Chapter Three
I whistle low in my throat as I walk through the suite door. Yes, suite. The modern space is larger than any place I’ve lived in, it even has a kitchen area.
“Damn,” I chuckle. “How much does matchmaking pay?”
The door clicks shut behind me and within seconds E’s arms are wrapped around my stomach, his pliant body molding against my back. We’re evenly matched in height, yet I feel enveloped by his warmth and softness.
My head dips naturally to the side and he takes the invitation, lips skimming up and down my neck.
“Do you really want to talk about that?” he asks before taking the lobe of my ear between his teeth, and biting down lightly.
My dick jerks from the bit of pain, and I press back against him so I can feel his own arousal hard against my toned ass.
“Not really.”
He sucks the skin, pulling it down before he releases it. “Good.” One of his hands leaves my middle until it’s cupping the visible bulge in my pants. “Because I’d really like to suck your cock.”
“Fuck—” E spins me so we’re face to face. His lips crash into mine before another word can be uttered, and I get swept up in him.
His lips devour mine in hungry kisses, and I open to him willingly. There’s nothing slow about the way he takes my mouth, but I like it. He’s consuming me like a delicious meal, as if he can’t have enough, and needs more.
Our tongues stroke in time together, but I allow him to lead the dance.
He tastes the way he smells, with traces of the wine we drank together.
I can’t get enough, and I devour him back, one of my hands threading through his curls that remind me of silk.
I scratch my nails across his scalp, and he thrusts his cock into mine.
Our moans weave together, and we swallow them down, kissing until we need air.
E sucks on my bottom lip like he did my ear lobe, then bites until I think he’s going to draw blood.
I moan and thrust my hips forward into his, practically humping him.
He bites harder at my encouragement, before pulling back with a chuckle. At the same time, my back hits a wall.
“Are you a pain slut, Theo?” he muses.
“Fuck!”
E palms my cock through my pants then squeezes hard until I hiss.
“Was that a yes?”
“Yes!”
“Hmm, good to know.” He nips at my lips, and grips my cock harder.
“E—”
“Call me, Eros.”
Eros. The Greek god of love and desire. I would know, because I am Greek and have always had a fascination with Greek mythology and the gods. The name suits his looks and his chosen profession—almost too well.
For a moment I focus on his stare, instead of his grip on my cock and the arousal coursing through my body. I search his eyes to see if he’s playing a game with me, but all I find within their stormy blue depths is heat and need. The same heat and need in my brown ones.
“Eros.”
He wets his lips before kissing me firmly. “Good boy.”
My cock throbs, and I lean in for another kiss, but he doesn’t allow it. He grins and dips to kiss my neck, his hands finding my belt. My stomach flips in anticipation of what’s to come—those perfectly bowed pink lips wrapped around my cock.
The metal of my belt jingles and Eros kisses the skin above the V of my sweater, working his way down, as he gets to his knees.
He looks up at me, his cheeks flushed a light pink, and his lips swollen.
He unzips my pants and pulls them down around my ankles.
Leaving my briefs with a wet stain from the pre-cum leaking from the head of my dick.
“Remove your sweater. I want to see you.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I have no shame over my body, or sex. I’ve always been that way.
I shuck the soft material over my head and toss it to the floor, leaning back against the cold wall and looking down at the god on his knees for me.
I know he’s not really a god, that would be ridiculous. But with his name and his god-like features, he is to me—at least for tonight. My very own cupid, sent to take care of me when I needed it. And I’ll make sure to take care of him.
Eros reaches a hand up and trails a finger down my Adonis belt, until he reaches the elastic of my briefs. “You’re beautiful.”
I tug on one of his curls. “So are you.”
His cheek twitches and a second later cool air rushes over my cock as he pulls down my underwear, joining them with my pants around my ankles. My hard shaft bobs from the motion, and I press my head back against the wall on a groan.
“Look at me, Theo.”
Eros grips my thighs, nails digging into the muscle. I look down at him and he’s all serious now.
“Put your cock in my mouth and use me.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
I freeze at his command, caught off guard by the sudden shift.
I’m so used to being the submissive one, and while Eros has been topping from the bottom, I expected him to take control completely—especially after learning I like pain.
I would’ve followed, gladly. But this… this is a surprise.
I might crave submission, but I like to switch, too.
With Ricky, that was never an option. He never liked it when the power tilted the other way.
I pop my shoulders back and take my hard cock in my hand. I stroke it slowly up and down, gaining confidence with each tug. Eros smiles like he’s proud of himself for whatever reason, and I cock a brow at him. Instead of answering he opens his mouth obediently and sticks his pink tongue out.
The action only spurs me. A beautiful man, a willing hole. Offering himself to me so freely. Pre-cum leaks from my slit and I swipe the bead away, bringing it to Eros’ open mouth.
“Suck.”
He closes his lips around my digit, cleaning the translucent liquid away, moaning from my flavor. My cock twitches and I smile at his obedience.
