Chapter 3 #4
But perhaps it was the alcohol, or the way he was looking at her, or perhaps it was the spark inside of her that refused to die in his presence, but whatever it was, she blamed it for the words that fell out of her mouth next.
“I want you to worship me,” she whispered. “On your knees.”
There was a heavy pause as the words hung in the air between them, and for a moment she thought perhaps she’d said too much, demanded too much.
She knew better than to ask for anything.
From anyone. But Theo only smirked, the shadows cast from the overhead light above them lighting up his expression like a demon.
His deep phthalo gaze warmed her cheeks and just as Calliope thought he was going to push her back against the bed and make some adorably awkward quip, he dropped to his knees.
Just like she demanded. Flashing those vibrant eyes up at her, she could not refute the sight was far more seductive than it should have been.
A slight gasp escaped her throat as she reveled in the way he simply obeyed her. Without question, without protest.
Anything you want.
She opened her legs without question and Theo slid his hands up and over her ass, pulling her toward him with a heavy force.
Calliope stumbled a bit from the motion, but stopped when she felt his fingers hooking into the side of her panties.
He pushed them aside, sliding one finger into her heated entrance, and she nearly yelped from the sensation that accosted her.
It was startling, warm, and heavy and made her gasp for breath.
Calliope looked down to see Theo, his face flush with her sex, and she didn’t miss the way he used his free hand to squeeze his covered cock before returning his hand to her hip. Her heart fluttered, knowing it was because of her.
Knowing she had such an effect on him, the perfect human. It fed her spark in a way she’d never felt before. Seeing this beautiful man on his knees was... intoxicating.
“As you wish, Princess,” he said darkly. His gaze held hers as he slowly started to pump his finger in and out of her slick entrance while his thumb flicked at her clit and relief flooded her. But it was only momentary relief, as it always was.
For his touch wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough. But for tonight at least, Calliope rationalized she could enjoy the brief respite of warmth and hope the spark gave her, for however long it lasted.
The spark Theo gives me. Because I know in the morning, this will all fade.
It always fades. Nothing lasts forever. No matter how badly we wish it could.
Before Calliope could latch on to the thought, she felt the warmth of his lips on her. His fingers slowly continued to stroke her, his thumb massaging her as he took her clit into his mouth and sucked. Hard. The groan that escaped him was like music to her ears.
Calliope’s eyes fell shut without hesitation and her entire body relaxed.
Her fingers found his hair and Calliope embraced the softness as she tightened her grip on his locks, gently pushing him closer.
It had been too long since she’d felt such pleasure.
Perhaps she’d missed it more than she thought. ..
Or perhaps it is that I never knew what I was truly missing, because Theo’s mouth is truly wicked.
The spark inside of her grew as she slowly started to grind herself against his mouth, his muffled moans and groans echoing in the space between them. His tongue slipped in alongside his fingers and her orgasm hit her like a lightning bolt.
“Oh Gods, Theo...” she yelped, her legs starting to shake as the onslaught pushed forth. Calliope steeled her grip on Theo’s hair, if only to keep from falling as the wave of pleasure hit her. In all the years she’d been on this Earth, she had never come so quickly.
She expected Theo to stop now that he’d reached his goal, in favor of reaching his own, but he did no such thing.
Instead, he kept going, a deep moan escaping him as he continued to lave and lick at Calliope’s pussy, his fingers curling inside of her, stroking her sensitive insides.
Her knees buckled and she nearly went down again, knocking both of them over.
Pull yourself together, Callie!
Theo chuckled, the sound making more than her insides tingle as he slid his fingers out of her, kissing her swollen bud before looking back up at her.
Calliope’s cheeks heated at the sight of his lustful gaze, his mouth and chin glistening with the evidence of his victory.
And then he grabbed Calliope by her thighs and upended her onto her back in one fell swoop onto the floor.
Calliope cried out in surprise.
“I like when you scream my name,” he said with a smirk as he angled himself on top of her, his caged hardness pressing against her heated mound. The spark, the energy inside her, all around her, between them flared to life with renewed vigor.
Theo leaned on his elbows beside her, regaling her with a cocky gaze that was equal parts sexy and challenging. “I think I want to hear you do it again,” he said between his heated kiss, so full of hunger.
Calliope could taste herself on his tongue and she didn’t hate it. Not one bit.
Well, that’s...new.
Calliope lifted her hips, angling to meet his solid cock, her body craving more. The spark had caught, as it always did in the heat of the moment, and the line where Calliope began and her spark ended started to blur.
“Theo...” she breathed his name, trying to find the words she longed to say, but it was like her brain had short-circuited.
Theo’s lips traveled down her neck, his hands freeing her breasts from their cups.
The cool air made her skin pebble with goosebumps, her nipples stiff and sensitive.
His tongue bathed her peaked nipples in warmth as he nibbled, kissed, and sucked them, in similar fashion to his treatment of her pussy.
And all at once, Calliope felt that excitement, that familiar feeling culminating on the horizon.
She moaned because words seemed to escape her at the moment.
Theo chuckled against her breast, pulling one nipple between his teeth gently as he used his free hand to pull and pinch the other.
“I’m going to come,” Calliope managed to choke out, her voice high-pitched and strained. Her legs were still shaking, her insides so sensitive she feared another orgasm would render her numb.
The realization that she was indeed going to come again hit her quite hard, and she felt rather conflicted. She wanted more, but she was not sure she could take it. She hadn’t experienced multiple orgasms since she’d been with Chuck.
