Nico's Cruse (3 page)

He cocked an eyebrow at her. “You haven’t dated up until
now? How could you not date? You’re gorgeous. Bet you had to beat guys off with
a stick.”

“Ha,” she snorted. “Not even close.” Rose yawned, covering
her mouth and settled against the couch again.

“Tired?”

“Mmhmm. Been a long day.”

“Want me to let you go to bed?”

She wasn’t ready for her time with him to end so quickly.
“Want to come with me?”

“Hell, yes I do.” He leaned in close to the screen with a
kid-in-a-candy-store grin. “Ready when you are.”

Rose finished off her wine and picked up her laptop,
flipping out lights as she made her way to her bedroom. She switched on a light
on her nightstand and settled on her mattress beneath her blue comforter. She
adjusted her screen so she could see Nico again, thankful she’d ditched her bra
when she got home. She knew how to remove her bra without taking her top off
but doing it on the first date seemed a mite bit slutty.

“Don’t you want to take off some of your clothes and get
more comfortable?”

The look he gave her made her nipples hard again.

“I’m not that easy on a first date.” Total and complete lie.
If he actually sat in front of her in the flesh she would have stripped so fast
she’d win an Olympic gold for getting naked. Thank goodness for a little bit of
distance to keep her new slutty tendencies in check. She wondered if she could
still be classified as a slut if she only wanted to be slutty with one person.

“Good to know. What about the second date?”

She watched him walk through his house and settle on his
bed, mirroring her position on her bed.

“So, are you a back sleeper or on your stomach?”

She tilted the screen, pillowing her head on her forearms.
“Stomach. Normally the only way I can fall asleep.” She blinked several times,
each time a bit longer than the last. A long day and a glass of wine were way
more excitement than she’d had in ages. Her ability to keep her eyelids open
became harder and harder.

Music filtered in from his side of the connection. The soft
lyrics from someone who sounded familiar lulled her into keeping her eyes
closed a bit longer.

“I should really let you go, Nico. I’m fading over here.”

“You’re going to give me a complex. It’s our first date and
I can’t even keep you up to regale you with stories from my misguided youth.”

Rose smiled again, setting off another round of yawning. She
focused on him again and he couldn’t have been more wide awake…and tousled…and
delicious. Like he’d just been rode hard and put up wet. She bet he knew
exactly how to treat a woman. Like a lady in the boardroom and a whore in the
bedroom.

Best of both worlds, in her opinion.

She closed her eyes again, wondering where in the world the
whore statement had come from.

She wasn’t a virgin but pretty darn close to one. She’d
slept with fewer than five guys, and he gave off the impression he could take
on a handful of women at one time. Tingles quivered low in her belly and she
snuggled into her down comforter some more.

“You’re lovely, Rose. I bet your skin’s as soft as a flower
petal and twice as fragrant.”

She slipped her glasses off and put them on the night stand.
She rolled onto her side, tucking her hands beneath her cheek so she could
still see him. She pulled the elastic band out of her hair and shook her blonde
locks free. They weren’t much longer than her shoulders but the way he watched
her made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

“I’m glad I found the website, Nico. Glad you put your
profile up there, too.”

“It’s served me well.”

She thought his choice of words was odd but she poised on
the verge of falling asleep and she chalked it up to that.

“
Te veré en tus sueños
. I’ll see you in your dreams,
Rose.”

She lowered her lids, still seeing the outline of him after
she’d closed them. “Not if I see you first.” The thought of dreaming of him,
made her shiver and curl her toes against the cool material.

“You’re on.”

The mischief in his voice made her want to watch him but her
eyelids were too heavy. She moved her head back and forth, knowing the point of
no return had arrived. He’d just log off when she fell asleep, which was fine
by her.

The dream started mere moments after she took one more big
breath. He watched her through the screen, calling her name softly, trying to
wake her up but she was too far gone. The day finally caught up with her.

He reached forward and she thought to snap the laptop
closed. Instead he extended his arm toward her and the oddest thing happened.
The tips of his fingers came through the screen. But it didn’t stop there. His
arm followed his head, his shoulders, his naked torso, then those lean hips
covered by his sweatpants.

Soon he climbed off the bed and stood beside it, gazing down
at her as she peeked at him through her lowered lashes.

Best dream ever
, she thought to herself.

Pins and needles raced up her spine as he moved the covers
off, straddling her prone body on the bed.

He tugged her arms gently out from under her cheek and she
stayed limp, not wanting to ruin the delicious anticipation. Cold metal on her
wrist made her freeze. Then he moved her onto her stomach, gently twisting her
arms behind her. Steel teeth snapped into place around the second wrist,
latching them together. “Now you’re in my world.”

Rose said the only thing that came to mind, as he palmed her
ass and between her thighs, “Thank fuck.”

He moved to one side of her, rolling her onto her side to
face him. He didn’t waste any time pushing his sweats down below his balls,
letting his cock spring free. To say he definitely helped the male average tend
toward a larger number was the understatement of the damn year.

