Page 51 of Locked in Wonderland

“Horny,” I admitted, opening my eyes again.

“Everyone knows they lace the tea with a powerful aphrodisiac.”

Nico had a nice collarbone. I wanted to lick it and find out what it tasted like. That, and his neck. And then why stop there? He probably had a hundred interesting places I could explore with my tongue. Did he have a big cock? I wanted to suck that too.

Nico shook his head. “For fuck’s sake! No wonder you were ready to let Drake do whatever he wanted to you.”

“He wanted to chain me to his bed.” Another giggle escaped me, even though somewhere deep down, I knew it wasn’t funny.

“I bet he did. This isn’t just a sip or two of tea.”

“A cup and a half,” I announced proudly. “Probably would have been two, but the whole moving thing messed it up.” The memory made me smile. “The room moves. How fucking crazy is that?”

“Yeah, yeah, it moves. It’s just a parlor trick.” His fingers tightened around my wrists. It made my already throbbing cock get harder. “A cup and a half,” he echoed. “You’re in for a long night.”

“Maybe there’s an antidote.”

“There isn’t. There’s only riding it out until it leaves your system.”

“I need to fuck something,” I said. “Or get fucked. Anything. Everything.” My voice had started to fray at the edges.

“Perhaps I should call Drake back.”

“Not him. You.”

I was way past the point of feeling any shame for my actions. I yanked hard enough that Nico had to let go of my wrists. I immediately used my newfound freedom to pull Nico closer, slot his thigh between mine, and grind against him. “Take me home. You can do anything you want to me.”

“Anything?” Nico sounded amused. “You should be careful throwing that around. Especially here. Some people in Wonderland would take you at your word. And before you know it, you’re tied to a bed with a ball gag in your mouth.”

“Please,” I begged, rutting against him harder. If he stayed still, I might actually come like this.

Hands caught my waist, stopping me. “You want to come here? With everyone watching?”

There was a part of my mind that knew the answer should have been no. That under normal circumstances, it would have been unthinkable. But it was buried too deep now—melted in the forest fire of my lust.

If Nico told me to drop to my knees and suck his cock while everyone gathered round in a circle and offered pointers, I’d do it. “I just want to come.”

Nico’s fingers closed around my wrist again, firm enough to remind me of the handcuffs in the nightclub. When he pulled me after him, I didn’t resist.

I had, after all, asked him to take me home.

Chapter Eighteen

I couldn’t have said where we went, how long the journey took, who saw us, or even how we got there. The world didn’t snap back into focus until Nico hauled me up three flights of stairs and through the door of an apartment.

“Home sweet home,” he said, closing the door behind us.

He didn’t even get the chance to turn around before I launched myself at him, clawing at his clothes like a wild animal.

Nico caught my wrists and effortlessly overpowered me. “Calm down, Lysander.”

“I can’t,” I panted. “You know that. You’re the one who told me about the tea.”

Only then did it occur to me that my sexual gratification wasn’t entirely dependent on him. Yes, sex with two people was always better, but it wasn’t critical. The important thing was that he’d gotten me away from prying eyes and into a place where we were alone. If he decided he didn’t want what I’d practically thrown at him, then so be it.

With that in mind, I fumbled for the fastening of my borrowed jeans. Frustration and desire made my movements clumsy. So clumsy that I couldn’t even get the zipper down, let alone undo the button. Part of it was my cock being so damn hard that it caused an obstruction.

Then, suddenly, Nico was on his knees in front of me.