Page 27 of Lost Room Lawyer (Room #4)

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Hector

Grief has many faces, I realized in that moment, and it pained me deeply to see Nico like this. Torn apart by sorrow, it was no surprise that he clung to love. His mention of his mother didn’t bother me; I had to admit that his thoughts seemed clearer than I might have preferred.

Yes, I was still his boss. This would have been the perfect moment to leave the room, to put some distance between us. But I couldn’t.

It was the sparkle in Nico’s eyes, the one I had searched for in vain yesterday. I had been afraid I might never see Nico’s smile again, but this glimmer crushed all my doubts and gave me hope. If I could bring that sparkle back, I would do anything.

My touch was soft and tender as I stroked his head. Nico closed his eyes and let out a quiet sigh.

His body heat radiated onto me, and I felt the fire that burned between us. But this time, it wasn’t a raging passion; it was something subtle, tentative.

I kissed Nico on the mouth, and a thrill ran through me. When he glided his fingers over my neck and through my hair, I felt his muscles tense slightly as he gasped for breath.

“We don’t have to,” I whispered, caressing the spot beneath his ear.

“But I want to,” he breathed, wrapping his arms around me and holding on tight.

I wanted it too—so much.

To be sure he meant what he said, I propped myself up on one elbow and sat up. As our eyes locked, he smiled.

Damn, if I was honest with myself, nothing else mattered to me right now—just him.

It didn’t even matter that he had just confessed his love.

In that moment, my heart beat solely for him.

He was a gift—the most precious one I’d received in the past few months.

The time spent with him had been incredibly healing. I felt settled and truly seen.

Even if I was acting out of pure selfishness in that moment, my intentions were pure. I wanted to do something good for Nico. I wanted him to feel better, to distract him from his grief, and—if only for a short time—to make him forget everything.

His lips drew me in like a magnet, and I couldn’t resist any longer.

Nico welcomed me with an open mouth and devoured me in a passionate kiss.

I drowned in it and savored its infinity.

Our tongues played against each other, luring in the other’s breath, and we fused together in a wonderful way.

Time lost all meaning as I lost myself in the never-ending kiss.

How long had it been since I had made out like this?

Ten years? Fifteen years?

Why hadn’t I done this more often?

It was phenomenal, just to be, to enjoy and to play. I bit his lower lip and tugged at the skin. Our tongues nudged each other. Our breathing quickened.

The intimacy ignited a fire between us, and my erection throbbed with growing desire. I could feel Nico’s arousal against my thigh. He pressed his hips against mine and slipped a hand under my shirt.

Reluctantly, I pulled away from his tempting lips and kissed his neck, then slowly raised his T-shirt, tracing a path down his chest and stomach. Taking my time, I savored every moment. When I finally reached his waistband, I watched as he removed his shirt and tossed it aside.

My heart swelled as he smiled.

We had shut out the entire world, and there was nothing left but us. I felt the warmth of his flawless skin beneath my fingertips and kissed him on his hip bone. Slipping my fingers under his elastic waistband, I yanked down his pants, leaving him in just his light blue boxers.

Sunlight streamed through the slats and the thin white curtain, making his skin glow like bronze. The bulge in his shorts made me swallow hard. I had had so many callboys in my bed, but never had I found the sight before me as sexy as this.

By now, I was kneeling between Nico’s legs, struggling to believe what a gift he was. His slender figure was exactly my type, with a face resembling a Nordic model, but it was his inner qualities that attracted me to him.

The way he lay before me, watching me, surrendering himself … He had given me his trust, not because he was consumed by grief, but because he had truly fallen in love with me.

I pushed the thought aside. It was something I could deal with later, a truth I would have to face sooner or later. Right now, I wanted to take Nico’s mind off things because, despite the love and desire I saw in his face, there was also a deep sadness.

I placed my hands on his thighs, massaging them as I moved closer to his crotch. As my hands slipped under his boxers, I leaned forward and kissed the fabric over his penis. Nico fell back, arching his back slightly and sighing, “That feels good.”

