Cupid

Chapter 5

She asks for the masks to stay on and I’m almost too quick to agree. Maybe it makes me an asshole, and maybe I’ll have to answer for this at some point if pearly gates are in my future, but it would be worth it. If her mask stays on, it would make it that much easier to imagine her.

The moment I saw Psyche, my stomach hit the floor. Tunnel vision kicked in and she was all I saw. I don’t even remember what the blonde was telling me when I left her but I was being pulled helplessly across the room by some invisible force.

Psyche’s willowy cadence evokes a softness inside of me I associate with exactly one person.

The one person I’m not allowed to have, the one person I know I would never see here, the one person I can never fully get out of my head.

When Psyches speaks, it’s as if Harper stands before me, but I know not to believe in wishful thinking.

Psyche. How ironic. Psyche is Eros' counterpart, his wife.

I never understood why Maxine insists on code names during these types of events or her insistent need to give everyone a nickname in general.

She’s done it for as long as I’ve known her.

Maxine was the one to give me the name Eros, years ago when we first met while getting our MBA’s, something about being from Cupid and looking the way I did.

Two years in school was all we needed to solidify our friendship.

We couldn’t be more different but Maxine is my actual best friend.

Nothing like the surface level friendship I have with Dan, one that only works if he’s getting what he needs out of me and I get…

Well, there’s nothing I need from him so I guess it’s a bit one sided.

For her fortieth birthday, I gave her enough start-up funds for Midnights, and my only caveat was I got a designated room. She was all too happy to oblige.

Psyche’s fingers fiddle with the slit of her dress, with one arm crossing her body to hold onto the other. Nerves pouring out of her like rapid rivers.

“Psyche.” Her head snaps to the sound of my voice and I suck in the urge to groan. I’ve been near her for all of two minutes and she’s already everything I want.

Maxine has an affinity for women who like to test the boundaries she sets. I, however, prefer women who put their trust in me and know that with a little time, I will give them everything they crave.

“You’re nervous.”

She shifts in her heels and breathes out a laugh. “Am I that obvious?”

Crossing the room I make my way to her, planting myself in front of her in the same fashion as I did in the main room.

“No, you’re not, I just happen to be very good at noticing details.

” With very little effort, I sink to my knees before her and notice the quick change in her breath.

“While I get you comfortable, why don’t you tell me about yourself,” I say, hoping maybe an exchange in details will help loosen her up.

But when my fingers curl around her ankle, she stiffens.

“It doesn’t have to be anything personal, it can be anything you want. ”

She silently watches me through the openings of her mask but doesn’t shrink out of my grasp when I slowly lift her foot and slip the strap out of the buckle around her ankle. The heel falls off her foot and I set it to the side.

Still not a word, so I do the same to the other and allow myself the simple pleasure of finally touching her soft skin.

“Thank you,” she murmurs as I stand and watch her toes flex lightly against the hardwood floor. “What do you want to know?”

Circling around her, not unlike a hawk searching for prey, I don’t answer until I’m at her back.

“How about why you're here?” My fingers thread through the strands of her dark hair and Harper flashes through my mind. There’s a special place in the pits of Hell for me, I’m sure of it, but I can’t bring myself to care.

I brush the silky locks to the side to expose the top of her zipper and I’m seconds away from dragging it down when she responds.

“I’m very”—she pauses for a second—“new to this.”

My movements halt. I already know it’s her first time here, so did she mean clubs in general, or God forbid—“New to sex?” I reluctantly question, trying my best to keep panic out of my voice.

That is the last thing I need. I can teach a woman who is new to the club, but I don't know if I can teach a virgin. I can, but I don’t know if I want to.

“What? No. I’m not a virgin I just meant experiences like this, the club, with a person I don’t know and can’t see. Things like that,” she rushes to say.

Relief washes over me.

“Do you want to go through the list?” I ask, running the tips of my fingers along her shoulders.

She shakes her head. “I’m afraid I’m a little boring.” Psyche turns her head to look at me through the mask. If I could see her, I’m sure a blush would be running across her cheeks.

“Impossible,” I say, dragging my fingertips across her shoulder blades. Every featherlight touch darkens my vision until she is the only thing I see at the end of my tunnel vision. “What is it that you want?”

Psyche’s heartbeat thuds against my finger tips continue to skate along her back and down her spine. Everything I’m made of, every molecule, every atom, wants to consume her until we’re nothing but a tangled mess of limbs and sweat.

Through the mask the faint scent of jasmine envelopes me as her head drops back, resting against my shoulder as a deep sigh pushes from her chest. It’s my favorite type of noise, heavy with want and the sense she's starving for my touch.

I repeat my question. “What do you want?”

“I-I don’t know,” she finally answers, and it’s exactly what I’m hoping for.

Years of experience tell me her timid reply isn’t just nervousness but an admission.

No one automatically knows what they like in bed.

It takes time, effort and the right partner to carve out the parts of ourselves we keep tucked away.

Some people live their entire lives without figuring it out.

It’s one reason Maxine started Midnights.

“Can I show you what I think you’ll like?” I whisper with my lips hovering near her ear.

Her nod is subtle but it’s there.

“Are you on birth control?”

She shifts and nods again.

These are sexy questions but they’re necessary.