“Want more?”
He hums, sucking my finger deeper in his mouth. I pull it back and gently smack his cheek. Not hard, but enough it had to sting.
“Greedy man.”
“Only for you.”
My heart flutters. If I’m not careful, I’ll fall in love with a man I can’t fall in love with. Especially not now. I take in a breath for strength and grip his cheeks, forcing his mouth to open.
“You want my big cock, Eros?”
He nods. I drop my hand so he can speak, jacking myself with my other hand, and holding the weeping head near his mouth.
“Tell me how much.”
“So much, Theo,” he licks his lips. “It tasted so good, and I need more. Need you to show me how you like to be sucked.”
“Stick your tongue out again.” He does, and his lack of hesitation and willingness to give himself over to me only turns me on more.
Not able to wait another second, I slide the head of my cock on to his waiting tongue. I groan at the wetness of it, but keep going until half of my shaft rests in his perfect mouth.
“Suck.”
Suction and heat are everywhere on my dick.
With nothing to grip onto except for him, my hands find his silken curls, and I grip them in my fingers.
He moans around my cock and I hold him still, taking in air so I don’t blow my load like an amateur.
But Eros feels so good, so hot, and wet. The perfect sleeve for my dick.
“Fuck, beautiful.” The endearment slips out so naturally I don’t even think about it. He moans again and I pull back enough I can see his eyes. He does something like a wave motion with his tongue, and hollows his cheeks, the sensation almost sending me back over the edge.
I grip his hair to stop him, the tug so tight it must hurt, but he doesn’t show any signs of pain. Instead, he does the last thing I expect and winks. Cheeky asshole.
I chuckle, the sound deep and almost demeaning. “Remember to breathe through your nose and tap my thigh three times if it’s too much.”
He smiles around my cock like an idiot and I thrust forward. My shaft is long, and it doesn’t take much for it to hit the back of his throat. He chokes, but doesn’t try to pull away, instead swallowing around my head, as if to ask for more.
I hold onto his curls like bike handles and shift him back until he’s nearly at my tip. He raises a brow, as if to say, “That’s all you’ve got?”
I’ll show him everything I’ve got, and more.
I slide him back down until his nose is at my pubic bone, then pull him back again. I do this over and over in measured strokes, just the way I like.
“Suck me harder, Eros. Show me how good of a fuck sleeve you are for me.”
He moans and suctions until I see white behind my eyes. “Fuck!”
His fingers dig into my thighs, and he pulls me deeper. I should tell him that wasn’t what I asked him to do, but it took my cock further down his throat. He should be gagging or begging for air but he’s not.
Jesus, where did this man come from?
I pick up the movement of his head, using my hips now. I thrust at the same time I pull him down, abusing his throat, and letting the power of the control he’s given me settle into my bones.
It feels good—no, great—and my confidence soars to new heights. A feeling I haven’t felt in a long time.
Is that why he wanted me to do this?
I look down at the man who’s sucking my very soul through my cock. His eyes are open and on me, watering from the force of my movements, and cheeks bulging every time I thrust in. My cock jerks and my balls draw up as my orgasm nears.
“I’m going to come down your throat.”
He moans in response, the vibrations working through my body, and all the way down to my toes. It’s all the permission I need. I dig my fingers into his scalp, and I wait for his nostrils to flare with a breath before I force his face down, pressing his nose to my groin, and smothering his breath.
I come on a loud grunting growl, my cock unloading down his tight throat. He swallows around me, drinking me down, and not even trying to pull away. I hold him to me as my hips jerk and my body shudders, making him take every single drop.
Worried I’m going to kill him, I pull him back by his curls, my softening cock slipping from his lips. He’s not dead, far from it. The lazy smile on his lips, which I’ve come to know must be a signature of his, is present, and his cheeks are slightly damp from how I made his eyes water.
I release his hair and take his cheeks in my palms, brushing away the wetness with my thumbs.
For a moment, I debate what to say. Thank you is on my lips—a thank-you for giving me back the control I’d lost, not to mention the best head of my life—but I don’t need to say it.
He can see it in my eyes and in my touch.
I pull him up until we’re eye to eye, holding him to me. “You good?”
His nose brushes mine. “What do you think?”
I chuckle, my hands traveling down his waist, his plush body feeling right against my skin. When I reach his belt buckle, he stops me.
Disappointment rolls through me. “What is it?”
Eros brings my hands to his lips and kisses them. “It’s my turn to use you.”
My soft cock starts to harden again. “That was my hope.”
“I’m glad we’re on the same page,” he kisses one of my palms. “Now get on the bed,” his kiss turns into a suck before he bites down onto the sensitive skin. He only releases me when I gasp.
“Eros—"
He bites down again, before he looks up at me with a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. “I have plans for you, my little pain slut,” he licks where he just bit. “Now get on the bed before I make you.”