She closed her eyes, forcing the thought out of her brain.
She did not want to think of the pegacorn ever, and especially not at this moment, with Theo driving her to the brink of pleasure once more.
And because Theodore was quite insistent on giving her such pleasure—judging by his prominent hardness, it was safe to assume he was enjoying this as much as she was, and that itself was a turn on for Calliope.
“Theo,” she cried, her entire body starting to shake as she braced for the oncoming wave of pleasure. Again.
Every nerve in her body felt strung like a tight wire and her muscles ached, her body hot as sweat formed beneath her breasts, among other places.
Theo ground his cock against her hesitantly, the smooth fabric of his briefs cool to the heat of her exposed flesh. His mouth latched onto her nipple and continued his appraisal of her breast with his tongue. And once again, without warning, Calliope’s entire body unraveled like a spool of thread.
Theo disappeared between her legs once again, his mouth kissing and sucking at her clit again, his tongue sliding inside of her, and she cried out because everything felt so heightened.
But her spark grew like a wildfire in a brittle forest.
Theo looked up at Calliope from his spot between her legs and she noticed his hand on his covered cock once more.
“Tell me what you want, Theodore,” she whispered, her voice shaky as a fresh bout of moisture bloomed between her legs, but she was not sure if it was from his mouth or the sight of him like this.
Hard. Needy.
“Tell me and I will give it to you,” she whispered, her words an echo of a familiar sentiment. It wasn’t the first time she’d said them, and she knew this wouldn’t be the last, either.
It seemed the tables had turned.
Calliope knew it was easier to give than take.
She had never been a greedy woman, but perhaps that was truly her curse.
What separated her from the gods and goddesses.
As badly as she wanted to be praised, she liked praising others.
As badly as she wanted to be worshipped and adored, she needed a human to worship and adore to feel inspired, herself.
The balance was never quite equal, though.
But her desire to give Theo the pleasure he had given her was beyond craving. It was a desperate need.
I need to please him. I need to feel the spark he ignites within me...
He looked at her with hazy eyes, licking his lips.
Calliope sat up, the motion driving him back and further from her pulsing core. She ached for his sweet, wicked mouth, knowing what it was capable of, but she pushed the thought aside. She had taken enough. It was time to give her darling little chipmunk the treat he deserved.
Because no matter what he asked of her, Calliope vowed she would give him what he wanted.
And he would take it the same way everyone else did.
Without hesitation. She would give him the spark he needed, and then he would leave her.
And with that spark, he’d do something wonderful, magnificent, and she would never know.
And in time, she would fade from his memory.
Become nothing but a story, a tale of his youth.
He’ll forget my name, but he’ll never forget the spark I gave him.
But I will remember it all. I will remember his cocky assertion of likening drinks to personalities. I will remember his phthalo green patinae eyes and his wicked tongue. I will remember his perfect, golden Adonis body, and the fire he ignited within me for one, perfect night.
Calliope reached for his hand, the one covering his cock. She pushed his hand away, and he let her. Her fingertips grazed over the head of his cock, feeling the faint wetness against the fabric of his briefs.
“I want to make you come again,” he said, his voice dark and thick with lust.
Calliope sauntered over him, pushing him until he fell over, his back hitting the bottom left foot of her easel and knocking some paint tubes onto the floor. She didn’t let up, though, as she positioned herself over his cock, slipping her fingers through the hole in his briefs.
Theo tensed.
“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.” she told him.
She needed him to trust her, trust that she could give him the pleasure he deserved.
He hadn’t asked for anything. Even when he offered to buy her a drink, he did not ask for one in return.
He did not ask to take her home to his place.
And even after two leg-shattering orgasms, he had not once asked Calliope to touch him, to taste him.
She was not certain why he was holding back. Or what he was afraid of.
Unless I am not what he truly wants...
She froze at the thought.
“No,” he shook his head. “I don’t want you to stop, I just—”
Calliope slowly wrapped her hand around his cock, slipping her hand inside his briefs, feeling the size of him. He filled her hand perfectly, her insides aching to know what he felt like, how he tasted. How he would feel stretching her with his cock.
But this wasn’t about her.
“Is this what you want?” she asked, squeezing him lightly before she tugged down his briefs.
He gently lifted his hips, allowing her to remove his briefs completely, his eyes falling shut as his cock bobbed free. The glistening arousal pebbling his cockhead caught the light, and Calliope had to stop for a moment to appreciate the sight before her.
Theo and his dark hair all mussed, his golden form and perfectly defined muscles. Surrounded by tubes of paint on her bedroom floor, his sizeable cock springing free, one sticky, clear string of precum sticking to his thigh.
Calliope straddled his legs, grasping his cock in her hand. Her fingers gently caressed the spot over his leaking slit and he groaned, his body shuddering.
“No,” he whispered.
Calliope leaned down, swiping her tongue across his cockhead, tasting his sweetness, detecting just a hint of juicy, sweet pineapple among the saltiness. He let out a deep groan, his hand finding her hair, and he stroked it reverently.
“Is this what you want?” Calliope asked, sucking the sweet juice from his tip.
He nodded vehemently. “Yes,” he breathed, huskily.
Calliope smiled. “Your wish is my command,” she muttered as she took his cock into her mouth slowly.
“Oh fuck, Callie...” Theo cried out, and then her spark truly ignited, awakening a part of her she’d never known before.