Page 24 of His Obsession
By the time I have said my piece, I am crying. Lucian wipes away my tears before gently kissing my forehead. “Take your medicineand get some sleep,” he says gently. “I’ve thrown enough at you for one evening.”
“I don’t take it anymore, but I’ll go lie down,” I say, sniffing back my tears.
“What? Why?” Lucian asks. “You can’t sleep without it.”
“I don’t like not being able to wake up,” I say. “I’ll be fine without it. You know the way out.”
“Jake, thank you for calling,” Lucian says.
“No problem,” he says. Lucian steps back to allow Jake to hug me. “You’re going to be okay.”
“I’ll talk to you in a few days. I’ll be submitting the software for testing soon,” I say. Jake nods before leaving. I turn and walk upstairs to my room, ignoring Lucian.
When I get to my room, I strip down to nothing before pulling on an oversized T-shirt. Before I can get underwear on, Lucian comes into the room.
“What do you want?” I snap.
“Take your medicine,” he says as he picks up the bottle and puts it in my hand.
“No,” I say, tossing it on my nightstand. Lucian growls as he picks it up again and shoves me back on the bed. I try to pull myself away, but he grabs my ankle and drags me closer beforestraddling my body so that my arms are pinned to my sides. “I’m not taking it.”
“How many hours have you slept in the last week?” he asks as he reads the bottle.
“Enough.”
“How much, Elise.”
“Two or three hours a night. Get the fuck off of me, Lucian,” I complain. He opens the bottle and takes two pills out before closing it back and tossing it somewhere else.
“Open your mouth,” he commands.
“No. Get off me,” I grumble.
“Elise, you were prescribed medicine for a fucking reason. Either you take it, or I’ll make you,” he says.
“Can’t assault someone unless they’re helpless and limp?” I ask.
Yeah… I shouldn’t have said that. That was not fair. I know I am just lashing out for shit that is not his fault. Based on the look in his eyes, he’s about to fuck me up, and I deserve it for repeatedly implying that he’s hurting me when he’s not.
“If I have to make you take your medicine, I’ll give you a reason to call it assault,” he growls. “Open your mouth.”
“Fuck you,” I growl.
Lucian moves off the bed and positions me so that my head is dangling off the bed. He grabs my face and forces my mouth open before pulling his cock out. “Last chance,” he says. I say nothing because I want him to do this. Lucian places two pills on my tongue before pushing his cock to as far down my throat as he can, pushing the pills down as well.
“Swallow,” he commands.
I do as I’m told, and he groans when my throat constricts around him. I put my hands on the backs of his thighs, but I don’t try to stop him. When he starts to fuck my mouth, he leans over my body and starts sucking on my clit. I moan around his cock as he fucks my mouth. He grabs a tight hold on my hips to pull me up from the bed slightly, and I dig my nails into the back of his legs.
My medicine starts to work in just under twenty minutes and this man can and has fucked my mouth for longer. Especially when he slows his pace like he keeps doing. He is intentionally drawing things out and edging me so that I get too tired to fight sleep before he stops. I counter this by sucking harder. The way he has me positioned; I have plenty of room to move my head. I am quickly getting tired, but I give it everything I can. His moans vibrate through my pussy and every time I moan, it pushes him closer to coming. I exaggerate my moans until they are near screams as he forces an orgasm out of me. He is still going, so I manage to reach around so I can cup and squeeze his balls. This entire experience is fucking incredible and everything I needed to get out of my thoughts.
I come once more before he leans up. He pulls my shirt up and gently kneads my breasts as he groans deeply. I am still doing everything I can to kill him with an orgasm. He matches myeffort with relentless thrusts as his desperation to come takes over. He groans deeply as he comes, forcing me to drink him down.
When he pulls away, I am so fucking tired that I can’t move. He repositions me so that I am laying normally before lying on the bed in front of me. “I’m so tired,” I mumble.
“I know,” he says, kissing my forehead. “I’m sorry if I pushed you too far.”
“You didn’t,” I mutter and close my eyes. “I want to want you, but I’m afraid of losing you.”