All Chapters of Forbidden Pleasures (MxM): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

FredI don’t know why I felt so happy.My heart wouldn’t calm down. It beat too fast, too hard—like it was doing a little dance behind my ribs and refusing to stop. And I knew exactly why.Rafael.It was stupid, maybe. But after tonight—after what we did, what we said, how he looked at me... I couldn’t stop replaying it.I tried to think about Wendy, tried to summon that old flame, that old what if—but it was gone. Not just flickering, not confused.Gone.I didn’t want her anymore.I wanted him.I didn’t know what to do with that yet, but at least in that moment, I let myself fall asleep smiling, curled into my pillow, his name still quietly echoing somewhere in my chest.***It was Sunday morning. Thank goodness.No work. No alarms. No stress.Just sleep.Except apparently the universe had other plans because not even an hour into my best dream yet—something loud and metallic started banging against my front door.Clank. Clank. Clank.What the hell?I groaned into my pillow, buried m

Fred“I don't think I can hold it anymore,” I whispered to myself, slowly letting go of Rafael's masculine thigh.I dropped my spoon and stood up, pushing the chair back quietly.“I think I’m done eating,” I said, avoiding both their eyes. “I feel okay now.”Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked out of the room. But as I left, I couldn’t help glancing back.Rafael was still seated, unmoving, his food untouched. He just sat there, staring down at his plate like it held the answers to something he didn’t know how to say out loud.My chest clenched.Once I stepped into the hallway, I heard Wendy’s voice trail behind me. “Is everything alright, Rafael? What’s going on between you two? Hope you both are fine?”Silence for a beat.Then I heard Rafael’s voice. “I’ll be right back.”The sound of a chair scraping against the floor followed. A fork hit a plate. Fast, scattered sounds. Panic.I knew what was coming.Before his footsteps reached the hallway, I bolted. Straight into

RafaelWhile I was wrapping up at work, Wendy came over to my desk with her usual bounce in her step, already slipping her phone into her bag as if she had somewhere urgent to be.“Ready?” she asked.I nodded and grabbed my things. We took the elevator down together.As we stepped outside, she glanced around the lot and said, “I didn’t bring my car today. Should we wait for Fred? He’s probably coming down now.”I didn’t even look back. “No,” I said quickly. “Let’s just grab a cab.”She blinked at me. “Are you sure? It’s not like he’d mind—”“I’m sure.”She let it go, but a beat later, while we were waiting at the curb, she looked over at me again. “Okay… but are you sure there’s nothing going on between you two? Like… I don’t know, some neighbor feud or a little quarrel or something?”I shook my head. Didn’t say a word.Because what was I supposed to say?That I’d gone to Fred in the middle of the night, begging to be chosen, only to get shut down with a sentence that’s been echoing i

FredHell! What the heck is wrong with me?!“I was just… kind of worried ‘cause he’s my neighbor,” I said, trying to sound casual. My voice cracked a little at the end. “I didn’t mean to overreact.”I gave her a small, awkward smile—one of those fake ones you throw out to cover the obvious tension in your chest.Wendy looked at me for a second, but then nodded. “It’s fine.”She adjusted her bag and added, “The thing is… he actually slept the wrong way last night. His neck’s a mess. He couldn’t come in because of that.”I froze for a second. That explained it. But somehow, it didn’t make me feel better.I nodded slowly. “Oh… okay then. Has he taken any drugs yet?”The moment the words left my mouth, I regretted them.Wendy raised a brow, looking at me like she was trying to piece something together. Her expression tightened slightly, like she wanted to ask me something but was holding back.I scrambled.“Um… goodbye, then.” I mumbled, waving my hand slightly just to wave the conversati

RafaelA sharp curse ripped from my lips as Fred pulled his mouth off me, the sudden loss of that hot, wet suction making my cock throb painfully in the cool air.“What the fuck are you doing, baby?” I whispered, my hand yanking his head back with a rough tug on his hair, not giving him a damn second to answer before I shoved him back down, my hips snapping up to force myself back into that slick heat.His lips parted with a muffled grunt, and I didn’t hold back, thrusting hard, the head of my cock hitting the back of his throat as I took what I needed, raw and relentless.Fred’s head bobbed with every brutal push, his hands gripping my thighs, fingers digging into my skin as I fucked his mouth with a desperate, frenzied rhythm. The wet, choking sounds of him struggling to take me, the sloppy gluck-gluck of spit and precum mixing, drove me fucking insane, my groans loud and ragged, drowning out everything else.My neck screamed with pain from the angle, but I didn’t give a shit—my en