Page 128 of Locked in Wonderland

“I don’t know,” I admitted, “but you won’t like it.”

He answered with another slow kiss against my neck. “I need details.”

“You need to fuck me.”

He withdrew until he was almost out before easing back in, drawing a sigh of contentment from somewhere deep inside me.

“Tell me how much you need this, Lysander.”

I couldn’t remember him ever using my name before. For some reason, that mattered more than the sex. Like he was really seeing me for the first time.

“I need it.”

“How much?”

“A lot.” I finally cottoned on that the more I said, the faster his hips moved. “Yes, Nico. Fuck me. Make me come. Fill me. Own me.”

That earned a quiet laugh, the sound vibrating against my neck. “I do own you, remember. I paid good money for you. A lot of money.”

“Yes,” I agreed, prepared to say anything if it got him to stop being so damn gentle and give me the pounding I needed. “You own me, so take me.”

“Stroke yourself,” he ordered.

I slid a hand between my body and the wall. There was enough pre-cum that I didn’t need to spit into my palm.

Nico finally gave me what I’d been craving, driving me up onto my toes. He turned my head, capturing my mouth in a kiss, his tongue delving deep to find mine.

The orgasm built quickly after that. I had to tear my mouth from his to groan as I painted the tiled wall with my cum.

A couple of minutes later, Nico buried himself deep and came, his teeth fastening on my neck in what felt unmistakably like a bite of possession.

I closed my eyes, luxuriating in the feeling of complete satiation.

There was no Wonderland anymore.

No boat either.

Just this.

Nico seemed to feel the same. He remained where he was, the two of us still locked together.

After a moment he shifted, his nose brushing my neck, and I smiled.

What was it going to be like, having someone as mercurial as Nico by my side? Would my friends like him? Would my parents? I had a feeling they wouldn’t have liked Warren, which made me think I’d always known there was something slightly hokey about him. I just hadn’t wanted to look too closely.

I made a small sound of contentment, regretting it when it pulled Nico from his reverie and he eased out of my body. By the time I’d peeled myself away from the wall, he already held out a damp paper towel.

“Not going to do it for me?” I teased.

“No.”

I laughed under my breath and took it, doing the best job I could of cleaning myself up. Nico was, understandably, much quicker. His shirt was already buttoned by the time I’d finished fastening the zipper of my jeans.

He retrieved my T-shirt from the floor and handed it to me. “We’ll be transferring to the dinghy soon.”

I pulled my T-shirt over my head. “Do you foresee any problems?”

“No.” He smoothed an imaginary crease from his sleeve. “Any problems would have already occurred.”