But I couldn’t keep up this teasing for long.

My hands wanted more. My lips wanted more.

I wanted more. So, I gave in to my desire, freeing his penis from his underwear and pulling his shorts off.

My fingers moved on their own, gliding over his silky-smooth, warm skin, wrapping around his length, and massaging his balls.

The sight was breathtaking.

I couldn’t get enough and wanted to give him even more.

Everything. He could have everything from me.

Tentatively, I kissed the tip, teased his head with my tongue, and elicited a soft, contented sigh from him. I continued, over and over, taking him into my mouth and moving my head up and down.

After all these years with callboys, I had tried so much, but ultimately, it was the blowjob that cleared the chaos in my mind and turned me on.

Heat surged within me, racing through my body.

When I felt his tip brush against the back of my throat, it triggered a brief gag reflex but also flipped a switch inside me.

I tore off my shirt and shed the rest of my clothes. I wanted to feel Nico’s entire body against mine; I was practically craving it. Like a predator, I climbed back over him, sought his mouth, and laid down on top of him.

Feeling his cock against mine ignited a fuse, and for a moment, I was overwhelmed by the sensation. I slipped a hand between his legs, fingering around his entrance. As I slid a finger inside, Nico turned his head to the side, releasing a moan of pleasure.

I grabbed his jaw, turning his face back to mine, and kissed him with passion. The dance of our tongues made my cock drip with anticipation. When Nico began to stroke my tip, spreading the precum over the head, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I reached for the lube and positioned myself between Nico’s legs again. To my surprise, he got on all fours and presented his gorgeous ass to me.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he said, glancing back over his shoulder.

I swallowed hard, momentarily paralyzed by the sight. But my throbbing cock snapped me out of it. Hastily, I smeared lube on my fingers and began to prepare Nico. As I stretched him, I slid my other hand between his legs and massaged his cock.

Then the moment finally arrived. I rolled on a condom and laid my hard shaft along his ass crack, moving back and forth a few times. The sight was insanely hot.

“I want to feel you,” Nico gasped.

“Do you even know how sexy you are? You’re driving me crazy.”

“I’m sorry, but you’re killing me,” he replied.

I took a deep breath and positioned the tip of my cock at his entrance, then slowly pushed into him. Nico arched his back and moaned, and I echoed his sound. The tight heat around my cock sent me into another realm. Before I lost control, I gripped Nico’s hips firmly and leaned forward slightly.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” I groaned.

“Oh yes.”

Nico propelled against me, sending another wave of heat through my body. I gasped and pressed even deeper into him. For a moment, I paused, giving Nico time to catch his breath. He did, lifting his head to glance over his shoulder and nod.

Slowly, I withdrew just a bit before sliding into him again. With gentle, fluid movements, I drew a moan from his lips. Watching him grip the sheets and throw his head back took my breath away.

I don’t know how long I fucked him like that, but it felt like an eternity. I kept changing the rhythm, tempo, and intensity, lost in my lust. Every thrust, every breath, took me higher. The sound of our bodies smacking together drove me wild.

A sheen of sweat glistened on Nico’s back. I was drenched too, but I didn’t want it to end, even though I had reached a point of no return.

Nico’s moans grew louder. I could feel him getting closer to orgasm. By now, he was supporting himself with just one hand while the other stroked his own cock.

I held him tighter and picked up the pace, edging closer to the brink with every thrust, losing control bit by bit. I couldn’t stop. My body moved as if in a trance, driven by pure arousal, with only one goal in mind.

Then it hit, that wave of heat crashing over me, wrenching me under. My muscles tightened, my breath caught, and I came hard. I felt the cum shoot out in powerful bursts as I leaned forward. Nico came too, writhing beneath me in his climax.

I enclosed my arms around him, feeling his back against my stomach, and kissed his shoulder tenderly. Being so close, coming down from the high together—I couldn’t imagine anything more perfect in that moment.