Glimpse- An Obsessed Mobster Love story

Chapter 7

When John woke up, his entire body throbbed in the most pleasant of ways. He hadn't had sex that rough since he was a randy twenty-year-old stripper getting wild with some clients after hours. And he had definitely never liked it so goddamn much.

There was a buzzing near his ear and he peeled his eyes open. The room was bright with natural light and his stomach was growling like crazy. He had slept through the night and into the next day. His phone was the source of the buzzing. It lay on the bed next to his head and vibrated over and over. John looked at the screen.

"Penny?" He answered the phone.

"John! I've been trying to call you! I thought maybe Mr. Hyland did something to you!"

"No, Penny," John said with a blush. "You know that I pass out after too much Looking. Thanks, by the way. For telling me to stop."

No need to mention the helping hands that Ambrose gave me. The two heart-stopping orgasms probably had something to do with how long I slept.

"You had just saved my life, John. No need to thank me, honestly. Darla and her daughter Julie, Jade, and I are all in some fancy safe house with guards. Is there any news on who tried to kill you?"

"I literally just woke up, but I'll find out and get back to you. I'm so sorry about all of this."

"It isn't your fault, John," Penny said firmly. "We aren't mad at you. Julie thinks it's a vacation at a hotel. There is a pool and everything."

"Are you going to be able to get to class?"

"Mr. Hyland assigned some agents to watch us, but I'm too scared. I think I'll make an excuse until this is sorted."

Agents? More like mafia members.

"Be careful around them," John warned.

"Don't worry, we will be."

"I'll call you as soon as I know something. I love you guys. Tell Julie I say hi and I'll be with you guys very soon. A swim sounds really nice, honestly."

"I agree. See you when you get here."

John winced and groaned as he got out of bed. His ass was gonna be sore for a while, he just knew it. He walked into the bathroom to take care of his morning routine. A new toothbrush was waiting for him this time, which he greatly appreciated. The sink was in front of a giant mirror, and right next to it was a little alcove of mirrors like the kind John had seen in dressing rooms to see an outfit from all angles. John spit into the sink and when he stood up he caught a glimpse of his back in the alcove mirrors.

He let out a distressed noise and stepped into the alcove. His jaw dropped. There were unmistakable teeth marks littering his back and shoulders. Hickeys that John didn't even remember Ambrose making covered the back of his neck. So much for swimming. He couldn't show himself in a pair of swim trunks looking like this! His ass was bright red. He tentatively reached around and put a palm on his sensitive cheeks. He hissed at the sensation, then frowned in confusion. What was that? His fingers encountered something on his skin. Something a little crusty-

"That son of a BITCH!" John brought his hand up to his eyes for a better look and saw the flakes of dried cum. That bastard had cum on John's ass after he passed out.

"Randy, perverted dickhead." John grumbled about it, trying to work up a good fit of temper. He was finding it harder to be angry about it than he wanted. A hint of arousal went through his body at the thought of Ambrose losing his composure enough to jack off on him after he fell asleep. He reached back and felt more thoroughly. Yep. Ambrose had spread it all over his cheeks and into his crack. Right up to his hole. John shivered and then scowled, trying not to be turned on by it.