Nick nodded absently, his mind still on the fact that he was going to turn into a vibrating rubber duck.
Chapter Five
Tally walked up to her door and saw the package lying on the steps. Strange. She’d gone out for her nightly walk and didn’t remember seeing it before she left. She picked up the box and went inside. It didn’t have a mail stamp but there were official markings on it, like a delivery service had brought it by. She glanced at the clock and saw it was almost ten. Must be an after-hours delivery.
Curious, she set down her water bottle and carefully opened the package. The box inside had a familiar logo. It took her a moment to recognize it. There was a store on Fifth with that logo—a sex toy store. Tally had never been inside, preferring to do her sex toy shopping online.
Who would be sending her something from that store? Richard? Not likely.
She flipped the box open.
For a woman who needs to have fun.
Nick
Her breath exited her lungs in a rush. Nick had bought her a vibrator? She snagged her lower lip between her teeth and lifted the duck out of the box. He’d sent her a sex toy. A fun sex toy. She laughed. It was the kind of thing one of her girlfriends would send her—except Nick had sent it. Nick, the man who had starred in her most lurid fantasies.
She turned the duck around in her hands. It was warm to the touch as if it was alive. She glanced at the clock. It was late enough and it had been awhile since she’d pulled out her vibrator. Her pussy tingled with anticipation. Strange how the lack of good sex made her not want sex at all—but one night of really good fucking and it was all she could think of.
Tally walked upstairs and tossed the ducky on the bed. The box said it was waterproof but she couldn’t bring herself to carry it into the shower with her. Weird pictures of her being electrocuted in the bathtub by her rubber ducky vibrator made her wince. She would never be able to explain that to her parents.
She rushed through her shower, feeling the urge to get back to her ducky. She laughed as she rinsed the conditioner out of her hair. She hadn’t been this excited to go to bed since…well, since last night with Richard. Maybe I’m just suddenly sex crazed. She considered the idea as she dried off. It actually comforted her. That could explain why Richard seemed so phenomenal last night when every other night he’d been mediocre.
She grabbed a cotton nightgown from her dresser, resisting the urge to wear one of the lace negligees that lay at the bottom of her drawer. She was not dressing up for her vibrator.
She crawled into bed and picked up the rubber ducky. Its bright blue eyes stared at her. Its dopey smile made her grin in response. It was like the little beast was as eager as she was. She quickly read through the instructions and precautions. It explained how to use its beak and tail as stimulators. Tally tossed the paper on the floor. She could figure it out for herself.
Knowing her body, she needed a kick before she turned on the vibrating ducky. She flipped the light off and lay on her back, forcing her thoughts to Richard—him moving over her, thrusting inside her. The memories from last night came sharp and clear but were soon crowded out by nights of blandness. She opened her eyes and took a deep breath. She would try a different fantasy. One that she knew would inspire her response.
Nick’s voice filled her head—hot and hungry. Begging to fuck her.
Let me have you. Let me inside this sweet cunt.
They were the words Richard had whispered last night but it was Nick speaking now. She arched her neck, feeling his mouth against her skin, sensing his presence. Her pussy wept in silent appreciation as she rolled the fantasy through her head. Taking a deep breath, she flipped the switch to turn on the vibrating duck. The little body began to shake, rocking her hand. She skimmed the beak across the inside of her thighs, long teasing patterns, drawing closer to her sex. She tickled her clit and pulled away, flicking the toy along her lower lips.
Let me have you. So delicious.
Her body reacted to the wicked words that echoed through her mind. The ducky’s beak grew slippery as she slid it around her sex. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Nick using it with her. Gliding it over her pussy. She rubbed it around her clit, pulsing it against the edge, feeling the delicious build.
That’s it. God, you’re beautiful. Come for me. Come on.
The voice commanded her response and she pressed the ducky low into her opening. The sharp vibration sent a smooth jolt into her system, triggering the clear, quick orgasm. Tally opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling, giggling as she rolled over, her body eased, her mind relaxed. She heard the soft thump of the ducky hitting the floor as she drifted off to sleep.
