Nico's Cruse (5 page)

A bad boy did have a bit of appeal, which she’d never
understood…not until Nico.

“So let’s see it,” she prompted.

He raised an eyebrow at her and she laughed.

“Not your dick, unless you’d like to show it to me. I won’t
say no.”

He smiled, reaching for the piece of paper he’d obviously
forgotten he’d bargained with. “Slut.”

She opened her mouth to call him something derogatory but he
chose that moment to flip the paper toward the screen and her mind went
completely blank.

A sketch of her… Well not her, but the dream her, or at
least what she thought she probably looked like. Her face stared out of the
page, up at him as she would have from her side on the bed. His fist gripping
her hair, her mouth opened barely taking the head of his cock.

“No blindfold,” she whispered.

“Hell no. You watching me would be much sexier.”

Nothing but a squeak came out in answer. “How?”

“How what?” He set the paper aside, which didn’t matter
because she didn’t need it anymore. It was burned into her mind. An image of
what it would have been like from his vantage point, kneeling beside her on the
bed.

“I had a dream, too.”

She blinked focusing on him again, instead of seeing the sex
kitten her on his piece of paper. “You did?”

“Hot as hell. Talk about a wet dream. I had to do an extra
load of laundry today because of you.”

Sexiest compliment someone had ever given to her. “So sorry.
Anything I can do to make it up to you? I hate to have caused any hardship for
you.”

He pursed his lips, thinking hard, and trapped his chin with
the fingers on one hand, giving it some serious thought.

The sparkle of something wicked flashed across his eyes a
second before he refocused on her. “I do believe there is something you could do
for me. To make up for my stress and added utility bills.”

“Oh, Lord. With a look like that on your face I almost hate
to ask, but…what can I do to ease the suffering of your poor soul?”

“I want you to flip the lights off in the bedroom, then get
under the covers, strip off all of your clothes and drop them beside the bed.
When you’re comfy I want you to put the laptop at your feet so I can see you,
and below the comforter I want you to fuck yourself with the dildo you just
sucked until you come for me. I need to see you come and all I’ll be able to
see is your face. I bet you’re even more beautiful when you come.”

“But when I masturbate at night it’s normally the last thing
I do before I fall asleep.” Was she protesting? No. Even the tiniest bit
offended by his request to jill for him during a video chat? Absolutely not.
Her pussy was already saying
thank you
and
yes please
and
why
aren’t you naked yet
?

“Would falling asleep at the end and having another dream
about me be the worst thing that could happen? Would it be so bad?”

He asked so seriously she took it as more than just witty
banter between them and gave him an honest answer whether he truly sought one
or not. “Not even close. I’d love to dream about you again. It just makes me
want to see you more though. That’s the only issue.”

“I see it as a plus; wanting to see me in real life
definitely doesn’t hurt my feelings.”

“Well then, if you put it that way. No moustaches on my
picture if I conk out. Deal?”

He grabbed his laptop and made his way into bed, shutting
off lights as he went. He rearranged his cock before he got into bed and Rose’s
mouth watered.

Nerves traipsed over her confidence after she turned off the
lights and crawled under her comforter.

“Don’t stall, don’t talk yourself out of it, don’t worry,
leave everything up to me. All you need to do is follow my commands. I’ll take
care of the rest.”

“Yes Sir,” whispered past her lips as she stripped off her
clothes, pushing them out beside the bed. She put the screen at the end of the
bed, facing her head and she held the covers to her chest while she adjusted
everything, grabbing the dildo before she settled against the pillows behind
her.

She placed the soles of her feet together, bringing them
close to her pussy, spreading her wide to do what he wanted of her.

“I love that you’re up to play games with me, Rose. It’s
very sexy.” He placed the laptop on his chest and adjusted it. She wondered if
he wanted to be as close as he possibly could to what she willingly did for him
or if he just didn’t want the weight on his cock.

She smiled, hoping it was a little bit of both.

“Roll the head of the dildo along your slit, twisting it as
you go, so it’s good and wet. You are wet for me aren’t you, Rose Petal?”

She followed his instructions, moaning when it hit a rather
sensitive spot along her pussy. “I’m extremely wet for you.”

“Prove it. Fuck the fake dick into your pussy five times and
then show me how much pussy juice is on it.”