“Would you prefer I wear a condom?” The words are clinical, but needed and I almost lose it when she whispers “no”.

She’s fucking perfect.

“You remember the safe word you were given?”

Everyone that comes into Midnights has one, and everyone’s is the same to avoid any confusion. Psyche sucks in a breath as I toy with her zipper, waiting for her answer. “Olympus.”

Maxine always did love her mythology references.

“Good. You hold all the power here. If you want to stop, at any point, all you have to do is say the word.”

“Okay.”

There’s a howling urge to tear the dress from her body and fuck her into the mattress until she’s nothing but a sobbing mess of pleasure. Eventually I’ll get there, but she’s as timid as a deer and would probably run if I lead with that.

Inch by inch, the teeth of the zipper part, exposing more of her skin until I hit the end and the flimsy fabric slinks to the floor with the slightest tug.

Red pools at her feet and I think some sort of animalistic noise escapes me once she’s bare.

I’m not entirely sure because I am utterly captivated by her.

Every thought in my head is replaced by her.

I want nothing but her.

I need nothing but her.

I desire nothing but her.

And it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I’ve never been this affected by a woman, especially not one I’ve just met and one whose face I can’t even see.

With steady steps I circle her like a vulture until we’re standing in front of each other and the sound erupts from me again.

This entire time, the only thing between us was her dress; underneath, she’s completely bare.

Not an inch of lace or frills, just her.

Full tits, heavy with need, heave with each deep breath.

Both adorned with rosy pink nipples that pebble into hardened points as I brush my fingers across them.

Her breathing picks up at my touch and her mouth drops in a loud gasp when I take one of the stiff peaks between my fingers in a light pinch.

“Eros,” she breathes, and I suddenly wish she knew my name and the masks were gone. She would look phenomenal on her knees with my cock slipping between her lips. Fuck these masks suck. I won’t be able to feel her lips on mine or bury my face between her legs to taste her.

Maybe I can ask her to come back? Maybe she’ll want to see me again without them because I’m starting to realize how restricting they are.

So I tell her, because if I’m suffering, then I’m going to make sure she knows what she’s missing. “Normally, I’d spend my time between these pretty thighs, eating until I’ve had my fill, but these masks would make that difficult.”

My hand trails down her soft stomach until my hand cups her center. Warmth seeps into my palm and without thinking, her hips slant forward, searching for the pressure I know she wants.

I suppress a laugh. “What should I do with you instead?” I question but I’m already a goner, there’s no use in holding back. Slipping my hand further between her thighs, I let my middle finger dip between her slit.

We’ve barely begun and yet she is already slick with arousal and there is little resistance as I let myself inside of her. Her legs part on their own, opening herself further. Enough for me to add another finger.

“Should I have you come on my hand right here in the middle of the room?” My fingers slowly plunge in and out of her as each breath catches on the one that follows. “Standing in front of me to use however I want?”

Pressing the heel of my hand against her clit forces a tangled cry from her.

Behind the mask, I finally notice her eyes are a chocolate brown as they flash with need.

Each stroke of my fingers quickly pulls her to the edge of her first orgasm.

It’s quicker than I expected but better than anything I could imagine.

I wonder how many times I can get her to come for me tonight? Not that it's a test, but four seems like a reasonable number.

Each passing second, she grows wetter, until my palm is slick with her. “Can you take one more angel?” I ask as I place my free hand along her neck, my thumb pressing under her chin, forcing her to look at me.

“Yes, please,” she whimpers.

That’s all it took. That simple fucking word.

I feel like I’m strapped onto a rocket about to be launched into space.

I don’t know what it is about that word but it twists my insides and makes me feel important.

Like I’m the only one who can give this to her, something she desperately wants and is willing to even beg me for.

I add a third finger into her already tight channel and her pussy flutters around me. Clamping down and sucking me in as if it craves the stretch.

Psyche moans, guttural, raw and so fucking needy it makes my cock weep inside my pants.

I force her head to stay up and she keeps her eyes locked with mine as the room fills with the wet sounds of her as I pump in and out of her with a building pace.

When her thighs begin to tremble I know she’s close. Her breathing picks up, stalling every few seconds when I curl and hit that spot inside of her that forces her eyes to squeeze shut.

“I think I’m going to—” she pants out.

“I know, Sweet Girl. Can you give me one right here?”

I’m not sure if she’s registering me at all, as she loses herself in the moment.

“Eros, I’m going to…” Her sentence cuts off with silent scream as she falls off into an abyss of ecstasy.

I don’t stop, I don’t let up. She rides my hand without abandon, wildly bucking her hips as she cascades along with the climax tearing through her. A deep rose blush crawls across her chest and her hands latch onto my arms, fingers digging into my skin, and it’s fucking beautiful.

After a moment, she drifts back down, and her body sags slightly but stays up right as I pull my hand from her.

Carefully, I lift the bottom of my mask just enough to slip my fingers underneath and pop them in my mouth. I don’t think I could’ve stopped myself even if I wanted to. The need to have her taste on my tongue is powerful and too much for me to resist.

She tastes exactly like I want her to—musky, light, and all woman.

“You are unreal,” I say as I unwillingly slip my fingers from my mouth. I invade her, pressing her chest against mine, I walk her backward until her knees hit the bed and then let her fall back.

“One down, but I need you to give me at least three more.”