All Chapters of LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"Yeah?""Yeah. Right now. I need—" He doesn't finish. Just kisses me again.I stand up, still holding him. His legs wrap around my waist and I carry him toward the living room.Don't make it that far.I pin him against the wall in the hallway. The same wall where I fucked him that first time, what feels like a lifetime ago."Nick—""Shut up."I grind against him. He's already hard, I can feel him through his jeans.My hands go to his shirt—my shirt—and I yank it up. He lifts his arms and I pull it off, toss it aside.Then I'm on him. Mouth on his neck, his collarbone, his chest. Biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks."Fuck—" His head hits the wall. "More—"I drop to my knees, undo his jeans, pull them and his boxers down in one motion.His cock springs free, already leaking.I don't tease. Don't make him wait. Just take him in my mouth all at once."Oh fuck—Nick—"I suck him hard and fast, one hand braced on his hip to keep him against the wall. He's trying to thrust but I won

He moves to the other nipple. Same slow attention. Taking his time."Please—""Shh. I've got you."He kisses down my stomach. My hip bones. The crease where my thigh meets my body.Everywhere except where I need him."Nick—if you don't—""What?" He looks up at me, eyes dark. "What are you going to do?""I'm going to—fuck—"He licks a stripe up the underside of my cock. Base to tip. So slow I want to scream."That what you wanted?""Yes—more—"He does it again. And again. Just licking. Not taking me in his mouth. Not using his hand. Just his tongue, driving me out of my mind."Stop teasing—""I'm not teasing." Another lick. "I'm savoring."His hand wraps around the base of my cock finally. Holds me steady while his tongue works the head. Lapping at the precum leaking from the slit."God—Nick—please—"He takes me in his mouth. Just the tip at first. Sucking gently while his hand strokes the shaft.Then deeper. Inch by inch. Taking his time.When he's got me all the way in, throat workin

He's fucking me so hard the table is scraping across the floor. I have to brace my hands harder to keep from being pushed forward. "Touch yourself," he orders. I wrap my hand around my cock. It's already hard and leaking. "That's it. Show me how much you love being fucked." I stroke myself fast. Matching his rhythm. The angle is perfect. He's hitting that spot inside me with every thrust. "I'm close—" I gasp. "Hold it." "I can't—" "You can. You will." He fucks me harder. Faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the kitchen. "Please—Nick—I can't—" "Not yet. Wait for me." I'm trying. God, I'm trying. But it's too much. His hand leaves my hair. Slides around to my throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. "Mine," he says in my ear. "My Eli. My omega. Mine." That breaks me. "I'm gonna—" "Do it. Come for me." I come so hard I see stars. Clenching around him, spilling over my hand and onto the floor. He follows with a shout. Slams in deep one last time and I

We lie there for a long time. Just breathing. Just being. Eventually he has to pull out. We both wince. He rolls onto his back, pulls me against his side. I rest my head on his chest, listen to his heartbeat slow. "We should get up," I say. "Figure out what we're going to say to her." "Later." "Nick—" "Just... give me this. A little longer." So I do. We stay in bed until the sun is high in the sky and we can't pretend anymore that we have all the time in the world. --- Day 25. Two days left. I'm trying to cook dinner. Trying to focus on something normal. But Nick keeps touching me. His hand on my lower back as he reaches past me for a glass. His body pressing against mine when he checks what I'm making. His lips on my neck when I'm stirring the pasta. "Stop," I say. But I don't mean it. "Can't." His teeth graze my earlobe. "Can't keep my hands off you." "We need to eat—" "Don't care about food." His hand slides under my shirt. Warm palm agai

ELI I wake up alone. The sheets beside me are cold. Empty. My hand reaches across the mattress, searching for warmth that isn't there anymore. Panic hits me like ice water. Where's Nick? I sit up too fast, head spinning. Morning light streams through the curtains—bright, unforgiving. The room smells like sex and him and us, and for a second I just sit there, trying to process that last night actually happened. I fucked Nick. Nick fucked me. We crossed every line there was to cross. And I want to do it again. My phone buzzes on the nightstand. I grab it, hoping it's him, but it's just a notification from some app I don't care about. Then I hear voices downstairs. My stomach drops. I scramble out of bed, legs shaky, and grab my sweats from where they landed on the floor last night. Pull them on. My ass is sore in the best way and it makes my cock twitch just thinking about how we got here. Not now. Focus. I crack open the door, listening. Nick's voice. Low and tense. And s