Pushing the head of the fake cock into her sex should have
taken her a while to accomplish. She would normally need all kinds of lead up
and foreplay if it were anything like other lovers but it wasn’t the case with
Nico. She should have known the smooth head would have slipped right in,
grazing that rough spot right inside her pussy where it hid her G-spot. Pushing
the dildo in it slid along all of her moisture until her fingertips touched the
lips of her sex. She pushed it in and drew it out five times just as he
requested. On the last stroke she withdrew it completely, holding up the covers
away from her body so she could pull out the dildo to show him.

“You are a dirty slut aren’t you? Wet as fuck just for me?
Because I told you to fuck yourself so I could see you come?”

“Yes, just for you. I’d never do this for anyone else.” The
truth in the statement nearly bowled her over and gladness welled up inside her
that she was already lying down.

“Fuck yourself and play with your pretty clit. I want to
watch you come for me. Ask permission first before you come.” He raised his
eyebrow at her again. “Do you understand? You do not come without permission
from me.”

The dildo filled her pussy again and her eyelids were heavy
as she answered. “Yes, I hear you. I’ll ask permission to come.” Stating it out
loud made her pussy grow wetter and wetter until the dildo slid in and out with
ease. Totally different than normally needing a gallon of lube to get it in to
start with.

Little mewls of pleasure eeked out of her lips and he
grunted in pleasure at each one of them. She continued fucking her wet pussy
with one hand, sliding her fingers around in the wetness he’d created, stroking
her clit roughly with the very tips. Not because she normally did it that way
but he’d done it in the dream for her. It’s what she craved now. A firmer
touch, a dominant touch, pushing her higher than she ever thought she could go
on her own.

“Mmm…I’m close. It normally takes me forever to come, Nico.
But with you, I’m almost already there.”

“No holding back from me, Rose. I want to hear it. Give me
what I want, pretty girl.”

Hearing the pleasure in his voice, how approval dripped from
every word he spoke pushed her right to the edge, but not over. For a second
her fingers faltered, wondering what was missing. Her eyelids shot open, even
when she didn’t remember closing them, and she locked on Nico’s eyes. “Can I
come? Please, Nico, can I come?”

“Hell yes. Come for me. For me.”

She arched before he finished giving her permission. Her
mouth opened on a pant and she groaned out a gasp, strumming her clit in tight
circles.

The orgasm ignited deep in her pussy, tossing her high,
suspending her body in molten pleasure she didn’t know existed from her own
hand. Heat spread through her torso and her heart beat against her ribs clawing
for freedom from her mortal body. Sensation that intense was almost too much to
contain.

It needed freedom and escaped her body in a moan. She tried
to trap it behind clenched teeth as her pussy spasmed around the cyber-skinned
cock but the sound filled the room all around her, traveling through the chat
screen over to Nico.

She tried to lift her lids to see him. She wanted to watch
him, to thank him, to beg him to come to her, but sleep called to her.

It sucked her under even as she rubbed her clit to gain
every morsel of delicious pleasure from her first orgasm with him. At least the
first real one.

“Mmm,” she said as she moved her head against the pillow.

“I’ll see you in your dreams, Rose Petal.”

The last thing she remembered thinking before sleep won the
battle was, “Yes, please.” Her arms went limp with the dildo still lodged in
her pussy and wetness coating her thighs.

A smile tugged up the corners of her lips when she felt the
bed move, just like she’d felt the night before when he climbed through the
screen to get to her.

“Nico,” filled the room as she called to him in her dream.

Her dream man moved the covers aside, settling between her
thighs. He pulled the dildo from her pussy, tossing it off the bed in the
direction her clothes had gone earlier.

A much larger cock filled her pussy in one heavy thrust. She
clawed at his shoulders trying to get closer. She wrapped her feet around the
backs of his thighs.

He trapped her with his weight as he grabbed her wrists,
trapping them in his large fist over her head. “Look at me,” he ordered as he
pumped heavily inside her clenching channel.

Her sluggish eyelids slowly opened even though she tried to
get them to hurry.

His dark eyes called to something inside her she never knew
existed.

“You still have to ask permission, understand?”

She nodded, swallowing past her dry throat.

“I want to hear you say it. I want to hear it in your voice
while I’m balls-deep inside your pretty snatch.” With his second hand he dug
beneath her lower back, tilting her pelvis in such a way the head of his cock
tapped some magical spot deep inside her pussy, kicking her arousal into high
alert once again. “Like that don’t you?”

She nodded, twitching her pelvis on each of his thrusts,
making her clit scrape against the base of his cock each time he filled her.

He shafted her harder, twisting his hips at the apex of each
thrust, then leaned in close sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. He bit
down and that tiny shard of pain threw her over the edge.

