Page 55 of Locked in Wonderland

His hand drifted down my chest. He watched its movement in the mirror, stopping a few maddening inches short of my cock. “You don’t think I ever tried it?”

“Did you?”

“Once. Not as much as you drank, though.”

“And?” Grabbing Nico’s wrist, I tried to guide his hand where I wanted it. It was like trying to move a steel bar.

“Are you really that interested?”

“Not really.”

He nodded. “That’s what I figured.” A brief pause followed. “Face down on the sofa.”

My haste in following his instructions earned another laugh.

“So eager,” he said as he straddled me, settling onto the backs of my thighs.

“It’s the drug.”

“If you say so.”

The snap of a cap told me he’d retrieved the lube.

“It is. You know it is.”

“Next you’ll be telling me I could be anyone.” His voice dripped with amusement. “I have Drake’s number. I can get him over here if you prefer. I’m sure he’d love to see you like this.”

I stayed silent. Arguing with Nico wasn’t going to get me what I needed. Instead, I swallowed my pride. “I don’t want Drake.”

“What do you want?”

“You.”

It wasn’t a lie. At this very moment, I did want him.

“Better.”

Nico sounded pleased.

A groan escaped as slick fingers found their way between my arse cheeks. Gentle fingertips teased my rim before one finger pressed inside.

I arched upward immediately, craving more. Nico rewarded me with a playful slap. “Such a greedy boy.”

One finger quickly became two. Every brush against my prostate dragged another moan from my throat. Just when I thought I might come from that alone, the fingers disappeared.

“Condom,” I managed weakly. The single word felt like a superhuman effort.

“Don’t need them,” Nico said. “I get tested regularly.”

“What about me? You should be worried I might have something.”

“You got tested.”

“What? When? By who?”

“Shhh.” His hand stroked over my hip. “Less talking. More fucking.”

It was difficult to argue with his cock already nudging against my hole. “Are you ready, baby?”