Chapter 13
ELOISE
Cupid led me inside his flat and I took it all in. Everything was neat and tidy, which wasn't much of a surprise given that was how he liked to keep his office.
"So, coffee?" he checked.
I nodded. "If you don't mind."
"I don't, but I should warn you that I have one of those little pod machines here rather than something fancier. I never really got the hang of brewing my own."
"That's okay, I don't really mind. The pod machines are fancy as far as I'm concerned." I followed him through into the kitchen and set the box of cannolis down on the counter. I expected to feel a little nervous about being here, but I wasn't. Maybe because I knew what I wanted, and had decided I was going to get it when I put matching underwear on earlier.
"What coffee do you want?"
"Does your pod machine have a mocha?"
"It does, but not in decaf. Is that a problem?"
"Why would it be a problem?" I asked.
"Well, it's late, some people don't like drinking coffee this late in case it keeps them up."
"Then it's a good thing I don't intend on sleeping any time soon," I responded.
He cleared his throat. "Caffeine it is." He popped a pod into the machine and pressed the button.
"I'm glad nothing dramatic happened at the restaurant," I said. "Though there's a part of me that would have loved to see Persephone make a scene."
He chuckled. "I think she's more of the complain quietly type."
"So we should expect to be in trouble on Monday," I mused.
"Potentially. But it should be fine." He set down my coffee and made one of his own.
"Well, that's Monday's problem," I decided. "My current problem is which of the cannolis to try first."
He chuckled. "The original."
"Ah, so all of the others can be measured against something. Clever." I opened the box and picked out the traditional one. I considered snapping it in half, but it was obvious that it wouldn't go very well and that it could just end with a mess if the fried dough crumbled. Instead, I lifted it to my mouth and took a bite. The sweet and tangy filling exploded on my taste buds, and I could see why Cupid had suggested this place, it was delicious, and this was the most basic one.
I covered my mouth with my hand as I chewed and held out the cannoli for Cupid. I thought he'd just take it from me, but instead, he leaned in and took a bite of his own. It was surprisingly intimate, though that had probably started around the time I'd bitten it instead of cutting. I washed it down with some of my coffee, enjoying the combination even if it was coffee-from-a-pod.
I ate some more and held out the last bite for him. His lips brushed against my fingers as he took it. My breathing hitched and all kinds of thoughts raced through my mind.
"You've got icing sugar on your cheek," Cupid murmured.
"Oh?" I lifted my hand to wipe it off.
"Other side." He stepped closer and lifted his hand, swiping away the sugar with his thumb.
My lips parted and I looked up at him, knowing that there was only one logical thing that could happen next. My eyes fluttered closed as his lips brushed against mine. The kiss was soft at first, searching for what we wanted it to be, but it soon deepened, bringing with it a surge of desire that I very much intended to act on.
We broke apart, and I was already breathing heavily. "Where's your room?" I murmured.
"This one." He took my hand and led me into another room. The bed wasn't made, which was an interesting change from how neat the rest of the flat was. He cleared his throat. "Sorry, I didn't know you were coming."
"I'm not yet," I joked.
He chuckled. "Fair enough."
I stepped closer. "I don't care if the bed's made," I assured him. "Aren't we about to unmake it anyway?"
"I hope so. And you'll be glad to know that my bedroom isn't like my office."
"Ah, so no chance of a client phone call interrupting?" I teased.
"And there are condoms here."
"Good, because I intend on us needing one." I leaned in and kissed him deeply, putting an end to the conversation for now. His hands landed on my waist and I found myself wishing that my dress wasn't in the way.
"Turn around," He murmured against my lips.
I did as he suggested and his fingers found the zip at the back of my dress. My breathing hitched as he pulled it down and his touch brushed against my skin. My dress fell away, leaving me in the lacy black lingerie set I'd picked out earlier in the hope that he'd get to see it. I wasn't sure why I'd been so certain that he was going to be at the restaurant, but I'd certainly gone there with the hope he'd show up.
Cupid leaned in and kissed my neck. I rolled my head to the side to give him better access, enjoying every touch of his lips against my skin. As much as I wanted more, there was also no reason to rush it, we had all night.
"What do you want me to do?" he murmured against my skin.
"Anything," I whispered. "Everything."
He chuckled. "That might take a while."
"That's fine." I took his hand and moved it onto my stomach. He smoothed it over my skin, each touch sending a thrill through me and making me want more. I turned around in his arms, my fingers dancing over the buttons of his shirt. "I don't think I should be the only one getting undressed."
"Definitely not," he responded, leaning in to capture me in a kiss again. He shrugged off his shirt and walked me backwards to the bed. I laid back, pulling him with me and feeling excited at the prospect of more.
He looked down at me, his gaze raking over my body and making me feel like I was the most desirable person he'd ever seen. Which was saying something when he'd spent so much of his life around other gods. He undid his belt and rid himself of everything except for his boxer shorts, which didn't leave a lot to the imagination.
I ran my hands over his chest, admiring the lean muscles. He wasn't a broad man, but there was lots to appreciate. Other people would call it a swimmer's body, I would call him my type. At least when it came to men.
The mattress dipped as he got on the bed beside me and he leaned in to kiss me, as both of us explored one another with our hands. Even though it was all fairly innocent touches, my body was heating and the desire mounted within me.
I slipped my hand further down, feeling how hard he was through the fabric. Cupid groaned into our kiss and I repeated the motion, getting the same response from him again. "You should lose them," I murmured against his lips.
