Page 34 of Lost Room Lawyer
I couldn’t deny that it felt good to be in control—though I knew I was only fooling myself. My cock was begging for attention, so I reached into my pants and stroked myself.
“Shit, you’re sexy,” Nico moaned.
As he tried to get off the kitchen island, I held up a warning finger. “You stay right where you are.”
Nico pouted but remained obediently in place.
“Do you want this?” I asked, continuing to stroke my cock.
Nico nodded and touched himself.
“Hands off,” I commanded in a dark voice.
Nico studied me with his mesmerizing eyes. As if unsure where to put his hands, he caressed his naked chest and ran his fingers through his hair in an incredibly sexy way.
I slowly unbuttoned my shirt. Standing there with my chest exposed and pants open, I faced him.
“Shit, Hector. You’re driving me crazy.”
“Lie down,” I whispered. “And lift your legs.”
“Damn,” he cursed but did as he was told.
The kitchen was huge, and we were on the bar side. On either side of me were two stools. I stepped between Nico’s legs and leaned over him. Before he bumped his head, I moved a vase aside, feeling Nico shudder against the cold marble on his bare skin.
I leaned in closer, resting my chest on his stomach, and kissed one of his nipples. Nico grasped my hair, sighed, and wrapped his legs around my hips.
I kissed my way over his navel, past his cock, and down to his inner thighs. Returning to his groin, I kissed his balls and his stiff cock. My hands were everywhere until I finally placed them on the back of his knees, pushing his legs further back.
I teased his entrance with my tongue, coaxing a moan from Nico as he squirmed beneath my touch. Reaching for the lube, I prepared him carefully. When I slipped in a second finger, he flinched—pain flickered across his face but vanished just as quickly.
As I worked him, my cock grew even harder. His body was perfectly aligned, tempting me to dive in, but restraint was necessary. Punishment had to come first.
I added a third finger, causing Nico to writhe in pain and tense up again.
“Oh fuck!” he gasped, wincing.
I paused and waited until his muscles relaxed.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
My presence alone seemed to dissolve the last trace of tension in him, and his gaze turned to me, filled with desire. As he glided a hand over his belly and wrapped it around his cock, his dedication took my breath away.
“So you like this?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied with a mischievous grin. “Don’t keep me waiting any longer.”
“I don’t want to.”
I opened the condom, rolled it on, applied more lube to my length, and positioned the tip at his hole. I didn’t waste any time and thrust into him vigorously, drawing a loud moan from him.
“Oh fuck!” he shouted, grabbing the edge of the kitchen counter.
Slowly, I pulled out and then drove back into him deeply. The tightness around my cock made me speechless. Nico swaddled his hands around my neck, holding on tight as I plunged deep into him again.
Over and over.
