Glimpse- An Obsessed Mobster Love story

Chapter 12

John woke up to the sensation of a wet mouth on his cock. He yelped and tried to sit up, but a rattle against the headboard and the pressure on his wrists reminded him that Ambrose had tied him down toward the end of their night-long marathon. His eyes popped open and he looked around the room. The window showed bright late morning light. Ambrose was lying in between John's legs and sucking his dick.

"Ambrose," John moaned.

"You fell asleep, baby." Ambrose smirked and ran his hands up John's body to his nipples. He gave them a little pinch and then dragged his fingers back down to grip John's waist. He had quickly figured out it was a bit of an erogenous zone for John, and now he had his hands around John's waist at every opportunity.

"We fucked for hours, Ambrose."

"I know, it was perfect." He sucked John's dick back down. John whimpered and writhed on the bed. His hands were trapped above his head and he yanked on them in frustration. Ambrose suckled on the tip of John's cock, coaxing out a burst of precum and making John's toes curl with pleasure.

"Your ass will be a little too sore for me right now," Ambrose said when he pulled back. "But I wanted you to have a good morning."

"It would have been good just waking up with you."

After an entire night with Ambrose's undivided attention and focus, John found it hard to filter his words and thoughts. He said whatever came to mind without reservations. He was saying things that would have made him feel too vulnerable and small if Ambrose hadn't spent literal hours getting him to the point of trust they had now.

"I love hearing that, John. I was so glad to wake up with you here in my bed with me."

Ambrose crawled up John's body, laying kisses and bites on his skin as he went, until they were face to face. He lined their dicks up together and reached down with one spit-slicked hand. John's cock was already wet from his mouth, and that was all the lubrication he needed.

John sighed and groaned and whimpered as Ambrose used his tight grip to get them both off.

"I'm going to feed you this morning, my love," Ambrose said against his mouth. "I'm going to feed you breakfast, then take you to the bathroom and give you a bath. After that I'll bring you back here. I'll put some soothing cream on your ass and rub lotion on your muscles in a massage that will get rid of all your soreness. And then, when you're completely relaxed face down on my bed, I'll push my cock back inside where it belongs. I'll fuck you slow and gentle and you won't move a muscle to ruin the massage I gave you. You'll be totally still. Okay?"

John groaned his enthusiastic agreement.

"Good boy," Ambrose grinned wickedly. The rhythm of his hand changed and they both gasped. "Cum for me, baby. I want that cum in my hand."

John bit his lip and writhed on the bed as he did just that. Ambrose joined him and they came down slowly together. John smiled a little shyly when they were both back down on earth.

"Ah, what are you doing to me?" Ambrose sighed happily. He kissed John deeply and reached up to undo the cuffs holding John in place. "My precious boy, what are you doing to me?"

I want to ask you the same thing. John wasn't sure what to say. He didn't have answers for either of them.

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"After I finish the to-do list I laid out for us in bed," Ambrose said while John ate his breakfast. "I need to go somewhere for a while."

John paused with a piece of bacon halfway to his mouth. He put it back on his plate, his eyes narrowed. Ambrose correctly interpreted the look and kept talking, offering John the answers he wanted.