"Not yet," he responded, using the break in our kiss to move down to my neck, his hand slipping to my bra.
"It's a front clasp," I murmured.
He took the hint for what it was and fiddled with the middle of it, letting the bra fall away and baring me to him. He ran a thumb over one of my nipples and I gasped, arching up into his touch and hoping for more. He did the same on the other one and I moaned, wanting more.
Needing more.
Cupid seemed to have realised that, or he knew what he wanted to begin with. He made a trail of kisses down my stomach until he got to the waist of my panties. He traced his tongue over the skin just above them and I squirmed in response, not having expected to react when he wasn't anywhere sensitive yet.
I lifted my hips as he hooked his thumbs under the fabric and pulled my panties down. The rush of air wasn't enough to distract me, not when he'd made it clear exactly what he was intending to do.
He leaned in, his breath tickling against my core and making it virtually impossible for me to hold onto the rising desire within me. I wasn't going to be able to last if he continued like this, and while it was true that we had all night, I didn't want everything to be over too fast.
"Cupid," I murmured.
He looked up my body, the sight hotter than I expected it to be.
"Go slow?" I asked. "I'm close."
His lips quirked up into a smile. "All right."
I let out a sigh, though even I wasn't entirely sure if it was in relief or anticipation. He leaned in and grazed his lips against my inner thigh, then again, and again. Each kiss was barely a whisper, enough to tease but not enough to cause me to come undone. I had to admit to being impressed that he'd understood what I'd been asking for, most men I'd been with had needed a few explanations for it.
His tongue traced teasing patterns around my core, and I moaned, feeling the pleasure start to build, but he did a good job of keeping me on the edge, teasing me almost to the point of release and then backing off when it felt like I was going to tip over into the abyss, and every time, I felt myself coiling tighter, the feeling so intense that I knew I was going to explode when he finally made me come.
His tongue teased me to the point where I thought it was going to end, but he managed to bring me back down again. I reached down and threaded my hand through his curly hair, tangling my fingers among the strands. I tried to find the words to tell him what I wanted, but it became unnecessary as he took my meaning. His tongue swirled around my most sensitive spot, not quite hitting where I needed it, but enough to make me certain that he was heading there.
He didn't let up for a second and my fingers tightened in his hair while my body started to flash hot and cold. The release made my entire body shake and the pleasure was more intense than I'd ever have expected from a first time with someone. Though I supposed it was technically my second. Just like in his office, he didn't stop as he felt my release, keeping me hovering in pleasure for a bit longer.
I collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily and trying to regain some of my composure. Cupid came up next to me, a satisfied expression on his face.
"How do you even know how to do that?" I murmured.
He chuckled. "I might not be able to produce magical orgasms, but I'm still a love god."
"Felt pretty magical to me."
"It's practice, not magic."
"Fair enough." I propped myself up to look at him, noticing the tent that was firmly at home in his boxers. It seemed he'd enjoyed himself.
"Like what you see?" he asked.
"Oh yes. But I'll like what I can feel better."
"That can be arranged," he promised, leaning over to the nightstand and pulling open the drawer. He got out a silver package and held it out to me.
"There'd better be more than one in there."
"There are," he promised. "I wouldn't want to disappoint you."
"Good. Then you should get your boxers off."
"I see you're getting impatient now." Even as he said it, he got off the bed and pushed them down, revealing himself to me.
I bit my lip, drawing his attention to it.
"Tell me what you want," he said as he got back onto the bed.
"Isn't it my turn to ask that?" I reached out and took him in my hand, stroking gently while looking into his eyes. Hopefully, it wasn't going to be enough for him to find his own release, but it would feel good.
"It could be if that's what you want."
I nodded.
"Okay." He tore open the condom and I let go of him so he could roll it on. He propped himself up against the headboard and gestured for me to join him.
My whole body thrummed with anticipation as I straddled him.
"Slowly," he said as he guided himself to my entrance. "You're not the only one who likes to tease the release."
I swallowed hard and lowered myself onto him, my knees resting on either side of his hips. The position brought us close together and he used the chance to cup my cheek and kiss me deeply. There was nothing hurried about any of his movements. There was no doubt he wanted me, but there was also no doubt that he was completely in control of his own pleasure.
He put his hands on my hips and guided me in slow movements that felt like exquisite torture. Somehow, it felt even more intense for us to be doing it like this. There was nothing wrong with hard and fast. I liked that sometimes, but it was different to have someone take their time, and it was like he was truly trying to get to know my body.
I continued to move, a soft cry escaping from me as the angle made it so that pressure was building on a particular spot, one that had the potential to push me right over the edge again if we did this right.
"Ah."
He gave me a quizzical look, but didn't seem very worried about it.
"Good," I murmured, leaning my head against his shoulder. "There."
"Yes."
I had no idea if the word was meant to be him acknowledging that he understood me, or if it was about how he felt himself, but it didn't matter so long as it carried on feeling this good.
The familiar feeling started to grow within me again, and I knew this was going to be it. "I'm going to..."
He slipped his hand between us and pressed his fingers right where I needed them to fly over the edge. A loud sound I wasn't aware I knew how to make escaped from me and I lost all control of myself, the edges of my vision started to blur and it was all I could do to stay upright.
I was barely aware of what was happening with Cupid, there was no way to care when it felt this good.