His scent reached her and a moan slipped past her lips.
“Aren’t you going to blindfold me?” Her eyes were open, glued on the shaft he
fisted in front of her.

“No.”

She glanced up at him. His tight expression said it all. Of
course in her dream he would look just as starved for her as she was for him.
Made her need jump another rung higher and she clasped her thighs together.

He grasped a fistful of her hair, holding her head steady. After
grabbing the base of his cock, he fisted his balls in his palm, rubbing the
smooth head along her lips.

She licked part of his shaft and he sucked in a sharp
breath, holding his dick away from her. He took almost a full minute to regain
his composure.

But that can’t be right. It’s just a dream. Shouldn’t he
be feeding me his monstrous erection by now?
“Why?”

He blinked until he could focus on her face, particularly
her lips. “Why, what?”

He moved the velvety soft head of his cock along her lips
and her cheek. She had to concentrate to remember her question.

“Why no blindfold? Doesn’t all kinky sex need to have a
blindfold?”

“Open your mouth, suck the head in.”

She did as he told her, wondering why taking orders from her
dream guy made her pussy throb and wetness coat her labia.

“Kinky sex doesn’t need a blindfold, especially when I want
you to know exactly whose cock you’re choking on.”

He forced his cock farther in her mouth and she willingly
opened her lips and jaw to accommodate him. She clasped her fingers together
behind her, since she couldn’t reach for him like she wanted to.

Shallow thrusts along her tongue whetted her appetite for
more. Sucking cock hadn’t ever been like that. So…intense and delicious.

“Lick under the head. Love it with your tongue, my little
slut.”

She did as he ordered, staring up at him the whole time, gauging
his reactions. His eyes changed to a stormy blue—dark, dangerous. She couldn’t
have looked away even if an angel had come down and commanded it.

“Take a deep breath.”

She followed what he told her to do as if her life depended
on it.

He fed his cock past her teeth until the head touched the
back of her throat.

She gagged when he pulled it out, sucking him as he moved
away, not wanting him to take it from her.

“Good girl. Muy bueno, pétalo de rosa. Joder, la boca
es
la perfección
.”

Perfection. Whatever else he said, he
thought something was perfect and she wanted him to continue thinking it. She
smiled as he thrust past her teeth again, wondering why in the world he spoke
Spanish in her dream and why she still couldn’t understand it.

All other rational thought ceased as he forced his cock into
her throat again.

Any time before she would have told anyone choking on cock
wasn’t attractive. It was gross or dirty.

Well it was definitely dirty…but in the best way possible,
especially every time she did it he cursed, his cock twitching at the entrance
to her throat. His hand clenched even tighter in her hair, holding her steady
so she did exactly what he wanted.

Nothing more, nothing less.

She was an object to him. A means to an end. And she wanted
nothing more than that. He fucked her mouth and before she wanted it to end he
blew his load down her throat.

“Swallow every damn drop. Fuck—” He pumped his hips, driving
his cock farther into her throat, making her eyes water.

He tasted like candy, like the finest wine, she got drunk on
his seed, licking her lips when he pulled free.

She got totally cock drunk giving him head, which had never
happened before. She’d also never been shown exactly what a guy wanted before
either. What to do, how fast to do it, how much teeth to use and how much
saliva? Nico took the guesswork out and made her enjoy it even more than she
thought possible. She’d always enjoyed sucking cock, but sucking his cock?
Mmmm…

She sighed and smiled. She stared at him, trying to keep him
in focus as he released her hair, tugging up his sweatpants.

“So what makes sex kinky, if it’s not a blindfold?” she
asked when she got her brain to kick back on. Trying not to float off into la-la
land took some serious concentration.

“Me.”

He didn’t state it arrogantly. Quite the opposite, it was
just a matter-of-fact admission on his part as he un-cuffed her wrists. It
turned her on something hard-core, being handled like that. But sadness quickly
followed…from him.

Somehow she could feel his emotions for several unguarded
moments. Loneliness bled from him for a second and then it was gone.

He massaged her wrists, working to get blood to flow through
them again. She closed her eyes, about to drift off to sleep again or whatever
it is people do in a dream. She eeked when he moved her diagonally in bed,
cuffing her wrists to one of the bed posts.

“I’m not done with you yet,
mi chica mala
.”

He shoved her tank up over her tits, latching onto them one
at a time as if he thought they were manna from the gods. “I knew you didn’t
have a bra on. Hot damn, you’ve got pretty tits, Rose Petal.” He licked her
breasts, biting, nipping her flesh and sensitive nipples until she rubbed her
thighs together, trying desperately to get enough friction to get off.

He tugged off her stretchy yoga pants, forcing her legs wide
and making her whimper. Cool air rushed over her bare pussy.

“Your pussy’s drenched.” He did a slip and slide through her
juice, circling her clit, relishing the fact she had no control over her body.
“Fucking sexy.”