“Can I come, Sir? Oh God, please, please, please, I can’t
stop it, please?”

“Come, little slut. Come on my cock.” He sucked her nipple
back in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.

“Yes,” she screamed as her orgasm shot up her spine, tapping
her brain into rapturous bliss she didn’t know existed.

He fucked her through her orgasm, shafting her hard on every
wave of sensation tickling her nerves with delight and beauty.

Grunting from low in his belly started a few seconds later
and he shoved his cock so far inside her she felt every inch of it clear to her
womb.

He spilled his seed into a condom. She didn’t know why he
needed it since it was only a dream. Being fluid bonded to him made her ache
with renewed need. He lapped at her nipples while he fucked them both through
an amazing orgasm. He shafted her for several more strokes and she continued
moving with him, not wanting the sensations to end. His hips slowed and he
buried himself deep, rolling onto his side taking her with him, pulling her
close to his side.

“Sleep,” he ordered. “I want you again before you wake and
you need your strength if you’re going to handle me for the rest of the week.”

Several statements made no sense to her, but she was too
blissed out and satisfied to tackle any of them in her dream, so she snuggled
in close and followed her dream man’s order.

Sleeping next to him, even just in a dream…it was more than
she even knew she should be looking for.

A leather cuff snapping into place around one of her wrists
woke her. Well…kind of woke her because she must have still been dreaming. Nico
straddled her waist, keeping most of his weight off her. She blinked, trying to
clear the sleep from her eyes as he trapped her second wrist, snapping it into
the second cuff attached to the first one.

“I like dreaming of you,” she admitted to her dream Nico.

He stopped for a second, leaning in close until the distance
separating them couldn’t have been more than a breath of air between them. “I
want to take you to my place so bad it’s about to drive me insane.” He kissed
her slowly, leisurely, leaving them both breathless when he paused.

“Why don’t you? It’s a dream. We can go there now.” She
smiled, tickled with herself. “I’ll be gone in the morning anyways.” It didn’t
have the desired comedic relief though because he didn’t laugh.

Instead, his eyebrows dipped in deep thought. “I wonder if
it would work. I’ve never tried before.” He searched her face, studying her for
something she couldn’t understand. “I want to with you though. Giving you up
doesn’t feel right. Something in the pit of my stomach turns over every time I
even contemplate it. Why is that?”

“I don’t know,” seemed like a pretty safe answer so she went
with it.

He kissed her again, seducing her senses, teasing her mouth
open with his tongue so he could taste her. Abruptly he hopped out of bed, hauling
her with him by her trapped wrists.

She stared up at him, thrusting her tits out, capturing his
full attention. “You have me here, what’s going to become of me?” One step
closer put her body flush next to his, minus her hands trapped between them.

“Watch and see,
niña bonita
.”

He hauled her forward, raising her arms above her head,
stretching them upward. He snapped them into something hanging from her
ceiling, as if he’d installed some kind of hard point in one of the joists in
her bedroom ceiling. Right in the middle of the open space in her room, some
type of hook that definitely wasn’t installed in real life.

Damn her dreams just kept getting better and better.

He tightened the chain and carabiner down until almost all
of her weight was held up by the cuffs around her wrists. Only the barest
amount of her stood perched on the tips of her toes.

“What are you—” Cloth covered her eyes and she couldn’t help
but laugh. “I thought you said a blindfold wasn’t required to be kinky.”

He slapped her ass…hard, making her gasp. Heat spread from
where he’d smacked her flesh, traveling straight to her clit, and the puckered
rosette of her ass. She didn’t fight it like she would in real life. She didn’t
protest and ask him to stop. Words failed her anyway when he swatted the other
cheek, leaving heat in his wake.

“They aren’t required any of the time but they can be fun so
you don’t know what’s coming.” He reached between her thighs, fingering her
slick pussy, fucking her sex with a near blissful depth and ample thickness. “I
like keeping you off balance, making you guess what the next thing is I’m going
to do, then doing the opposite.” His fingers pumped inside her for several more
strokes and then they were gone.

He moved around her, beside her, trailing her wetness along
her skin, then he took away that touch as well.

For a minute she stood there, trying to catch her breath,
then realized he was gone. She couldn’t hear him even turning her head
different directions she couldn’t hear him at all. He could have been right
behind her or he could have left the room. She bit her bottom lip to keep from
calling out to him. She knew he wouldn’t leave her somewhere she could be hurt
and she breathed deeply knowing she was in good hands.

