Nico's Cruse Page 2

  “Don’t get your hopes up that I’m gonna be any better. I’ve been in the gym and then I took a shower after dinner. I’ve only got sweatpants on. You going to be offended by my state of undress?”

  A nervous giggle bubbled up inside her chest and burst into the room.

  “That depends.”

  “On?”

  Her fingers hovered above the keys and she shrugged, deciding to be nothing if not herself. “Are you who your profile says you are or are you a four-hundred pound guy living above the garage at your parents’ place?”

  “Ha! Nice image. I’m really who I say I am. If I wasn’t, would I have suggested the video chat?”

  “Good point.”

  “What about you? Are you really who you say you are? Maybe you’re not nearly as pretty as I imagine you are.”

  She shrugged her shoulders, forgetting momentarily he couldn’t see her yet.

  “I’m wearing a pink tank top and black yoga pants with a white band at the top. Love is repeated in black and pink over and over again.”

  “Sounds cute. So…you gonna be brave and meet me?”

  “Sheesh, I guess so. No harm in actually talking, sort of, face to face.”

  “Let me get everything up on my end, then I’ll walk you through it. You’ll get a password on your end and will have to give it to me.”

  “Every time or just once?” He didn’t answer for a second and she wondered if her assumption there would be more than once had freaked him out.

  “Each time. So if you don’t like me you’ll never have to see me again. And it’s a self-generating password that changes every time you close down the connection. Okay, I’m ready to go. There’s a little video camera icon in the upper right side corner of the chat screen we’re on. Double-click on it and I’ll call you.”

  She clicked on the icon and another screen popped up. Nico’s icon showed up for a few seconds and then he must have called from his end. Nico calling replaced the other message in the center of the screen along with a six-digit password.

  “Did you get a password?” A text message popped up at the bottom of the black video screen.

  She gave him the password generated on her side and waited. An image flashed across the screen, and then it said “Nico Connecting”… Within one breath and the next, there he was filling up her computer screen, his half-smile coming to life as he stared at her.

  “Hi, Rose.”

  “Unngff.” Nothing else came out and her brain completely shut down.

  His profile picture didn’t do him justice. He reminded her of one of those guys featured on the cover of a workout magazine, but sexier, ’cause he was real.

  Bare-chested, his biceps bunched as he leaned against a table or some surface he had his laptop sitting on. The white hair shocked her even more in virtual person, especially as he speared his thick fingers through it, pulling it off his dark forehead. It wasn’t a detractor, quite the opposite. It made him seem like a super hero, especially with his deep tan and dark blue eyes.

  She just thought she’d been aware of how her pussy lips felt after the spa. It was nothing compared to how swollen and sensitive they were since he was almost in the room with her.

  His lips moved but she had no idea what he said, just his rich baritone laugh filtered through the connection. She whimpered when she first saw him, so she cleared her throat, determined not to ogle him anymore.

  “Umm…sorry. Totally don’t mean to gawk but damn.”

  “It’s very white, huh?” He ran his palm over it again and she wished she could do it for him.

  “No. I mean yes it is, but uhh…that’s not exactly what I’m looking at, Nico.”

  He watched her with a bit of a squint on his face but she couldn’t stop staring at his chest and his arms. She even tilted the screen down a bit to see if she could see below the table. Made no sense after she did it but she really wanted to see below the table.

  She noticed the secondary screen next to his picture for the first time and a smaller picture of her filled the square. Her boobs, actually, since she’d tilted her screen. The camera pointed right at her nipples, which had gotten hard the instant his handsome face came into view.

  He laughed again and she smiled, a blush staining her cheeks, as she moved the camera back up to show her face.

  “I don’t know which I like better, Rose. Your pretty smile or your other assets…” Beautiful straight, white teeth gleamed across the internet at her.

  “Same here.”

  “Blonde hair and brown eyes, my favorite. You’re beautiful.”

