Page 144 of Locked in Wonderland

Another.

“Not to apologize.”

His eyes met mine.

“Not even to gloat.”

“Slow,” I said as he pushed in, my voice tight. “It’s been a long time.” I didn’t ask whether it had been a long time for him. Whatever—or whoever—had occupied him while I’d wasted time trying to come to terms with my feelings for him didn’t concern me. I wasn’t naïve enough to imagine he’d remained celibate.

It didn’t matter.

Only this did. The here and now. Him. Me. An orgasm. Making up for lost time.

“Slow enough for you?” he said as he leaned over to kiss me.

“Yeah,” I panted between kisses as he eased in another inch. Being unable to touch him was frustrating at first. Then he started moving, and the frustration quickly gave way to something else entirely.

“Can you come without touching yourself?” he murmured. “Because I’m not doing it for you.”

Could I? I never had before. But I guess there was a first time for everything. He fucked me harder after that, every thrust bringing me closer to the edge. By the time I realized how close I was, he wasn’t far behind.

The orgasm hit us almost simultaneously.

I buried my face in the damp curve of his neck, my breathing ragged as relief and satiation combined in a heady mix.

“Good boy,” Nico said, his tone infuriatingly smug. “I knew you could do it.”

I couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Fuck off.”

Nico took the handcuffs off without me having to ask him, and we dozed for a while before he instigated round two. This time there were no handcuffs. I rode him and he didn’t protest when I stroked myself to orgasm. Round three happened just before dawn with me on my hands and knees, and Nico driving into me like his life depended on it. He came. I didn’t.

By then I was sore, thoroughly exhausted, and determined that if Nico attempted a fourth round, I’d simply pretend to be dead.

When I woke up, the other side of the bed was empty. Panic seized hold of me until I registered the indistinct murmur of a television from the adjoining room. I pulled on briefs before following the sound.

Nico lay stretched out on the sofa in nothing but underwear, a newspaper open across his lap and the television providing little more than background noise. He looked up as I entered.

I perched on the arm of the opposite sofa. “For a moment, I thought you’d done a runner.”

He gave me an amused glance. “Berlin is a little too cold to wander around without clothes on.”

I smiled at the image he’d conjured up. “How long are you staying here?” I aimed for casual. Judging by his expression, I wasn’t that convincing.

“I’ve already been here the better part of a week.” He closed the newspaper. “Another couple of days, perhaps.”

I picked at a loose thread on the sofa arm. “And after that?”

“I’ll probably head to Denmark.”

I nodded, still playing it casually. “I’m guessing you had money squirreled away as a contingency plan?”

“I did.”

“How much?”

One eyebrow arched. “Are you after me for my money?”

I held his gaze. “No. I’m after you for your big dick and your impressive sexual stamina.” I jerked my head toward the bedroom. “I thought I made that abundantly clear last night.”