Dirty Martini Erotica
"Nico" a sex story by Lux Zakari
Adam sat on the sagging mattress, feeling out of place. He tried to ease his nervousness by looking around the bedroom at the stockings draped over the lamp shades, Christmas lights tangled around the furniture and ripped Poison posters hanging on the handprint-smudged walls.
Nico stepped over a cat’s litter box to reach one of the lamps. She unscrewed the 60-watt light bulb and twisted in a fresh, ruby-red one. Then she turned to face him for the first time, her skin pink in the light. His stomach twisted.
She slowly moved closer to him, side-stepping the piles of tight-fitting tops and grass-stained jeans. She sat down next to him on the unmade bed. “So,” she said, chastely folding her hands in her lap.
“So,” he repeated, his left arm lightly brushing against Nico’s. He imagined he could feel the electricity radiating off of her. All of the hairs on his arm stood on end.
“What now?” Nico looked at him expectantly, her eyes like polished black marble in the light.
He feigned innocence. “What do you mean?”
She snorted. “Don’t lie, Adam. You’re here to get fucked, like all the rest. Isn’t that right?”
His mouth went dry and his tongue suddenly felt too big against his teeth. Somewhere in the apartment, a baby started to cry and was, in turn, lulled back into complacency by a faceless someone in the house. Nico leaned in so that their noses were pressed against each other. “Don’t pretend with me,” she warned. “This isn’t a visit to see how I’m doing since I dropped out. This isn’t about us being friends anymore. You’re here to see the little teenage whore. The little slut who fucks for some cash. Right?”
Adam’s protests died in his throat as he felt Nico start walking her fingers up his skinny chest. Her breath, smelling like Parliaments, was hot against his lips. “Are you still a virgin, Adam?” she asked, her voice softer.
He shook his head, swallowing hard. Nico let out a breathy laugh. “God,” she said. “You can’t ever be fucking honest with me. Not even here. Not even now.”
Her short, ragged fingernails took a long, leisurely scratch down his body until they reached his belt buckle. He sucked in a breath as her cold hands sneaked under the hem of his shirt and traced a line around his belly button. She continued to stare at him, her long white blonde hair hanging around her face like a curtain as her chilled fingers crept lower and lower.
Without breaking her stare, Nico maneuvered herself on Adam’s lap. His hands absently rubbed circles over the back pockets of her faded jeans as she deftly undid his belt buckle and unzipped his baggy pants. She gently took his cock out of his boxers — an embarrassing choice today, of all days: ducks. He whimpered as she pushed him backwards onto the bed and pulled his pants down to his knees. The air hitting his erect penis was like a cold shot of reality, and he wondered if they should really be doing this after all. But his worries melted away as she began to rub his inner thighs in repetitive, circular motions, slowly inching closer and closer to his groin.
“Do you like this?” she murmured, her voice gentle but taunting.
Adam’s head felt fuzzy and thick as he nodded, perhaps a little too eagerly. He closed his eyes and tried to raise his hips, an obvious hint at where he wanted her to touch him most.
Nico, pausing the massage, plucked a tiny bottle of oil off the night table. She poured the oil onto his shaft and testicles. Adam tensed as Nico put her hands on his balls; she kneaded him gently and he slowly relaxed as the sensations rippled through his stomach.
His head tilted back. He felt the oil grow hotter beneath Nico’s palms as she continued to massage around his shaft. She bent her head to give the light dusting of hair on his lower stomach a kiss, and then a nip with her teeth. He chewed furiously on his lip as he felt her long hair brush over his oil-slicked penis, and he raised his hips once again, begging her to touch him.
“I know,” she said in a slightly condescending voice. “You’re not here for just a hand job. You do that plenty on your own, I can tell.”
His face flamed at her words, but the red light from the lamp masked his embarrassment well. Nico eyed his penis, her hot breath warmed his already hot skin. “What do you want me to tell you, Adam?” she asked. “How big your dick is? How good it’d feel if you were inside of me?”
Her hands finally snaked around his cock, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Her hot breath on his dick, her hands slowly moving from the top of his shaft to the bottom, Adam choked on a gasp of pleasure. He squeezed his eyes shut and moved his hips upward, able to think of nothing but her fingers moving up and down, increasing in pressure and speed. He arched his back, mentally begging her to go faster.
Instead, Nico slowed down, removed her hands altogether. “Come on, Adam,” she said, her bow-shaped lips sneering at him. “You’re not almost finished, are you? That’s pathetic.”
Adam’s knees trembled and he stared up at the ceiling, trying to regain control of his body. He concentrated on the spider crawling upside down over to its dusty web in the corner and forced himself to take deep breaths. A part of him wondered when and where a barely eighteen-year-old girl learned to do these things. The thoughts soon vanished as soon as Nico’s red tongue darted out and licked the head of his penis. She flicked her tongue over the tip, watching him watch her. “Ever had a girl suck your dick before?” she asked.
Adam shook his head no, too overwhelmed to even breathe. For some reason, that seemed to make Nico happy. “Good,” was all she said before her hot mouth enveloped his penis. Her teeth gently scraped against his skin, and he gripped the dirty sheets, willing himself not to cry out.
Nico took her mouth off him to ask quietly, “Does that feel good?”
