Page 54 of Locked in Wonderland

“Fuck?”

I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry.

“Unless you’d rather suffer?”

I wouldn’t. The heat was already building again, and my gaze remained fixed on Nico’s cock as though it held the answer to all my prayers. Which, admittedly, it kind of did.

I shook my head.

“Oh, come on,” he said. “You can do better than that. You’re making me feel like nothing more than a glorified dildo. Is that what I am to you?”

“No. Of course not.”

“He says to my cock.”

With considerable effort, I tore my attention away and focused on his face. “I’m just…”

“Suffering. I know.” He set the bottle down on the sofa. “You can’t blame a man for wanting a little romance.”

“Romance? What do you want me to do? Bring you flowers and buy you dinner.”

“No. But I wouldn’t say no to a kiss.”

“A kiss?”

I didn’t know what I’d expected him to ask for, but it certainly wasn’t that.

Nico sat on the arm of the sofa and waited. After a moment’s hesitation, I approached him. He spread his thighs, allowing me to step between them. I lifted a hand to his cheek, my palm resting against warm skin. The gesture felt strangely intimate.

“It’s just a kiss, Lysander,” he said. “I don’t think it warrants the frown.”

“I’m not frowning.”

Nico reached up, caught my chin, and turned my face toward the nearest mirror. “Mirrors,” he said. “There’s no hiding in here.”

“Is that why you have them?”

“I have them because it’s fucking hot. The no-hiding thing is just a bonus.” He released my chin. “Have you ever fucked in front of a mirror before?”

“No.”

“You’ve been missing out.”

The look on his face suggested he was about to launch into a detailed critique of how unexciting my sex life had been up to this point, so I kissed him before he could.

Nico immediately met my tongue with his own. His arms and legs tightened around me, holding me in place as though escape might be on my mind.

It wasn’t.

Somewhere deep down, I knew it probably should have been, but I ignored it.

Here, in this room, there was only him, me, and my stubbornly hard cock that already wanted another orgasm. The kissing went on for far longer than I expected. Every time I thought about pulling away for oxygen, Nico drew me right back in.

When he finally released my lips, he surged to his feet and wrapped his arms around me. Turning me toward the mirror, he left me with no choice but to look at my reflection.

My lips were swollen, and my pupils were blown wide.

I ground back against the throbbing length nestled against my arse, Nico laughing. “Please,” I said, the heat threatening to engulf me from the inside again. “You don’t know what it feels like.”