Page 14 of Lost Room Lawyer (Room #4)

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Hector

What did I want to do? It was a great question that triggered a wave of panic through me.

What should I have done? What was I allowed to do?

If it were up to Nico and the throbbing arousal in my pants, the answer was clear. But at that moment, my mind rebelled, overpowering me and forcing me to step back.

With the callboys, everything was so simple. Sex for money. No commitments. Just a secret. Even when Luca asked me why I hired callboys when I could get it for free, my answer was simple. Paying for something kept me away from all the problems Luca had to deal with not too long ago.

Callboys were professionals, much like myself—providers of one of humanity’s oldest trades. Over the years, I had learned how to accept that reality. But with Nico, I knew I had already gone too far, and the fear that followed was overwhelming.

The sex last night had been incredible, if not better than any I’d had before. What accusations did I hurl at myself this morning when I woke up beside Nico?

You can still fix this , I told myself. It was just a slip. A one-time thing. Nothing more.

But here I was now, in Canonica’s luxurious kitchen, with a throbbing cock and burning desire, unable to tear my gaze away from Nico’s naked body. If what we had done last night was forbidden, then I had no idea what this was.

Nico’s nonchalant smile and the sparkle in his eyes made me shudder again.

Yes, what do I want?

Nico parted his lips and pushed his jaw forward slightly. He knew exactly how erotic he was and played with me. A crackling sensation took over my whole body and fueled my desire.

“So you want to be punished,” I said in a deeper voice than usual.“That can be done.”

“And how are you going to do that?”

His defiance made my stern facade crumble, and I gave in to the smile. I would never have admitted he had me wrapped around his finger when he asked if there were cameras here. The fact that we were in a stranger’s house made everything even more exciting.

I was a lawyer and fought daily for justice, but this was so forbidden!

Drawn in by Nico’s mouth, I moved closer until I felt his breath on my lips.

“Punishing you requires control,” I whispered. “I’m about to lose it.”

I felt as if I were hanging off a cliff, clinging to the last blades of grass. When Nico extended his tongue and touched the tip of my lips, a frigid sensation ran down my spine, and my breath caught. My mind went blank, and I fell.

I grabbed Nico, lifted him onto the kitchen island, and kissed him passionately. When he slid his hand inside my pants and I felt his warm skin on my cock, an intense surge of lust washed over me.

Startled, I moved away from Nico and wrestled with my guilty conscience. I wanted this, no doubt, but I also wanted to punish him for driving me completely out of my mind.

“No,” Nico begged, reaching out to me with longing. “Don’t stop.”

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.

Sweat collected on my forehead, and my vision narrowed. All I saw was Nico in front of me. The way he writhed in pleasure, releasing those sweet, irresistible sounds. He was so alluring, so incredibly erotic.

I found myself in a rhythmic pattern of passionate, consistent movements. With my eyes fixed on Nico’s gorgeous face, melting with pleasure, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

Nico reached out to me. “Kiss me!” he begged, surrendering to my passionate thrusts.

Leaning forward, I slipped my hand around his neck and captured him in a fervent kiss.

The moist dance of our tongues stoked the fire between us.

I had never enjoyed kissing so much. Nico clung to my open shirt as if he never wanted to let go.

Eventually, he lay back again and gave himself to my touches.

When I clenched his cock with my hand, he threw his head back, moaning loudly.

“Oh yes, keep going!”

I continued to fuck him, ramming deeper into him as Nico gave himself completely over to me. As I increased the pace, he arched his neck and searched for something to hold onto.

“Shit, Hector, I …”

There was no turning back now.

I drove us both to the edge.

Nico tensed beneath me, gasping for air. With a loud moan, he let himself fall off the cliff and came on his stomach.

“Oh yes! Don’t stop! Keep fucking me!”

I kept going, gripped his hips tightly and thrust harder. My muscles tightened and twitched, my cock pulsing uncontrollably. A growl escaped me, gradually turning into a moan. Then a hot wave flowed through me and I felt myself pouring into Nico in several spurts.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, leaning forward and bracing myself on my hands. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. I only felt the heat and throbbing in my cock.

Breathless, I opened my eyes. Nico greeted me with a warm smile and stroked my cheek, making my heart melt.

Shit! Where is this going to lead?