He nodded and took a deep breath as her mouth wrapped around him again, licking and sucking. He watched with half-open eyes as her head bobbed up and down, her lips looking wet and shiny. She massaged his inner thigh with one hand as her other gripped the base of his penis. He closed his eyes again and leaned his head back against the pillow, feeling himself trembling and his breath coming faster.
“I-I think I’m-I’m going to…” His voice cracked as his toes curled up toward the ceiling.
“Not yet,” Nico commanded, removing her mouth from him.
Adam’s eyes rolled in the back of his head, feeling the warm aching sensations zipping throughout his body like a thousand sparklers. Nico moved up his body slowly, like a cat. He let out a soft moan as he felt her breasts pressing to his chest and her hips grinding torturously against his pelvis.
Nico’s tongue darted out to lick his lips. “Not yet,” she said, her cheeks shiny and smeared with the oil.
She pulled away from him and he groaned, needing the physical contact. He struggled into a sitting position to watch as she pulled her tank top over her head, revealing her small chest and rosy nipples. He ached to reach out and hold one, squeeze it, put her nipple in his mouth and let his tongue twirl around it, making her moan and beg for more. Her jeans fell to the floor, revealing a triangle of sparse dark hair.
“Is this how you dreamed your first fuck would be like?” she asked him, straddling him once again. He bit his tongue as he felt his penis rub against her flat stomach.
“Huh?” Nico asked. “Did you imagine it’d be with the girl you sat next to in math class?” She took his right hand and guided one of his fingers into her soaking wet core. “Did you ever think you’d have your dirty fingers in my pussy?”
He could barely concentrate on the intensity of her words, his fingers moving in and out of her as she grinded against his hand. She moved her hips faster up and down his dripping wet fingers, and she hissed in his ear, “Did you ever think you’d be about to fuck me?”
She reached down and took a hold of his penis, an action that evoked a surprise squeak from him. She produced a condom, seemingly out of thin air, and tore off the wrapper. “Ever try one of these before?” she asked, smirking as she rolled the latex down over his penis. His body shook slightly at the feeling of her hands on him. She moved his damp hands away from her and pushed him down onto his back. Then she sank down on him, slowly, inch by inch.
Adam was torn between wanting to close his eyes tight to focus on the sensations and to keep them open so he could witness Nico’s skinny body ride him. Little groans escaped her throat and beads of perspiration formed in the valley between her small breasts. His white-knuckled hands gripped her thighs as she varied her speed, slowing down every time she thought he was close. His lips pressed tightly together and the waves of pleasure rolled through his body.
Nico tossed her hair over her shoulder, a few white strands sticking to her face, and asked, “How does it feel, Adam? Tell me.”
Her fingernails dug into his chest as she sank down on him, over and over. He looked down at his sheathed cock, slick with her juices, and drew in a shaky breath. “Oh, God, I-I can’t fucking think,” he managed to gasp.
“Sure you can.” Nico’s voice came out in pants as she reached for one of his hands and positioned his thumb over her clit. He pressed on it, rolling it in a small circle, and she moved faster, causing him to close his eyes and gasp.
“Tell me how it feels, Adam,” she commanded. “Tell me how good fucking me feels.”
His body was slick with sweat as he half-heartedly tried to match her rhythm with his hips. He trembled at her words, heat spreading like fire through his groin. “Oh, God, it-it’s warm…I can’t think…it feels-it feels so good, oh my God, I can’t take it!”
Adam’s eyes clouded with pleasure as their bodies shook the bed, paying no mind to whoever else was in the apartment. His fingers on Nico’s clit moved faster, and she let out a soft moan as his back arched, his pelvis rising up off the bed to meet hers. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a choked moan as he came; feeling like his heart was going to explode in his chest. Her motions slowed to an eventual stop and she moved away from him, opting for the far corner of the bed.
He lay on the bed and looked at the spider on the ceiling again, struggling to get his heart rate to a normal speed. He glanced over at Nico, who was still undressed and now lighting up a cigarette. As if feeling his eyes on her, she turned to look at him, her eyes nothing more than black shadows. “Did you like it?” she asked, and he nodded with a soft moan. “Good.” She took a deep, meditative drag on her cigarette.
Adam sat up when his body finally ceased its trembling and sheepishly pulled his pants back on. He tossed the used condom in the trashcan near the bed and went to wrap his arms around Nico’s naked form. She pushed him away, as if he were the spider on the ceiling. “What do you think you’re doing?” she snapped. “Don’t touch me. It’s over.”
He wordlessly watched as she stood up and paced the room with cigarette dangling from her lips, completely unaffected by her own nudity. “You can go now,” she dismissed him, her voice like ice. “After you give me my money, of course.”
Adam reached into his pocket and removed his fading leather wallet. He opened it and removed a twenty with lead fingers. “Is this okay?” he asked, not liking the uncertain squeak his voice has to it.
Nico simply stared at him for a long awkward moment, until she snatched the bill out of his hand and laughed humorlessly. “Did you know that this is more than what I usually get?”
“Nico,” he began, realizing that it was the first time he called her by her name since he got there, “Nico, if there’s something I can do…”
“You’ve done enough,” she said. “I’ve done enough.” She turned to face the window and continued to silently smoke. She didn’t watch as Adam reluctantly left.
Originally published January 2008