Nico's Cruse (4 page)

Later that night she was distracted when they started
messaging. The entire day the dream plagued her, making it incredibly hard to
concentrate.

“
Can we video chat?”
Nico asked when she’d already
fumbled several messages.

“
Sure, since I can’t seem to type very well tonight.”

They went through the same process getting connected. She
gave him the new password and after a few seconds of software talking on both
ends, there he sat. A black T-shirt covered his amazing physique and who knew
what else below the waist.

“Hi, handsome,” she greeted as she adjusted her screen so he
could see her entire face. She’d left her hair down, hoping they would get to
chat again.

“Damn you are sexy, Rose.”

A few seconds passed and she giggled, thinking of him next
to her in her dream again. And his taste, yummy. The taste of his cock haunted
her all day while she tried to write. “Mmmm,” slipped out before she could stop
it.

“I have a feeling you’ve been doing that a lot tonight.”

Her cheeks grew warmer and she hoped he couldn’t tell she
was blushing.

“And a pretty blush. What may I ask is on your mind
tonight?”

Of course she couldn’t be lucky enough for him to overlook
it. “Umm…not really anything I care to talk about.”

“Might help.”

She laughed hard, and he smiled with her. “Not likely.”

“Try me.”

“I dreamt about you last night. It was…very nice.”

He stared across the internet at her. “What kind of dream?”

“Yeah…well…it was…a nice one.”

“Nice. Uh huh. Nice as in I changed your flat tire or nice
as in I pumped you full of cock until you couldn’t take anymore?”

She took a drink from a water bottle, trying to make sure
she could answer without moaning. “The ahh…option number two.”

He smiled, very pleased with himself and she should have
guessed he’d have that kind of reaction. She guessed anybody would be pretty
excited knowing someone had a wet dream about them. “Maybe we should try a date
in person and see how it goes. A dream is nice but in real life might be nice
too.”

“I’d love nothing better than drive to your place right now,
cuff you to a hard point in your ceiling and fuck you until you can’t remember
your own name. Unfortunately I can’t but I sure as hell hope you dream about me
again tonight. If you do, you have to promise to tell me about it. And I want
details Ms. Option Number Two.”

She couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit rejected again but he
didn’t give her long to think about it.

“So how’s the novel coming? Did you write on it today?”

“Sure did. Got another five thousand words written. It’s
coming along nicely.”

“When are you going to tell me about it?” He scratched his
chest and she momentarily lost her focus again.

“Umm… It’s gonna be a paranormal romantic suspense. Female
shifter novel actually based off an ancient story called
Swooning Shadow
.
I’ve been researching it for a while and I’m fascinated by it. It’s gonna be
sexy.”

“If you’re writing it, I’m sure it will be.”

His praise for something she did meant a lot more to her
than she expected. No one knew she spent her days working on a novel. Having
support from a virtual stranger made her sit a bit taller.

“Hey, tell me about the profile picture you posted. Looks
like you’re on a beach somewhere. Florida coast line if I had to take a guess.”

“It’s actually from a trip I took with my parents several
years before they passed away. They were both happy and healthy and it’s one of
my favorites.” She thought about the picture, toying with the ends of her hair.
“I must confess my hair’s a bit longer in that pic, as you can tell now. I got
it trimmed a couple times since then.”

“What? Someone who didn’t post exactly the right info on
their profile? I’m shocked and appalled at your audacity. Not. I don’t know
anyone who’s completely honest on their online profile. It’s almost like some
of them think they’re writing a resume for Batman and the other people who see
it will never figure it out. As if.”

She shook her head. “I have to confess I figured you were
way too good to be true and I almost didn’t respond to you because of it.”

He didn’t laugh like she expected him to. Instead he added,
“I’m not perfect. I’ve got a lot of baggage.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Hello…everybody’s got
baggage these days. Normally a whole luggage set.”

He stared out of the screen at her and the urge to reach
through and run her fingers through his hair nearly overwhelmed her. She
clasped her hands together in her lap to keep from making a fool out of
herself.

She blinked, focusing on him again.

“So, how do I stack up to my profile?” he wanted to know,
turning this way and that to give her something concrete to compare it to.