Nick felt his body explode, shedding the illusion of the little rubber toy. It was quick and slightly painful as he stretched and expanded. His mind slowly caught up with the transition, shaking off the film that covered it. He froze, crouched on the floor beside the bed, listening for screams or any sign that he’d been caught. The only sound was the slow, breathy sighs of Tally. Shaking off the disorientation of having his senses muffled for so long, he slowly stood and stared down at her sleeping form.
Long, sleek legs stretched out from beneath a rather plain white nightshirt. He took a deep breath. The scent of her cunt filled his head and he realized it was all over him, lingering remnants as the rubber duck. His cock hardened at the sight and smell of her. She’d used the toy—rubbed it across her pussy.
Lust locked him in place, holding him there when he knew he should be leaving. As if she sensed his presence, Tally’s eyes flickered and opened. She looked up at him and her lips curled into a sleepy smile. The instinct to escape ran through his body but he didn’t move. His gaze wandered down her body landing on the hidden V of her thighs, hoping for a glimpse of the secrets beneath the white cotton gown.
“You’re back.” Her dreamy voice sent a shockwave through Nick’s system. He nodded slowly, not wanting to startle her, wondering why she wasn’t screaming. The haze of sleep lingered in her eyes. She was partially asleep, probably thought she was dreaming. He just had to ease her back into the full sleep state then he could slip away and find the disk.
“I couldn’t stay away,” he said, accepting the truth in his words, deliberately keeping his voice low and soothing. Tell her to go back to sleep. Tell her to close her eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but she moved, rolling over and reaching out. Her fingertip connected with his thigh, inches away from his erection. So close. He held himself still, unsure of what she was planning and damn, if he didn’t want to find out.
She stroked her hand up, along his hip, across his stomach. He felt himself moving closer, allowing her full access. She didn’t touch his cock but she came close.
Sleep. Get her back to sleep.
“Uh, maybe you should close your eyes and rest for a bit,” he offered, realizing how lame the words sounded even as he said them. Damn, this woman affected more than his cock. She drove his brain to insipidness.
She laughed softly. “I’m already sleeping. Why would I want to close my eyes?” She pushed up onto her elbow and spread her fingers across his stomach muscles. “Yum. This is the best dream I’ve had in a while.” She slid her hand down, curling her fingers around his cock. “Okay, this is the best dream I’ve had ever. You’re so big and hard. Just like I imagined.”
Nick clenched his teeth together and inhaled sharply as she stroked him. He needed to pull back—and he would, in just a minute.
It’s just a dream. She thinks it’s a dream.
At least this time she doesn’t think she’s fucking her boyfriend.
Was this any better? She thought he was part of some wet dream, a fantasy. Funny, she hadn’t been surprised that it was Nick standing by her bedside—not Richard. This would be his chance to hear his name on her lips.
“Lift your nightgown for me, baby. Let me see you.”
Her eyes glowed in the pale light as she rested back and pulled the nightgown up, lifting her hips
to free it from below her backside. Nick grabbed the lower edge and helped her, pulling it over her head and tossing it over his shoulder.
“So beautiful.” He kept his voice soft, hoping to maintain the dream-like atmosphere for just a little longer. Just long enough that he could touch her again. “Have you dreamed about me?” She nodded. “Often?”
“Every night.”
Her sighed confession made his cock infinitely harder. Damn, he wanted to fuck her. Instead, he slid his hand between her legs and groaned when he encountered her moisture.
Tally pumped her hips up, unconsciously guiding the tip of his finger into her cunt. Nick couldn’t resist going just a little deeper. The warm, wet pussy clung to him, almost dragging him inside.
“Oh yes,” she groaned.
Oh, no, Nick thought. He had to get out of here before he did something really stupid.
“More,” she sighed. She reached between her legs and grabbed his wrist, holding him in place as she moved against him. His cock rose, eager to take the place of his finger sliding in and out of her. “Please, Nick, fuck me.”
