All Chapters of Forbidden Pleasures (MxM): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

RafaelAs Fred's fingers worked their magic inside me, stretching and stroking that sensitive spot that made my toes curl and my breath come in ragged bursts.I felt a mix of vulnerability and raw excitement building, my body arching instinctively towards him, every nerve ending alive with the slick, probing rhythm that had me gripping the sheets, my knuckles white, sweat trickling down my temples.I whispered shakily, “Fuck, Fred, that's it! Don't stop.”The cool lube warmed with our heat, his eyes locked on mine with that intense, knowing gaze that made my heart race even faster. His thumb brushed against my balls, adding another layer of sensation that had me moaning louder, my hips bucking slightly against his hand.The room faded away until all I could focus on was the building pressure and the way his touch commanded my body, turning me into a quivering mess beneath him.Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Fred withdrew his fingers, leaving me gasping at the sudden emptiness

Fred“Lay down,” Rafael growled, suddenly pulling back with that feral hunger in his eyes. “I want to drill you hard…. I want to be inside you. I can’t hold it anymore.”God, the way he said it sent a tremble down my spine. I was already leaking, eyes glossy, breath shaky. I obeyed, adjusting my body across the sofa, feeling the cushion dip beneath me. My chest rose and fell rapidly as Rafael positioned himself, his body hovering above mine, hands planted firmly on either side of my head.And then—just as I felt the swollen head of his cock press against my entrance, slow and steady—Ring… Ring…My phone.I blinked, panting. “Wait…. wait, let me take that call. It might be important.”But Rafael shook his head and held me down firmly, his voice thick with want. “No, please. Let’s just concentrate on this.”I huffed a laugh. “Oh, now you want to concentrate? What happened to when I was watching my match and you were busy stroking me like it was your personal mission?”He snorted, chuck

FredBefore Liam left, Rafael tried to insist on driving him home, but of course Liam being Liam, wasn’t going to leave his precious car behind. I gave him a quick hug before he left and whispered, “I’ll call you soon.” He winked and strutted off.That left just me and my overprotective, obsessive, kind-of-stalkerish boyfriend.Not that I’m complaining.We got into his car, and Rafael made sure I was buckled before he started the engine. I leaned a little closer, just to feel his body heat. I don’t know—being with him just made me feel safe… and kind of excited, in all the ways a person shouldn’t be while someone else is driving.Then out of nowhere, he grinned and said, “I think I have a lollipop here.”He reached into the glove compartment and pulled out two—one cherry, one grape. He handed me the cherry without asking. Of course he remembered it was my favorite.“Thank you,” I said, unwrapping it.We both popped our lollipops in our mouths at the same time, and the car filled with

RafaelTwo days had flown by like a breeze.I stood outside the bakery—my bakery—watching as the movers bustled around, hauling in countertops, the heavy mixer, racks, and all the sleek wooden furniture I’d handpicked with love. The walls were still fresh with paint, sunlight poured through the big front windows, and the golden letters spelling “Rafa’s Bakes & Love” gleamed proudly on the glass.It was real. My dream was coming to life right in front of me.But even with all this excitement, there was a little ache in my chest. I missed Fred.I knew he’d be at work right about now, probably eating lunch and gossiping with Wendy and Liam like they always did. And now that Fred was out of the closet—open, glowing, and unapologetically himself—it made me even prouder to call him mine.I pulled out my phone without thinking. It was lunchtime anyway. He’d probably be free.I tapped the video call icon.A few seconds later, Fred picked up. He was in the cafeteria, a tray of food in front of

RafaelGod, I loved the way he looked at me.I leaned up, trailing soft kisses along his collarbone, letting my fingers slide down his torso, teasing the waistband of his pants. I could feel him twitching beneath the fabric; needy already, and that smug little smirk curled on my lips.“You sure you’re not jealous?” I whispered against his throat as I bit lightly at his pulse point.Fred breathed out, “Shut up and kiss me.”And I did.I kissed him like I’d been starving. Mouths hot and hungry, tongues tasting, lips smashing together like we were trying to make up for every second apart. His hands slid into my hair, tugging as I deepened the kiss, and I groaned against his lips.He tasted like sweetness and frustration — and mine. So damn mine.I kissed down again, this time slower, licking a stripe down his chest. I paused to suck at his nipples, circling one with my tongue until he gasped and arched into me. I switched to the other, biting just enough to hear him curse under his breat