and mind, go soft, and it gets super-hot, super-fast.

After getting carried away, we both pull back.

Lorenzo feels like the hot, or savage Lorenzo, who scared me in the sauna. The time I wanted him to take me. “What?” I ask, as he looks at me strangely.

Lorenzo says nothing, as he curls hair from my forehead. As he holds my chin in his fingers, he looks at me.

“Am I getting better?”

Lorenzo shakes his head, and he looks away. I look into his eyes, and I wonder what he’s thinking. I notice his eyes change even more, and again they darken .

It’s likely just the moon above, but as he turns to me, I slide onto his lap. Lorenzo looks at me, and he holds my face in both of his hands.

All of a sudden, he kisses me, and drives his tongue between my lips.

I am suddenly weak, and his kiss is deep, penetrating and fierce. Again, it’s almost like he is fucking my mouth with his.

I moan as the moon, whiskey, and us becomes too much. As my tongue matches Lorenzo’s, he wraps his second hand around the back of my head.

I moan and fist his own hair, then I slide fully around, and onto his lap to get comfortable.

Finally, he pulls back, and I gasp. I am so turned on, and I feel amazing. As if he, Lorenzo is a drug.

Our eyes meet, and Lorenzo is not smiling, anymore. Gone is his fun side. Gone is the gentle Lorenzo. He is serious, and for whatever reason, he looks mad.

I have to shake him out of it, and I need more.

“Show me what I can try after kissing. Even if just a tease,” I demand.

Lorenzo slides me off, and he stands and paces. It looks like he’s having trouble with the decision. I may have pushed too far, again.

“Lorenzo,” I say, looking up, from under the white warm blanket. “Just do anything you want. I can handle it. Really, I can!”

Lorenzo grumbles low, and before I know it, he is down next to me again. I turn to him, and

he takes my face in his big hands, again.

This time, my teacher nibbles my lips, before he playfully bites, and nips around my chin, ears and neck.

It’s incredible, and besides melting inside… My panties are now saturated.

We finally stop, and we take a break to catch our breath. It’s just as well, because I’ve never been so wet. It’s also becoming impossible to stop.

I tell Lorenzo the nibbling is hot, and we shuffle the blanket over us, as we get more comfortable. We discuss the technique more, and under the blanket, I slide onto Lorenzo’s lap.

Suddenly, it hits me, and I have an idea. I pitch it to Lorenzo, and it’s simple. We simply both go freestyle. We both try things out. Then we stop. Easy!

For some reason, Lorenzo is reluctant, it’s as if he doesn’t trust me, or him.

Or us.

“You’re just chicken shit,” I say, moving around to face him better. I’m now basically sitting on his lap, and facing him. “And I thought you were a real man.”

Lorenzo growls, and his eyes are now jet black. I gulp nervous, as I feel him turn his dark eyes on me.

Suddenly, he grabs me fast, and he kisses the hell out of me.

I gasp, and I run my hands around his neck and hair. Before I know it, he is nibbling my neck, and I’m moaning.

He lets me do the same to him, and I kiss his neck, and fist his hair. My clit is throbbing, and I’m really losing it.

I can now feel his thick cock, and I gently grind against it. Lorenzo groans, and I melt further against him. I gently rub my nipples against his big chest, I cannot help myself.

It just feels… too darned good.

We start to writhe, and one of his hands holds my butt. I want to tear his clothes off, I need to mount him.

Just as I am about to rip his shirt off, Lorenzo leaps up and paces. We calm quickly, and the energy changes lightning fast.

I can see he wants to leave, and go downstairs, so I change the energy. I quickly ask him questions, about using my voice, and my eyes.

Lorenzo calms, and he looks like he won’t walk away and not return like last time.

As he sits, he shows me by using his own deep voice, making it husky. The combination sounds kind of like NLP.

He tells me it happens naturally with some people, and the voice can actually command, like in hypnosis.

As Lorenzo talks, my heart races and I feel weak. I can tell, in the right situation, he could command me to do almost anything.

Anything at all.

Lorenzo explains how important eyes are, and he asks me to watch his. They are already dark and scary, and he is not the normal Lorenzo I know. He commands me to try my eyes on him, and commands me to eye fuck him.

I stand, inhale, and center myself.

After, I shake my energy down my arms, and fingers, I sit next to him. I am still turned on like never before. I do, however, feel like I’m in more control.

I know what I want, and what I must do.

Finally, I inhale, and I turn to Lorenzo. I have decided to combine several techniques in one, and I am already moving.

Slowly, I hold eye contact, and I drop my lower lip. Next, I lean in, and I reach around the back of his head. I part my lips even more, and I slide onto his lap, slow and sexy.

I gently fist his hair, and rub my hands around his neck and ears, as I eye fuck him.

After biting my lower lip, I decide to try going all the way. Even if it’s going to be over the top, why the heck not? I tell him I want him, here and now, my voice has weirdly gone husky.

I notice Lorenzo gulp, and I notice his hands are down at his sides. They are balled, and fisted.

Tight.

I kiss Lorenzo hard, and right on the mouth. Our lips mash against each other, and I start to claim his mouth with my tongue.

As I melt against him, I pour it on. I rub my pebbled nipples against him, and I hear him growl. I next start to kiss his jaw, neck, and under his ears.

Slowly, I slide more fully onto his lap, and he is not holding me still this time. I can tell his body is taught, as if he is fighting something, or defending himself.

As I grind against his hardening cock, I have no idea, if I’m any good, or if the combination is a disaster.

As I slide a hand under his shirt, Lorenzo stands, and drops me on the sofa. I land in a pile panting and confused. “What the…?”

Lorenzo walks away, and I sigh and pull the blanket over me. I feel needy, and hungry. Lorenzo paces in the distance, and he rubs his hand around the back of his neck.

He looks disturbed for some reason. I then catch him mutter something, and it almost sounds like forbidden .

I watch him from the sofa, and under the blanket. I must have messed up. Maybe my technique, is bad, and maybe just maybe, I should give up on guys, and sex.

The thing is, I only want him. No, I need him!

My panties are now drenched. I need him, right here and right fucking now!