Page 96 of Locked in Wonderland

The irritating thing was that he was right. My feet were already on the carpet, and a few seconds later, I was on my knees.

He was close.

I could feel it in the tremor running through his thighs and the way his breath kept catching. The taste of pre-cum coated my tongue when his phone rang.

I expected him to ignore it. I should have known better.

His curt greeting irritated me enough that I doubled my efforts to make him come.

“Right. I see,” he continued.

His hand slid into my hair. Not enough to stop me, but enough that I suspected he was attempting to slow the pace a little. I had no intention of cooperating, only bobbing my head faster.

“Can’t someone else…”

I smiled around his cock as his words faltered, their slight breathlessness giving me life. Whoever was on the other end of the call, my sole purpose became ensuring they suspected something untoward was happening.

“It’s my day off,” Nico said. “I have... plans.”

Even more breathless.

I took him deeper, tamping down on my gag reflex.

His fingers loosened in my hair, the grip turning into something closer to a caress. I wrapped a hand around my cock and stroked in time with the movement of my mouth.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Thirty minutes. I’ll get there as soon as I can.”

He hung up, less than a minute passing before he came. I swallowed what I could while working myself faster until I spilled over his calf.

“Fuck!” Nico said as I sat back on my heels. His hand drifted from my hair to my cheek. For a moment, it lingered there before he seemed to realize what he was doing and pulled away. “I have to work.”

I stared up at him, still trying to process that brief flash of tenderness and what it might mean.

“Yeah, I got that. I guess that means no park trip then.”

“Yeah. No park.”

The disappointment surprised me as I followed him to the shower. Apparently, I’d actually been looking forward to leaving the apartment.

“How come you have to work?” I called over the sound of running water.

“I don’t know. Some sort of emergency no one else can handle. They weren’t exactly forthcoming with the details.” A pause. “And my attention was mostly elsewhere.”

“You could have stopped me.”

“I didn’t want to stop you. I wanted to come.”

“A polite man would have let the call go to voicemail.”

“Not a good man, remember.” I could practically hear the smirk. “You only got to come because you did it yourself.”

While his shower was brief, everything after that happened at record speed. He dressed and headed for the door within minutes, seemingly unconcerned by his still-damp hair.

Then he was gone.

And I was alone again with only my own thoughts for company.

It was mid-morning when I heard voices outside the door.