Her words were like a hook dragging him forward. Even as his mind screamed that he was going to screw up the whole job—hell, his life—he couldn’t stop himself, climbing onto the bed, moving between her legs. She spread her thighs eagerly as he moved over her.
“Oh, God, yes.”
The warm scent of her arousal filled his head, making him dizzy with the need to taste her. He licked his lips, trying to capture her flavor from the air. He’d tasted her last night but it had been through the senses of another man. Nick wanted her for himself, wanted her flavor to linger on his tongue, in his memory. He crouched down, until his mouth hovered over her sex. With a quick flutter of his tongue, he teased her clit. His memories from last night told him where to stroke, how much pressure to apply. He circled the tight point, massaging the side until she cried out. His name. It was his name that was on her lips.
All logic, all sensibility told him to back off and disappear but the desire to hear her begging him, calling for him to come inside her was too much for him to control. He drew a long stroke up the length of her slit, teasing her flesh before returning and tasting, sucking on her sex lips, slipping the tip of his tongue into her opening. The now familiar sound of her gasp told him she liked the sensation. He applied pressure to the top of her entrance, rubbing the sensitive spot.
“Oh, wow, that’s nice.”
Very nice, he silently agreed. He reached between them and pushed two fingers into her pussy, stroking the inside as his mouth worked her clit. Licking and sucking, light strokes to carry her higher. The slow roll of her hips became sharp, erratic thrusts, as she sought the climax he held just out of her reach. The desire to feel her come pressed him on. He sucked her clit between his lips, strong and steady.
“Yes, oh, yes, that’s it, Nick. Right there.” Her body tightened—her knees closed around his head and her fingernails bit into his shoulder as she came.
He kept on her, easing her through another wave of orgasm. Her soft cries dragged him up—his body instinctually responding to their combined hunger. The need to have her controlled him.
Oh my God, this is the most incredible dream, Tally thought. Nothing had ever felt this good. He moved over her, holding his body above hers. She smiled up at him and stroked her finger along his cheek. “I didn’t know my fantasies were that good,” she giggled.
He turned his head and kissed her palm “My pleasure.”
“It was my pleasure but I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She smoothed her hand down his chest. It was just as she’d imagined—hard and strong, a faint trace of dark hair that clung to her fingers as she stroked him. “Will you come inside me? I’ve thought about it for days.” She trailed down his breastbone to the faint ripple of stomach muscles. “What it would feel like to have you inside me. Hard and deep.”
“Do you like to be fucked hard?” His voice was raspy and harsh and Tally smiled. She loved the fact that she could tempt him, make him hungry for her. Even if it was just a dream, she loved it.
“Sometimes.” She curled her hand around his cock and caressed his length. “I want to be taken and fucked, loved like you’re desperate to have me.”
“I am,” he groaned.
“Do you want to fuck me? Slide this huge cock into my pussy?” The words that fell from her mouth were more suited to a romance novel than real life but she didn’t care. She liked the way they sounded. Liked the way his eyes glowed when she said them. She pumped her hand up and down his erection. His jaw tightened and his chest rose and fell in fast, harsh breaths. He wanted her. “Please, Nick,” she begged, doing her best porn star imitation. “Come inside me.”
He groaned and the resistance seemed to flow out of him. He drew out of her grasp but didn’t move far. She tensed as he placed the thick head of his cock to her opening.
“Do you want this?” he demanded, teasing her with the first inch.
“Yes. Nick, I want you.” He hesitated then drove in, filling her in one hard thrust. Tally pressed up on her shoulders her body shuddering at the sharp invasion. There was a bright sparkle of pain but it was quickly overcome by the pure pleasure of having him inside her. This was what she wanted—what she dreamed of every night. He hesitated for a moment and Tally waited, fearing the dream was over. That she would be left hungry and aroused as she came awake.
He took a long breath and slowly pulled back, almost leaving her. The delicious pleasure was too much for her to lose. “No, please,” she begged, clutching at him.
