Page 3 of Lost Room Lawyer (Room #4)

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Hector

Calling out his name felt wrong and forbidden, even though I had a reason to chase after him. Besides, I wasn’t the type to pursue others. One might assume I was a man in his forties, a successful lawyer, but right now, I felt more like a dog.

The corridor was long and dark. Rossi had turned around halfway to the stairwell, under the only lamp that cast its dull light. When he recognized me, he visibly tensed up but shook off the unease.

“Corvo,” he said, frowning. “Did I…?”

I stepped closer to him and handed him his gloves. “These were under your chair.”

“Oh… They must have fallen out of my pocket.” He quickly stuffed them away. “Thanks.”

He stood before me, his expression serious, his gaze sincere—just as it had been since the first moment it captivated me.

It was almost unbelievable that, in this shabby, damp corridor under the harsh, unflattering light, I could finally appreciate the deep, beautiful blue of his eyes.

We were almost the same height, standing face to face.

When he opened his mouth to speak, his white teeth gleamed between his full lips, leaving me utterly mesmerized and unable to do anything but stare.

God, he took my breath away. He looked like a model, with his shoulder-length hair tousled just enough to look effortlessly stylish.

His roots were as dark as his strong eyebrows, while the rest of his hair lightened to a honey blond.

He had a hint of a surfer vibe, tempered by the chiseled features that gave him a striking Nordic allure.

All evening, I had been captivated by his mere presence. It had been far too long since I’d been with a man—far too long. And then, out of nowhere, I ended up at this poker night…

“Is there… uh… anything else?” Rossi asked, his gaze locked on me, unable to look away.

“No,” I forced out. Just looking at him made me feel warm inside.

“Then … I guess I’ll go now,” he said softly.

I could have sworn I heard disappointment in his voice, and in that instant, I panicked. Yes, I wanted him. I had no idea how to make that clear, but my whole body was aching for him. Did he really want to leave? It was so obvious that he wanted it too.

Rossi managed to give me another smile. The moment he turned away from me, I grabbed his arm.

“Or … we …”

I was hopeless. My God! I was forty-three!

But it didn’t feel that way right now.

Time seemed to stand still. My hand clung to Rossi’s arm as he looked at me with an inscrutable expression.

His lower eyelids twitched slightly, and then, suddenly, he stepped forward, pushed me against the wall, and kissed me passionately.

It was exactly what I wanted. I pulled him closer, pressing our bodies together, sliding a hand to the nape of his neck, and welcomed him with my tongue.

“You’ve been looking at me like that all night,” he said between kisses. “I hope I’m not overstepping.”

“You have no idea how much you’ve turned me on,” I replied, slipping my hands under his sweater. I wanted to feel his warmth, and as soon as I touched his skin, a cold shiver ran down my spine.

He began exploring with his hands, aiming for my belt.

But just as he was about to undo it, the stairwell light flicked on.

We both froze. Rossi glanced down the corridor, his expression shifting into a slight grimace, as if fearing we’d be caught and the moment would end.

I have to admit, I was probably even more afraid of that—but I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, let this opportunity slip away.

“Come with me,” I said, but he stood still as I headed toward the stairwell. “Trust me.”

“I don’t know if that’s smart after my bluff.”

We shared a laugh, and I led him past the stairwell and into the other corridor. I opened the door to the parking garage where I had parked my car.

“Aren’t you going back?”

His question was valid, as the closing door behind us left no way back.

“I already said my goodbyes. Come this way.” Through another door, we entered the basement of another building, where the restaurant’s restrooms were located.

It was just past midnight on a Friday, and the place had already shut down for the night.

The moment the restroom door clicked shut behind us, I spun around, pushing Rossi against it. Our bodies collided, my breath mingling with his, desperate to close the distance between us.

The kiss we shared earlier had only left me craving more, a reminder of how parched I was. Normally, I’d hire a callboy once a month to quench that thirst, but lately, my schedule had been too relentless to indulge in even that simple pleasure.

Rossi hastily unbuttoned my pants, just as I did with his. I slid my hand inside and wrapped it around his hard cock. Rossi gripped my shoulder tightly and sighed into my ear.

“Oh shit… so good.”

He sharply inhaled as he rested his forehead on my shoulder, then slid a hand into my pants.

A hot wave flooded my body, making me even more aroused, even more eager, as I sought his lips again.

