Glimpse- An Obsessed Mobster Love story

Chapter 2

Ambrose's penthouse was in a swanky high-rise full of rich people apartments that took up entire floors of the building. John watched as Ambrose used a key to unlock the button for his floor. The elevator lurched and John almost lost his balance. He felt as wobbly as a newborn colt and as desperate as a newborn puppy. His skin crawled with the final phase of Looking overdose. He wanted to hug himself and try to assuage the awful longing in his skin, but he kept it under control. No need for Ambrose to get the wrong idea. It wasn't sexual longing. He just needed something to touch him.

It was a fast elevator and the doors opened to show a beautifully decorated living room with the kind of furnishings that were both stylish and comfortable. Cream-colored couches and a nearly theater-sized television dominated the left side of the room. A fireplace and bookshelves drew John's eye to the right, and the lounge chairs looked so inviting he almost walked right over and sat down in one.

"This way." Ambrose led him through a wide opening in the white wall to a dining room. A doorway led to a kitchen that had two ovens and two refrigerators and every appliance John had ever heard of and some he hadn't. The wine fridge was tempting but John kept that to himself. A spacious hallway branched off the kitchen. The floors gleamed and the art on the walls looked stupid expensive. Ambrose led him past the first solid-wood door in the hallway to the second one.

"This is the guest room." He opened the door and stepped inside. John followed hesitantly. The room was beautiful, no surprise there. A massive bed was covered in a blue comforter. A cherry wood dresser sat between the bed and a sliding glass door that led to a balcony. Velvet drapes hung over the windows, ready to be closed for a night of privacy. There was an empty walk-in closet on the other side of the bed, and across from the bed on the right hand side of the room was a private bathroom with the kind of tub that John had only ever seen in magazines.

"Please sleep here tonight. It's almost one in the morning. Take your time tomorrow and we can have a discussion then."

Discussion? Before John could ask what that was about he was left alone in the room. The door closed behind Ambrose with a thud. John looked at the door for a second. Quickly he thumbed the lock on the handle. But that didn't feel safe enough. In the walk in closet he saw a chair, so he pulled it out and propped it under the door handle for double the reassurance.

Safe at last. John stripped out of his clothes immediately. His skin was crying out for contact. It was driving him out of his mind. If Ambrose had stayed any longer he would have seen John start rubbing his arms and legs like a mad man. John collapsed onto the bed and rolled around, trying to relieve the awful aching. It was such a strong desire for touch that it was nearly painful.

It will be over soon, John comforted himself. Then I'll pass out and be done with this.

He groaned loudly in misery and rolled around on the bed, squeezing himself with a tight hug in an attempt to get his skin to stop twitching with need.

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Ambrose watched the screen raptly. John rolled back and forth on the bed, completely naked and unaware of the security camera in his room. His face was pinched with an expression of longing so acute that Ambrose could see it was almost painful. But it didn't appear to be sexual. John's cock wasn't soft, but he wasn't grabbing it, either. He was rubbing his arms and squeezing his torso in tight hugs. He let out another miserable moan. Ambrose's dick twitched at the sound.

"Curiouser and curiouser," Ambrose murmured softly. He ran his finger down the screen over John's tortured body. Yes, John made him very curious.