  She wanted to fidget and take her hair out of the ponytail she had it in but instead she just shrugged. “Blonde and brown is pretty plain, if you ask me.” His attention threw her off balance, as if he hadn’t seen a woman in years.

  “Not plain. Perfect.”

  “And you’re charming.”

  “It’s hereditary.”

  She laughed, unable to help herself. “What’s hereditary? Being charming?”

  He nodded as if it were a foregone conclusion. “My mom said I got it from my dad. She said he swept her off her feet from the first second she saw him.” He rolled his eyes but she could tell he was fond of the memory.

  “Where were you born?”

  “Right outside of Miami, Florida, actually. Both of my parents are Chilean and we used to visit there all the time.”

  “Have you been there since they passed away?”

  “No. I haven’t left South Florida in years.”

  “Florida. You’re still in Florida? What part?”

  “A little town on the southern coast. I’m sure you’ve never heard of it.”

  Her eyebrows dipped in concentration. “Try me.”

  He watched her. Glaring through the video screen at her. “Homestead.”

  She minimized the video screen so she could bring up her profile again, wanting to check to make sure she hadn’t been stupid and put her real town in there.

  “So have you heard of it?” his disembodied voice asked just as she brought up her page.

  Florida is all it said. She flipped up the video screen again. “What’s your area code?”

  “786. You have heard of it, haven’t you?” He put two and two together as well. “What’s your cell number?”

  She gave it to him before she thought better of it.

  “Hold on a second.” He stepped away and she caught sight of his six-pack abs and light gray sweat pants before he moved out of the camera view. Within a few seconds he was back, sitting in front of his laptop again. “I’m sending you a text.”

  Her cell, which happened to be beside her on the table, next to the couch dinged, signaling a text message. She opened it up, “Hey, sexy girl.”

  She smiled again and texted him. “Homestead, huh?”

  A chime went off on his end and he pushed buttons on his phone. “It seems we are neighbors of a sort. Latica. You’re not one of the Laticas are you? Of Latica Steel?”

  “The one and only, actually. The only one left.”

  “Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Rose Petal.”

  She set her phone down, focusing on her date again. “You know it’s probably stupid but I miss the nickname.”

  “Not stupid, especially if you were close to your parents. I was really close to mine but I wasn’t real fond of my name.”

  “Nico? Why not? Domenico’s a nice name. Exotic…sexy.”

  “I sure as hell like it when you say it like that but it literally means ‘Lord Handful’. Manata is my last name.”

  Rose laughed, covering her mouth with her palm. “Lord Handful. Pretty sure your mom had you pegged or your dad, depending on who named you.”

  “No doubt. My mother definitely thought herself quite funny and she told me all the times that I got into trouble I was just living up to my name. Not like it helped me at all in this case.”

  “What do you mean this ca—”

  “So what’s your favorite thing ab
out Homestead?”

  She blinked, wondering if the connection cut out for a second. “The people, the closeness. It’s a small town but a great place to live.”

  “You don’t think it’s too small?”

  She shook her head. “Not with the coast so close. It’s almost like the entire town continues with the water. Like it goes on forever.”

  “I love the water.”

  “Me too. Maybe we’ll have to have a date on the water sometime.”

  He acted as if he almost said something else but stopped.

  “Oh, Lord, sorry, not like I’m jumping the gun or anything.” She almost slapped her forehead but remembered at the last minute he could see her. She probably broke like fourteen first date rules with talking about seeing him again and in real, real person. Maybe they’d made an Online Dating for Dummies book. She’d have to check the next time she made it to the bookstore, if she didn’t die from embarrassment first.

  “I’d love to meet you somewhere, but it’s…hard for me to get away…from work. You know?”

  She took a deep breath, glad he made an effort to not make her feel awkward. “I definitely understand how that is. It’s my excuse for not dating up until, well, now.”

  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.”

  Chapter Three

  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?”
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  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.