“Very, very good, Rose. You trust me even when you’re
completely vulnerable. Why?”

Silence stretched between then, but he walked around in
front of her and she finally accepted he wasn’t going to say anything else.
“Why, what?”

“Why do you trust me? We don’t know each other.”

She swallowed trying to calm her racing heart. Having such a
deep conversation in a dream was nearly as disconcerting as having it in real
life she discovered. “Somehow I do…know you I mean. I know the taste of your
lips, the feel of your touch on my skin, every sensation as you stretch my
pussy while you fill me with your cock. I know what your laugh sounds like when
you mean it and when you just think you’re supposed to laugh at something.”

He brushed a hair off her cheek and she leaned into his
touch.

“I know the difference between silence when you want to be
heard and just plain silence. I don’t understand why or how but I do. It
doesn’t make a lot of sense does it? But it is what it is.”

He continued palming the side of her face, rubbing her cheek
with the pad of his thumb. He stayed quiet so long she wondered if she’d
overstepped some imaginary line she didn’t know existed. She received her
answer when he spoke.

“I know the shade of your golden brown eyes, even with a
blindfold covering them. How you wrinkle your nose when I say something you
don’t agree with. How your skin on your chest flushes when you’re on the verge
of coming. There are a lot of things I know about you just by paying attention
to you but it’s more than that.” He moved up one of her legs flush to his hip.
He touched a raised scar on her knee. “But I don’t know how you got this and I
want to know.” He palmed one of her ass cheeks, smacking it hard before hiking
up her other leg, helping her cross her ankles behind his back, spreading her
pussy wide for the head of his dick to find her entrance wet, and inviting.

“Mmm,” she whimpered as he pushed in a tiny bit then took it
away.

“I don’t know what you sound like when you cry. I can’t
imagine what you look like right when you climb out of the shower.”

He pushed his thick cock in again, sliding in deeper as she
squeezed her legs, trying to take him farther in but he only allowed as much as
he wanted and nothing more.

“Favorite sexual position,” he gritted his teeth, fucking
her once all the way, then pulled out, fucking her slow and sexy, making her
grip the cuffs. She tried to gain more leverage, which he wouldn’t allow. “I
don’t know what it is or if you like them all.”

“More, Nico, I need more of you.”

“I want all of you, every inch. I want to know everything
about you, all the things you’ve never told anyone, I want to know those things
to. I’ve never wanted to know more. Sex has always been enough. More than
enough. Silence and fucking in your dreams is all I’ve ever needed. But with
you, it’s not, I need more from you.”

“You’ve got all of me, every inch.” Her pussy squeezed him
tight, making him curse before he swept in, claiming her lips just as he owned
her cunt, filling it completely with each frenzied stroke.

“I want more, Rose. I want it all. Give me what I want.” He
squeezed her ass, yanking her to him on every stroke, maintaining a rhythm she
couldn’t keep her sanity through. He shoved his thumb between them, rubbing her
hard clit, making her twitch and beg.

“I need to come, Nico. Your hands on me, they’re so sexy.
They make me feel like the most beautiful woman alive.”

“You’re prettier than any woman I’ve ever seen. You’re
radiant, gorgeous inside and out.”

He sounded so sincere she almost believed him. “Kiss me,”
she pleaded. “Just one kiss and I’ll come for you…only for you, my Nico.”

“Mine,” he growled as his lips descended upon hers.

He fucked her hard, filling her, using her body as a
counterweight to his movements. It was as if she were fucking him too, even
though she couldn’t touch him. She had just enough leverage using the chain
holding her up and the grip she had around his lean waist.

She moaned into his mouth as he kissed the orgasm out of
her. She hadn’t asked permission but only because he’d already given it to her.
Making him proud was all she cared about as she came on his cock. Doing what he
needed to be happy, in that instance she regretted it only being a dream. For
the first time she really wanted it to be real.

She pulled her mouth away, throwing her head back on a gasp
as he pinched her clit hard, then grabbed two handfuls of her ass and
pile-drived into her pussy as if he’d never see her again.

“Your pussy keeps kissing the head of my cock. Damn it’s
fucking hot. I’d love to take you bare, just once. I’d love to know what every
inch of your sexy cunt feels like when you come.”

Words alone triggered another set of fireworks to ignite
deep inside her. She twitched and moaned as he filled her. He shafted her
perfectly until his orgasm took over, stealing his muscle control. It turned
him into nothing but a man coming inside his woman.