A flash of her sucking his cock and loving every freakin’
minute of it exploded across her frontal cortex. She cleared her throat, trying
to cover another moan. “You’re, uhh…quite adequate.”

His full laugh and beautiful half-smile warmed every inch of
her. His joy intoxicated her, like a drug she couldn’t get enough of, and she
counted each breath until she could get another fix.

They stayed up talking late again, until she confessed, “I
don’t want to fall asleep again while we chat. I’m sleepy but I’m not ready to
say good night yet.”

“Why are you worried you’ll conk out again?”

“I probably drooled last night. I bet you took a snapshot of
it, and drew horns and mustache on it. It’s probably on your Facebook page
right now.”

“What like this?” He reached for a piece of paper.

She gasped, covering her mouth. “Oh, God please tell me
you’re joking.”

He chuckled, pulling a piece of paper close. “I’m joking.”
He glanced up at her, still not revealing the paper he held.

“But you do have something, don’t you?”

“Perhaps.”

“Perhaps? What kind of answer is that? Perhaps.”

“It’s the best kind of answer because now the little hamster
in your cage is running a mile a minute trying to figure out what I drew.”

“You drew something? No way. Now you have to let me see.”
Before he could say no, she folded her hands in front of the screen and gave
him the pretty face. “Please, please with sugar on top.”

“Mmm. I do like seeing a pretty girl beg.”

She batted her eyelashes at him for good measure.

“How about a trade?”

She tucked her suddenly clammy palms below the table and
thought for a second, wondering what she could possibly trade.

“Would you like to hear what I have in mind?”

“Perhaps.”

“Touché.” He leaned in close to the camera so she could
focus on his lips. “I want you to get any long and skinny object, phallic-shaped
objects get double points—”

“No.”

“Why not? You haven’t even heard what I want you to do with
it yet.”

“Because I’m pretty sure I can guess what you want me to do
with a dildo and I’m not masturbating for you on camera.” The words came out of
her mouth because they were what she was supposed to say but the thought made
her breathing grow shallow and the warmth deep in her groin to spread.

“I’m not some fifteen-year-old kid wanting to see you fuck
your pussy when it’s all I can think about. I want you to submit to me. I want
to own every thought in your head during our time together. Even if it’s only
through the chat. I want to own all of you. Now will you give me a chance to
explain what I want before you give me your ridiculously lame excuse why you
can’t do it?”

She clenched her jaw tight. She knew exactly what he was
doing by baiting her. She knew it, could see it a mile away and her hackles
were still raised to prove him wrong. She nodded once for him to continue.

“I want you to set the timer on your phone for one minute.
Once you start it, I want you to slide the phallic object in your mouth for
thirty seconds. Be slow and patient, choking on it just a bit by the end of the
half a minute.”

Her heart raced when he mentioned choking on it, partially
from the dream and partly because she was ridiculously turned on by the
suggestion.

“Then I want you to slide it out, slowly for the last thirty
seconds. Take your time and think about what you’re doing and that I’m watching
every second of it…hard as a fucking rock.”

“No I still don’t think—”

“What excuse can you give me for why you can’t do this for
me? Is it very difficult?”

“Well, no but—”

“Is your pretty pussy wet right now?”

“Yes, but—”

“No buts, action. Go get something to suck on for me.”

“What do I get in return?”

His nostrils flared, knowing he’d almost won. “I’ll let you
see the drawing and you might be quite surprised by it.”

Chewing on her lips was about all she could do while
contemplating actually doing what he suggested. His face, the downcast set of
his brows and dark eyes, it reminded her of her dream Nico. She opened her
mouth several times to tell him no again, but nothing would come out. Telling
him no just seemed wrong, which should have been her first indication she
should absolutely tell him no and cut the video feed.

“What’s sixty seconds, Rose? That’s all I’m asking for.
Really not much at all considering the drawing took me almost two hours to get right
this morning when I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

She stared at him, throwing up her hands after she decided
to throw caution to the wind. “I’ll be right back.”

She thought about getting a carrot or another kind of
vegetable to abuse, but she had a perfectly good slim dildo in the shape of a
dick she’d been meaning to play with. No time like the present.

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.