Page 57 of Locked in Wonderland

Nico had positioned us directly beneath it, almost certainly on purpose. It gave me front-row seats to the flex of his impressively muscled arse as he thrust into me, and I found myself completely captivated by it.

He said something, and I attempted to focus. “What?”

He raised his head from the place where his lips had pressed against my neck.

Would he leave a mark? I felt as though I should care.

I tried and failed miserably. That was tomorrow’s problem.

“I said…” He paused to catch his breath. “I’m going to come soon.”

I ran my hands down the muscled length of his back, watching our reflections mirror the movement. “Yeah, come. I want to see it. I want to watch.”

His mouth returned to my neck as his thrusts grew harder.

Then he was coming, his entire body jerking.

There was no orgasm for me this time, but I figured I’d already had more than my fair share.

Instead, I wrapped my arms and legs around him and drifted in that dreamlike state until he finally withdrew and sat up. Nico looked down at me, clearly amused.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“You look well fucked. It suits you.”

I smiled back. “I am well fucked.” I made no effort to cover myself. I was a million miles past caring that I lay there like some thoroughly debauched porn star, knees still drawn up and everything on display.

Nico traced a hand down my chest and over my stomach before finally wrapping his fingers around my cock. He gave it a small waggle. “Still hard.”

“Yeah.” I shifted my hips, silently encouraging him to tighten his grip.

Instead, he laughed and let go. I was hovering dangerously close to taking offense when he turned away. The feeling vanished a moment later when he faced me again with lubed fingers.

“Want me to rub your prostate for you, baby?”

“Yeah.”

The fingers slid in easily. Something about the look of concentration on Nico’s face was unbelievably hot.

When I came this time, it was possible I blacked out.

Chapter Nineteen

I woke in a bed with no memory of how I’d gotten there.

Had Nico carried me?

It seemed possible, considering how many times we’d gone at it in the mirrored room before the drugs had finally worn off and my erection had, at long last, gone down.

I glanced around the room, hoping it might provide some clues about Nico, but it revealed little more than the mirrored room had. The decor was sparse, and the surfaces were almost bare. It felt more like a carefully maintained hideaway than a home.

Did Nico actually live here? Or was this just where he brought hookups?

Footsteps sounded outside the door, giving me only a few seconds to compose myself before he walked in. He wore black trousers, but his chest and feet were bare, and his dark hair was still damp from a shower. When he saw me sitting up, he smiled.

Not a smug smile. Not a teasing one.

A genuinely pleased smile.