“Oh, baby, I can’t leave you. Not now.”
Comforted by his assurance, she released her tight grip and rested back on the bed. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Let me move in you.”
His words drifted over her and she rolled her hips, widening her thighs. He seemed pleased with her actions and pulled her hips up, placing her backside high on his thighs, settling his cock even deeper.
“Oh, yes, baby. God, you feel so good.”
She chuckled softly. “You too.”
He smiled and she felt a zing inside her chest. It was the patented Nick smile—sexy and alluring. And wicked. There was something decidedly dangerous about him. As she watched him, heat built between them. He didn’t thrust, just held himself deep inside her, filling her, drawing her into him. She didn’t know how long they stayed—locked together—when he began to move. Slowly pulling out before driving in deep. She cried out and held on.
She moved her hips in subtle pulses, matching his heavier thrusts. He stroked her deep—finding that place that enticed the climax from inside her pussy. She gasped as the waves broke through, holding onto him, clinging as her world spun out of control.
Nick clenched his jaw and fought the urge to come. He wasn’t wearing a condom, hadn’t even thought about it. Hadn’t thought about anything but fucking her the way she wanted to be fucked. Hard and deep. Now that he was inside her and the sweet grip of her cunt held him, he realized he couldn’t come. He might, just might, be able to convince her this was a dream—but not if she woke up the next morning sticky with his cum.
The pleasure of being inside her, of hearing his name on her lips and feeling her pussy shimmer to climax was almost enough. Almost. No, it would have to be enough. Even though he couldn’t come, he couldn’t pull out of her just yet. He slowed his thrusts, needing more control.
“No, hard, you promised me hard.”
He laughed softly and leaned over, kissing her, nipping at her lower lip in sensual thanks for her demand. “And I’ve given you hard. You’ve come twice.” He slowly drew back, crushing his own groan.
“I want more.” She wrapped her legs around his back. “It’s my dream, I can have more.” She pumped herself against him, fucking him inside her in short, powerful thrusts. This time Nick couldn’t stop the moan. She was so sensual—so lost in her own pleasure.
“One more. Let me have one more,” she begged.
One
more, he vowed as he pulled back and began to move hard inside her. He kept his thrusts short and deep, rubbing her pussy far inside as he stroked her clit with his finger. Her eyes widened as the double caresses built within her body. She was open and exposed. There was no effort to hide her reactions. It was as if he could see inside her mind. He pulsed within, watching her eyes widen as the pressure grew in her cunt.
“That’s it, baby, come for me. Let me feel you come on my cock.”
Tally pumped against him, her body caught in the pull of the pleasure. Never before had she experienced anything like this. It’s a dream, it’s a dream. It didn’t matter. Need surged through her body and she moved with him, rocking her hips in sharp, fast strokes. Deep inside her—like someone had tickled her—the pressure released, fast and hard through her body. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down, clutching him as her body floated in the stratosphere.
He pulled his still hard cock from between her legs.
“You didn’t come,” she said, her words were blurred by the sensual exhaustion that dragged at her. She placed her hand against him. He was wet from being inside her, and slippery. She rubbed her hand along his shaft. Nick tensed as if her touch was painful but he didn’t move away. He moved forward, urging his cock into her palm. The tiredness seemed to fade from her body as she rolled to her side. She wanted to taste him. Bending over, she flicked the tip of her tongue across the thick head. The musky flavor of her own sex floated across her tongue. She wanted more—wanted to taste him. She opened her mouth—but he jerked back.
Disappointment and embarrassment battled for control in her brain as she looked up at him. He didn’t want her mouth on him?
“I’m sorry, baby, but tonight’s just for you,” he said. He leaned down and covered her mouth with his, pushing her back until she was flat on the bed and he was once again over her. “One day, I’m going to fuck that beautiful mouth.” He licked the corner of her lips. “But now I have to go.” He backed away. “Now close your eyes and sleep again. I’ll be back. Soon.”
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