“I can feel you coming,” she whispered as he leaned close,
kissing her hard between an inhale and an exhale.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.”

He slowed, squeezing her ass, holding her close, lifting her
wrists free from what had held her up so perfectly for him. He slipped the
blindfold free but she kept her eyes closed, so lost in the moment she didn’t
want to lose it. The closeness seemed connected to the darkness somehow, so she
went with it, not caring to overthink or question it.

He laid her in bed, unhooked her feet around his waist, then
slipped free of her drenched sex. “Be right back,” he whispered.

She lay there with her legs spread, naked in more ways than
one, and her cuffed wrists sitting on her ribs. Water running didn’t make a
dent in her consciousness. When he returned and slipped the leather from around
her wrists, freeing them, she only smiled.

Her brain finally kicked on a bit more when he climbed into
bed next to her, pulling her close.

“Bicycle accident at the ripe old age of twelve.”

“Huh?” he asked, clearly perplexed.

“The scar on my knee you wanted to know about.” She bent her
knee, tracing her scar. “I may have been a bit of a tattletale when I was
younger, especially with my best friend’s older brother and some of his
friends. Pretty sure it was my first attempt at flirting but I was too young to
know it. I pushed my luck one day and they chased me on their bikes when they
figured out I ratted them out for getting up on a neighbor’s roof.” She turned
toward him, snuggling in close to his side, closing her eyes. She tried to
smother a yawn but it didn’t help. “I hit the curb when I was almost to my
house and fell. Scraped my knee pretty good. Probably should have had stitches
but didn’t, thus the scar.”

Nico covered them with her comforter he must have pulled out
of thin air. He hugged her close, running his fingertips up and down her spine.
“You’re a bit unexpected, Rose Petal.”

She liked the sound of that and relaxed into his side. She almost
drifted off to sleep and shook herself awake, checking to make sure he was
still there.

He palmed her cheek as soon as she looked up at him. “I’m
still here.”

“But are you going to be here when I wake up tomorrow?” She
traced his pecs, following each dip and curve of his muscled body.

“No. It’s only a dream.”

She glanced up at him again but he’d shut his eyes, blocking
her out. But she could have sworn sadness rolled off him. Loneliness may have
fit it better. What a strange emotion to feel coming from him. The rest of the
dream had been so wonderful. It had been perfect.

“Maybe if I cuff you to the bed you’ll still be here.” She
tried to get up but he chuckled, pulling her down next to him again.

He threw a leg over her to keep her in place but his laughter
had lightened the mood. “I don’t know what to do with you.”

On the verge of unconsciousness she kissed his chest. “Love
me, It’s all I need you to do.”

He stiffened but she didn’t care. It was her dream and she
could tell him exactly what she needed if he wasn’t actually there to listen.
She didn’t have to worry about him freaking out and leaving because that didn’t
happen in dreams.

“I don’t want it to end tonight. I don’t want you to leave.”
She yawned.

As she drifted off, Nico whispered into her hair, “For the
first time, I don’t either.”

Sun filtered in her windows the next morning through the
gauzy curtains she had covering the windows. She rolled over, knowing he wasn’t
there, nor had he ever been, but…she rolled out of a wet spot where her pussy
had leaked onto her bottom sheet. She was never that wet, not ever, even after
great sex. Well she’d never really had great sex, minus the dream sex she’d had
with Nico.

She glanced over, noticing an indentation in his—

Not his, in her second pillow.

She rolled over onto it, swearing she could still smell the
faint scent of damn sexy cologne which would have smelled amazing on him. Like
sex and orgasms and the beach, all wrapped into one yummy scent. If she could
bottle it she’d make millions. Dark and sexy and virile and mmm…damn sexy. She
ran her fingertips over the pillow, catching sight of red marks on her wrist.

“What the hell?” Cuff marks circled her wrist. She rolled
back over, halfway sitting up, focusing on her ceiling where she knew it had
been completely smooth when she’d been chatting with him the night before.

There wasn’t a hard point, a hook or any chain where he’d
fucked her in her dream that night but the ceiling definitely looked a bit
different where the hard point had been.

Or hadn’t been?

She flopped back down in bed, closing her eyes, her pussy
clenching on nothing when she remembered all the deliciously depraved things
she’d done with Nico in her dream the night before.

It’s not real. He wasn’t here.

Two questions popped into her head one right after the
other.

“Am I losing my mind?”

“Do I really care?”