Nico's Cruse

by Jennifer Kacey

  After sitting in front of the screen again she grabbed her phone and set the timer to one minute, avoiding making eye contact since she was more than a little bit embarrassed. “Ready?”

  “More than I care to admit, gorgeous. Whenever you care to begin—trust me, you have my full attention.”

  Sucking cock’s not that hard to do. It begins with a simple lick, then suck it backward until the head pops out. Not real hard at all.

  Until there’s an audience miles away staring across the screen, watching every move made on a fake dick. Giving a blowjob is truly meant to be a contact sport. Feeding off the energy of the other participant is what makes it good or great.

  Rose realized, as she stared at the start button on her phone, the energy from Nico bled through the screen. She wanted to give the best blowjob of her life, but she only had a minute to do it, and he’d never feel a thing.

  “I love how serious you’re taking the challenge, I’ve never been so hard knowing I’m not getting a blowjob.”

  What came over her, she didn’t know, but she glanced at the screen, watching him beneath her lashes. She let her jaw relax and she licked the fake cock like it came from Nico’s groin, even flicked her tongue under the head, curling her tongue as she licked off the tip.

  He leaned forward as if he wanted to crawl right through the screen. If only he could. He gripped the side of his laptop, holding it or himself steady. She’d never felt sexier seeing his jaw tighten along with his pectoral muscles as he clenched onto the screen.

  She wanted to say something, to ask a profound question but in that instance silence was golden. It upped the tension between them and her pussy answered by clenching, her clit humming with arousal as she hit the timer button on the countdown app.

  She licked around the head getting it wet for her and she gripped the base with the hand farthest away from him. On the side closest to him she barely laid her fingers against the smooth surface of the shaft, caressing it, loving it just like she wanted to do to him.

  “You’re so fucking sexy.”

  The dildo slid into her mouth past her lips, her teeth, and along her tongue until it traveled far enough to trigger her gag reflex. The dream from the night before flashed across her taste buds. The way he’d fisted her hair, trapping her in place to take his cock, and she slid the dildo into her throat, gagging on it just how she’d done it in her dream. Just as he wanted her to take it for him then and for his challenge she did her best to make him proud.

  A beeping noise barely registered to her sluggish brain but she remembered he wanted her to remove it slowly from her mouth.

  “Just like that, Rose. Grip the shaft. Squeeze it for me. Show me how much you want my dick in your mouth right now.”

  Her fingers closed around the length of the dildo and she squeezed it hard, wanting nothing more than to be sucking his cock instead of the fake one in her mouth.

  Her toes curled when his groan filtered across the internet to her and her answering moan made her pussy even wetter, if such a thing were possible.

  Never had she been so turned on during non-sex. Hell, never had she been so horny during sex with anyone other than him. Well, his dream him.

  Drool accumulated along the shaft and she licked it up, wanting his semen from the night before…in the dream.

  She finally stopped, swallowed, twitching up her spine with need, sprawled out across the bed and her forehead flopped on the mattress as she tried to collect herself. “Was it what you wanted? Did you like it?”

  “I’m so damn hard right now I could use my junk as a giant kickstand.”

  It took every ounce of strength she could muster to run her fingers through her hair and pick her head up. She set the dildo beside her screen and noticed her phone. The beeping she heard must have come from it. From the alarm. Funny how time didn’t matter at all once she got started.

  Nico watched her with the laser focus she’d always wanted from a man she was so attracted to. She’d always felt like a bystander at dating, never really in the middle of it. Maybe it was because she hadn’t dated the right guys when she was younger. That made sense as to why she’d always wanted to just go to the library or a play or opera.

  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.”
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  “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.

  Chapter Five

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nbsp; 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.