He met me with his tongue, becoming increasingly passionate as we jerked each other off.

I felt the fine stubble on my chin and played with his nipple under his sweater while trying to hold back from cumming right away.

The guy was turning me on so much that I briefly wondered if it was just because of the long dry spell. Too bad I didn’t have any condoms with me.

Rossi sank to his knees, freed my cock, and took it into his mouth. He elicited a deep moan from me, and I didn’t recognize myself anymore.

Had I moaned like that with the callboys too?

When Rossi teased my tip with his tongue while looking up at me, I lost my balance.

I leaned forward, bracing myself against the door with both hands.

Rossi smiled, stroked my length a few times, and took me into his mouth again.

Enveloped in that moist warmth, I couldn’t get enough and swayed my hips from side to side.

Suddenly, I became aware that Rossi was kneeling in front of me on the floor, jerking himself off. On that dirty floor! I immediately helped him to his feet. As turned on as I was, the toilet was anything but clean. Quickly, I found his lips again and massaged our cocks together.

“Fuck me,” he moaned, tilting his head back.

I kissed his neck, wanting to devour him. “I’m not equipped, though.”

“But I am,” he said, holding up two packets. “Always.”

The way he peered at me with that sly grin suggested he was used to having a good time. Who could blame him? It was Friday night. He was a good-looking young man who surely had no trouble picking up men.

Even if I had wanted to, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I took the condom and lube, maneuvered him over to the sink, and pulled down his pants. Now I was the one crouching behind him, kneading and kissing his wonderful ass. I spread his cheeks and ventured forward with my tongue.

Meanwhile, Rossi clung to the sink, letting out sweet sounds. I touched his rim, massaged it, and teased it with my tongue, causing Rossi to push back against me.

“Shit, you’re so sexy. You know that?”

Rossi laughed. But when I slowly inserted a finger into him, he arched his back and moaned.

“Fuck! So good!”

I prepared him and stretched him. Once I added the third finger, I stood up and watched him in the mirror.

He was so hot, gripping the sink, his mouth open, breathing heavily.

Every expression on his lust-filled face fueled my desire.

A strand of hair fell into his face as he stared at me with a wild look.

“I’m ready,” he gasped.

Oh yes, I was too. I positioned myself behind him, tugged down my pants, and stroked my length. Putting the condom on, I pressed the tip against his opening and slowly penetrated him.

My lust flared up like fireworks, consuming me entirely.

I was lost in the heat of the moment, every thought drowned by desire.

Rossi’s moans, low and breathless, spurred me on as he leaned into me, inviting more.

I eagerly pushed up his sweater, my lips trailing across the smooth expanse of his back, savoring every inch of his skin.

As soon as I felt Rossi adjust to my cock, I slowly started to move. Back and forth. Each movement untangled something inside me, making me grip Rossi’s hips and increase my speed.

“Yes!” he moaned, drawing me deeper with every word.

I slapped his ass and fucked him hard.

“Don’t stop!”

Further and further toward the edge.

When Rossi cried out and arched his back, I knew I had hit the right spot, so I tried to maintain that position. Seeing him squirm under my thrusts and try to watch me in the mirror lit the final fuse.

I couldn’t stop anymore. No turning back. My body was on fire, and I was losing my mind. Rossi was jerking himself off and came into the sink. Meanwhile, I kept fucking him like there was no end.

And then it hit me, a wave of overwhelming pleasure that I couldn’t resist. I let go completely, moaning loudly as I released inside him, lost in the sheer ecstasy of the moment.

The intense heat and tightness around me sent tremors through my body, and I gripped Rossi tightly, struggling to stay upright.

Waves of warmth surged through my veins, and for a brief, euphoric moment, I felt as though I was in pure bliss.

“Shit, that was good,” I finally managed to say, pulling out of him.

Rossi laughed and straightened up. He was still breathing heavily, and as he turned to me, he brushed away the honey-blond strands from his face. “Didn’t think I’d last that long,” he said mischievously, giving me a wickedly sweet smile.

“You?” I exclaimed with amusement, discarding the condom. “Shit, I was the one struggling to hold it together. Despite all my efforts, I couldn’t last any longer.”

As I zipped up my pants, Rossi stepped up to me. He gently stroked my cheek and looked deep into my eyes. “It was fun, Corvo. It doesn’t matter how long it lasted.”