15. Nico

15

NICO

C yrus was withdrawing from me. I could feel it in his touch and hear it in his voice. I couldn’t let him slip away, not now. If I wanted to keep him, I needed to do something to keep him interested, but what? All my attempts to win him over with sex ended with either a reasonable rejection or a restrained session of lovemaking that ended well, but not at the level I was looking for.

I climbed into bed, already better at scaling the thick mattress than I was last week, and curled up next to him. He held me close, but there was a coldness in the room, and it wasn’t coming from the parially open window. As I drifted off to sleep, I tried to picture us together years down the line when I was a head chef and he was, well, whatever he wanted to be in five or ten years. Still teaching at the university, maybe? He seemed happy doing that.

The vision was dark and blurry, showing me only glimpses of us holding hands watching the sunset, kissing at our wedding, or getting into bed night after night as our hair turned gray and our wrinkles deepened.

I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t give him what he really wanted, as much as I wanted to make him happy. He was a good guy, sure, and he made my heart leap with excitement most of the time. I looked forward to seeing him in the morning, hearing him whisper in my ear to see if I was awake. But that wasn’t enough to make me want to spend the rest of my days by his side. The infatuation would wear off and we would both be left with an empty relationship and no one else to turn to.

I was restless throughout the night, and I woke up several times with a faint headache and blurry vision. Each time I squinted at the clock on the wall, praying it was 5 or 6 and I could get up, only to see that it was barely past midnight, or 2, or 3. When I inevitably kicked the sheets around to make them more comfortable, Cyrus shifted next to me, his weight making the entire bed creak.

When morning finally came and released me from the prison that was this bed, I got up and tiptoed to the bathroom. Taking a quick glance back before I shut the door, I determined that Cyrus was still asleep, which was exactly what I wanted.

In the bathroom, I took a few minutes to finger-comb my hair, brush my teeth, wash my face, and put on some lip balm. I wanted Cyrus to be impressed by me when he woke up – smitten and ready for some action. He had promised me we would get back to what was important in the morning, and I was more and more confident that I was ready for the next step.

When I was satisfied with my appearance, I slipped back into bed, pulled the blanket over both of us, and snuggled against his back. He moved a little, reaching his hand back to find mine and hold it.

Perfect timing, I thought.

“Good morning, sunshine,” I said softly. “Did you have a good night’s sleep?”

“Good enough.” He exhaled loudly and turned to lie flat on his back, tucking one hand behind his head. “Someone kept waking me with all his tossing and turning, though.”

My cheeks flushed. “Oops, sorry about that.”

“I don’t mind. Are you all right? Is there something wrong with the bed?”

“No, nothing wrong with the bed. I guess I just wasn’t that tired,” I lied.

I couldn’t tell him that thoughts of us, and not dirty thoughts, were what kept me from up last night.

“I’m quite surprised after yesterday morning’s escapades.” He smiled slyly. “I would have expected you to be worn out solely from that.”

Yesterday morning, when Cyrus let me get his cock in my mouth – how I wished we could do that again today, although it might take some convincing on my part.

“Yeah, but I’m stronger than that.” I tried to flex my muscles, but my strength paled in comparison to Cyrus’ naturally thick body and I shrank back, embarrassed that I’d even tried. “It’s Sunday,” I said, changing the subject. “You know what that means?”

“Church is in service?”

“What? God, no. I mean, yeah, it is, but we’re not going there. No, silly, you told me yesterday that we could have some more fun today.”

Cyrus nodded his head slowly. “And so we shall. But first, what about some breakfast?”

I waved my hand dismissively. “Aw, who needs breakfast? Although, if you’re taking orders, I’ll have one massive orc cock – raw.”

Cyrus rolled his eyes and let his head fall back onto the pillow. “How do I manage to put up with you?” he asked, staring up at the ceiling.”

“Because you love me.” I started to smile, but as the words I had just said sank in, I realized how badly I’d fumbled my hand and the smile faded, leaving me tight-lipped and nervous that I was about to be kicked out onto my ass. I hadn’t meant it. It just came out. I couldn’t tell him that, though.

He blinked a few times, having nothing to say in response. What was there to say? I was a complete and utter idiot and we both knew it.

I leaned in closer, resting my hands on either side of his broad shoulders. “That was uncalled for, but let me make it up to you.” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “Let me worship your cock.”

Cyrus’ expression changed. I couldn’t tell for sure if it was a good change or a bad change, but his forehead wrinkles had smoothed slightly and his clenched jaw had relaxed, leading me to believe that he was genuinely considering my proposal.

“I’m just not sure if that’s a good idea,” he said after an obnoxiously long pause. “No one has asked me that before, and I don’t know if I’m comfortable with it.”

I sighed. “Look, I’m not going to make you do anything you absolutely don’t want to, and I wouldn’t blame you if you said no just because you’re tired of putting up with me, but you have a beautiful body and someone – me – desperately wants to admire it. What could be wrong with that?”

He looked across the room at nothing in particular, a bright light sparking in his eyes for a second. He was intrigued. He wouldn’t decline me now.

“All right,” he said, snapping his gaze back to me, still lying in bed next to him waiting as patiently as I could. “Don’t make me regret it.”

“I won’t, I promise.”