Her hips twitched each time his thumb grazed the
ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. She sucked in a
sharp inhale as he ran his fingers along the lips of her sex, tucking two
digits at the entrance to her core.

“Did you shave your pussy just for me tonight? Did you
secretly want to meet me and do more than just chat?”

“Waxed,” she stuttered out. “I’m glad I did it for us both.
Who knew I’d get so much use out of it in my dream?”

He filled her, stretching her and she tugged against the
metal restraints keeping her wrists in place.

“I’ve wanted to be inside your head as well as your pretty
pussy as soon as I met you earlier today.”

Rose had to concentrate with the sensations swirling all
inside her. “Was that only today? I’ve only known you for less than a day?”

“Doesn’t seem possible, huh? I’m glad you fell asleep on the
phone, Rose. I wanted to come to see you. It’s almost as good as the real
thing.”

His words were punctuated by sincerity, but the seriousness
of his voice seemed over the top. “It’s just a dream right?” No more butter
pecan ice cream for her so late.

“Of course it is. Enjoy yourself. Let go. You don’t have to
do anything but feel.”

With his suggestion to let everything else go, her body
relaxed into his touch. He thrust two fingers in, then three, filling her slick
sex.

“I wanna see you come.” With his wish hanging between them
he pulled apart her lips, exposing her clit while he leaned down, flicking her
clit with his tongue. “Don’t take your eyes off me.”

As if I could?

She panted out a plea. “I’m so close, Nico. It’s right there.
Please make me come. Please.” She’d never ask for what she wanted in real life.
She’d be mortified a lover would think her request odd. But not in her dream.
She could beg for what she needed and he’d think she was the sexiest woman in
the world.

“Come for me, pretty girl. I want you to scream,
niña
bonita
.”

He didn’t ask for permission, he commanded
her to do what he wanted.

And his accent? Damn.

But none of that threw her over the edge.
His eyes. That’s what did it.

His ocean blue irises locked with hers as
she strained to get closer to his tongue. He latched onto her clit
,
sucking it into his mouth, and he bit down just as he pumped his fingers inside
her channel, finding her G-spot.

She screamed his name, keeping her eyes open as long as she
could. As her core latched onto him, gravity bested her and it became too great
a fight. Darkness claimed her vision but colors flashed through her limbs as
she came for him. Sensation shot up her spine and through her legs, curling her
toes. “Please, please…” she begged with nothing coherent to follow it.

Whether she asked for more or less, she didn’t know. All she
knew was that she needed him as if he held her last breath of fresh air.

He continued to flick her clit with his tongue, ramping up
her pleasure again. He filled her slippery channel and added another finger. It
was too much and she opened her mouth to tell him to stop, that she couldn’t
take it, but she screamed for him as he made her come again.

She bucked against the bed, arching off the mattress, then
he trapped one of her nipples between his first finger and thumb and pinched it
hard.

Preparing to scream…she sat straight up in bed.

She opened her eyes, then slammed them shut again. Sunlight
streamed through the window. She peeked again, her heart pounding as if she
were still in the middle of her second or third orgasm. She kicked at the
covers, searching for Nico.

“Ouch,” she groaned when her foot connected with the corner
of her laptop, which sat at the corner of the bed, exactly where she left it the
night before.

A “meow” startled her and she grabbed the covers, hugging
them close. She still had on her yoga pants and tank top.

Miss Priss sat on her haunches on the second pillow beside
her, eyebrows turned down and her head tilting this way and that, as if looking
at her from a different angle would help her figure out what in the hell
happened.

Giggles exploded past her lips as she flopped back on her
pillow. She reached over to pet the cat, who took it as an open invitation to
climb on her stomach and get comfy so she could go back to sleep.

While she petted the cat she tried to rationally take stock
of what happened.

A dream hadn’t ever felt more real. The lips of her pussy
were wet and her core twitched every once in a while like it did after she came.
Tiny tremors still raced along her arms and legs, making her attempts to pet
the cat haphazard at best. There were no marks on her wrists from where the
cuffs surely would have dug into her skin, but the taste of cock lingered on
her taste buds.

Maybe she shouldn’t talk to him anymore…

Biggest lie she’d ever tried to tell herself because she was
well and truly addicted if video chatting with him for just a few hours could
produce dreams as sexy as the one she just had.

She grabbed her phone to message him. Half past seven was
early for a lot of people but she couldn’t help herself.
“Hi,”
she
texted, still too groggy to come up with anything better to say before she’d
had her coffee.

She laid the phone on her chest and held it close, waiting.
Less than a minute later he responded. The noise and vibration of the text
message made her pussy wetter.

“Good morning, gorgeous. Sorry I kept you up so late last
night. I just didn’t want to say goodbye.”

A blush stained her cheeks.
“Did I fall asleep while we
were talking?”

“Yes. You were so cute. Did you sleep well?”

She sent back nothing short of the truth.
“Better than I
have in months. I could definitely use a few more nights like that.”

Waiting, waiting—

“Ditto.”