“Not that it’s any of your business, but no,” I said a bit defensively.
“Do you believe in God, Thomas?”
“No, do you?”
Nico snorted with derision. “I have don’t have time to waste on that nonsense.” She unsnapped her jeans and pulled the zipper down. “I don’t have time to waste, period. Do you want to lick my cunt again, Thomas?” She reached into her panties. “I’m so wet and I’m so willing. Do you want to taste me, Thomas?” She pulled her hand out and held it up in front of me. Two of her fingers glistened and shone. I was already salivating. I nodded. “Then take off your goddamn clothes.” There was a menace behind those words even though they were said neutrally.
I stood and peeled off my shirt then my jeans. After a moment’s hesitation I kicked off my boxers. Nico shook her head and pointed at my feet. I understood and pulled off my socks. I stood there in the middle of my room naked and semi-aroused as Nico walked slowly around me appraising my body. I silently prayed she wouldn’t notice my earlobes or that my rib cage was a little asymmetrical. She stopped in front of me and raised an eyebrow as she looked at my cock.
“Utterly fucking amazing,” she said softly. “How big is it?”
Like most guys I had been curious with the length of my penis. I had measured it and done my research but for some reason I was embarrassed to admit that to her. Instead I simply said, “Bigger than average, I suppose.”
She shook her head. “Indeed it is. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me again and my memory was fucked up. But there it is.” She sighed. “On your knees,” she commanded.
I obeyed. Nico kicked off her jeans and stood before me. “I can’t have a boyfriend,” she said as I tasted her. I didn’t care. I just nodded and drank her in.
In the end, she was sitting naked in the desk chair with one leg draped over the armrest and me kneeling on the floor in front of her, my head buried between her legs as orgasm chased orgasm. When she finally pushed me away almost a half an hour had passed.
Brief explosions of pain blossomed in my knees as I stood, my joints stiff. I rubbed my neck to work out the kinks and looked down at Nico. She lay there, draped over the chair, wasted with exhaustion but with a satisfied look on her face. Her small, pert breasts rose and fell, her nipple ring catching the light with each breath. The tattoo of a serpent wrapped around an apple covered her left hip, up her abdomen, to just below her left breast.
She motioned me over until I was standing next to her. “Masturbate on me,” she said, tipping her head back, closing her eyes and opening her mouth. Her voice was tired and strained and for a brief moment she looked sickly. When I hesitated she said emphatically, “Thomas, I want you to jerk off until your cum sprays over my face!”
I stood over her and masturbated as Nico’s hands played lightly over her body, her fingers teasing her nipples and tracing random patterns over her stomach. The room was silent except for the rhythmic whispering of skin rubbing skin. She still had her eyes closed, and her mouth half-open and inviting. I watched her drive her middle finger deep into her cunt. With her other hand she caressed my sac, pulling me closer to her expectant mouth until the tip of my cock rubbed against her lips.