Page 52 of Locked in Wonderland

On his knees.

The mask was gone. When had he taken it off? Just now? Earlier? I had no idea. Nothing hid the dark-lashed blue eyes gazing up at me. I wanted to blame the drugs for how breathtakingly handsome he looked, but I wasn’t quite that delusional.

“Here,” he said, reaching for my zipper. “Let me.”

Let him? In my current state, I would have begged. I would have handed over every penny I owned for relief from the pressure building in my groin—a pressure that only seemed to worsen as whatever I’d ingested really dug its claws into me.

“Poor baby,” Nico said, sounding more amused than sympathetic. “You really are in a state, aren’t you?”

If he hadn’t already unzipped my jeans, undone the button, and dragged them down to mid-thigh, I might have found something clever to say about his obvious delight in my predicament. As it was, I wasn’t about to risk him changing his mind for the fleeting satisfaction of a sarcastic remark.

So I bit my tongue.

Together, we stared at my erect cock, redder and more swollen than I’d ever seen it.

“Please,” I pleaded. “It hurts. No more teasing.”

Nico sat back on his heels, his hands dropping to his sides. “No teasing. You just need to tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it.”

“Your mouth on my cock. I want you to suck me. I want you to make me come.”

His head tipped back slightly as he slid his hands slowly up my thighs, the glint in his eye betraying his claim that this wasn’t teasing. “Want me to swallow your cum?”

“Yes!” I lunged for him, but he easily evaded my grasp. “Please. I don’t know what else I can say.”

“Just trying to establish some rules.”

He had me so thoroughly under his spell that I’d forgotten—again―that there were other ways to get relief. I reached for my cock, my fingertips barely brushing it before Nico slapped my hands away.

“No.” The teasing vanished from his voice, replaced by something darker. “Hands behind your back.”

“What?”

“If you want me to blow you, put your hands behind your back and keep them there.”

Rules.

Why were there rules? It felt like torture.

Nico watched me wrestle with the idea, his expression unreadable. Eventually, I put my hands behind my back, gripping one wrist with the other.

Something stirred in the back of my mind.

Something about handcuffs.

The thought lasted less than a second before evaporating into the ether.

“Good boy.”

I should have hated hearing that, especially from someone not much older than I was. Instead, the words poured petrol onto an already raging fire.

Then he leaned forward, and coherent thought became impossible. There was only Nico’s tongue on my cock. The hot, wet warmth of his mouth. The way he took me deeper and deeper. The hollowing of his cheeks accentuating already-perfect bone structure. And the tight, incredible pressure of his throat as he deep-throated me.

God, the man knew how to suck cock.

It was almost tragic, then, that I lasted less than a minute.

The orgasm slammed into me, obliterating everything in a flash of white light. I left the stratosphere entirely. When I finally drifted back to earth, Nico was licking me clean.