Chapter 9 – Medusa #2
I hate how my gaze clings to the hard, fine lines of his chest and stomach. And when he strips off the shirt and puts it beside us, all I can see are the muscles of his arms. Big, strong.
If he wasn’t Byron, if this wasn’t all an act, I’d reach up, curl my hands around his arms, and touch the tempting muscles like I owned them, like he was mine.
He reaches for the statue again, and hides it in his shirt beside us.
I see the relief on his face when he’s done, and he settles over me a little less tensely. His gaze focuses back on me, and for the life of me I don’t know what he’s thinking. Probably something about me being a monster again.
Instead, he places his arms on both sides of my head, capturing me beneath him in a way that makes every muscle in my body heat up.
“What now?” I whisper.
“Fuck if I know,” he says, but his gaze is on my lips.
It takes a second to remember to breathe. “I guess just stay like this until they’re not looking.”
“Yeah.” He shifts again, and I’m pleasantly aware of his erection yet again.
Closing my eyes, I picture it. Gods, no wonder this man was so cocky. He’s huge. Perfect. Long and thick and unlike anything I’ve seen before. He’s got the kind of dick that a woman dreams about riding to ecstasy.
Damn him. I wish he had a tiny nub. I could stop fantasizing about some shriveled up, crooked mess.
“Why don’t you have snakes?”
My eyes fly open. He’s still staring. “Snakes?”
“In your hair?”
I laugh. “That’s just a myth. Like gargoyles being monstrous.”
To my surprise, his lips curl into a studly smile. “Are you saying I’m handsome?”
I raise a brow. “You know damn well you’re good looking. I’m sure the gargoyle ladies are all over you.”
His smile fades. “Not so much.”
“So you’re not constantly banging?”
He looks even more miserable. “No, it’s been a long time since I…”
“Banged?” I smile, feeling a bit better. “Is that why your control is so shitty?”
He makes a sound, almost like a laugh, and then he stiffens. “Not all of us are in relationships.”
Staring down at his chest, I bring my hands up from my sides, placing them between us. “I didn’t exactly say I was in a relationship.”
“Your boyfriend—“
“My ex.”
He looks smug again. “So that’s why you were considering banging the water nymph?”
I smack his chest. “What is with you and this nymph?”
“I don’t know.” And his voice takes on a strange tone. “I guess I thought after you’d spent the day riding my dick, I wouldn’t immediately find you naked with a nymph.”
“You’re jealous!”
His gaze narrows. “I’m not!”
“You so are!” I laugh. “Oh my goodness, you’re jealous of a nymph!”
“I’m not!” he growls.
But I can’t hold back my laughter. “Oh come on, did you really think I was going to just start having sex with a stranger? He just interrupted…”
I clamp my mouth shut.
But it’s too late. He grins. “Interrupted what?”
I can see him searching his memories. And I know the second he remembers, because his expression grows triumphant. “You were getting yourself off!”
My damn cheeks grow hot. “Whatever. I’m a big girl. I can do what I want.”
He settles himself more deeply between my thighs, and my entire core hums at his erection pressing between my legs. “So, maybe I’m not only one who enjoyed our flight.”
I find myself stroking his chest. “I think Eros’ magic might be affecting us a bit, because I don’t think I remember you ever being this talkative. Or charming.”
“I’m charming?” he grins. “I don’t think I’ve ever been called that before.”
A strange chattering comes near our heads. We look to find two of Eros’ people holding out cups. We take them, chug the drinks, and give them back.
I freeze, licking my lips. That tasted familiar.
“Was that straight ambrosia?” Byron asks, a strange note to his voice.
My thoughts grow fuzzy, and I let out a little breath. “That doesn’t make sense. A cup of ambrosia would kill a human.”
The world grows brighter. Turning my head to the side, I see Eros standing in the shadows. The god wears a golden robe, like some kind of playboy. It’s tied loosely, revealing his furry chest and aroused dick. And, he’s watching us, a twinkle in his eyes that I don’t like.
Byron groans above me, and I turn back to him.
His eyes are squeezed shut. His jaw locks, and I swear he’s fighting something.
“Byron?”
His eyes snap open, and I’m overwhelmed by the raw desire in his gaze. “Fuck it.”
I don’t have time to react. His lips descend on mine, and I’m lost. His lips taste like heaven, a smoky sweetness that makes me burn from the inside out.
I grab his hair and pull him closer. And this time, he doesn’t jerk away. His kiss deepens. His hands move to my hips, and he pulls me harder against his erection.
All thoughts are gone. Just a need to have this man inside me.
I wrap my legs around his back, and he groans above me, breaking our kiss.
His hands slide beneath my dress, and in seconds, he’s lifting it off of me and tossing it next to us. His expression is desperate as he leans down, his mouth closing around one of my nipples. I moan, holding him closer as he feverishly licks and sucks, while his hands roam over my breasts.
This man is something else. Because it’s like he’s starved for my breasts.
He licks, sucks, and nibbles on them. Every time I think he’s finished, he presses his face in the valley of my breasts, and breathes as if he’s trying to control himself, his thumb rolling my nipples, then, a second later, he returns to them.
I’ve never been lavished like this before. And I love every second of it.
But he’s not the only one who gets to have fun.
I tug his head back, then run my hands down his chest to his pants. He watches my every move, his eyes dark and full of need as I slide the zipper down on his shorts.
I swear to the gods that when I pull his long shaft free our bodies shudder together. Stroking him up and down, I hold him like I own every inch of it. I drink in the look on his face. The one that says he’s overwhelmed with need.
My hands curl more tightly around him, and my speed increases as I pump him. His long shaft feels as hard as metal beneath my touch, and my mind spins with the image of riding this beautiful cock.
He shudders again above me, swears, and pushes my hand away.
Shedding his shorts, I think he’s going to plunge into me. I want him to plunge into me.
Instead, his head drops between my thighs and I gasp as his lips press into my folds. It’s unreal. A dream. A fantasy I’m going to wake up from, dripping wet.
He’s so good. Oh so good. His touch gentle, coaxing my arousal higher and higher. He brushes his lips inside of me, electrifying me. And when he starts to lick, I cry out his name, feeling myself about to lose control.
“Byron,” I pant. “I need you.”
He raises his mouth, and I’m amazed by how he looks at me.
Moving up my body, he lays on top of me again. Grabbing my wrists, he moves them so they’re above my head, then presses them to the bed.
“Want me to fuck you?”
I nod.
“I need you to say it,” he growls.
“Fuck me.”
He leans forward and bites my ear. Then, hot breath panting against me, he whispers. “You keep your eyes open. I want you to know it’s me inside of you. Me fucking you.”
Goose bumps move across my skin, but all I can do is nod.
Putting both my wrists into one of his hands, he reaches down with his free one and grabs my hip. My legs lift and curl around his back once more. Immediately, I gasp. His tip is at my entrance. He dips himself lower, right into my wet folds.
I can’t breathe. It feels incredible.
His tip shifts, sliding in my wetness, but not entering me. I move my hips, brushing myself harder against him. His breathing increases, and then he’s easing into me.
My body quivers. He’s massive. Barely squeezing into my tight channel. If I wasn’t so wet, so ready, there’s no way I could take this big gargoyle.
But I am ready. And the size of him, along with my slickness, creates the most delicious friction.
If he wasn’t holding down my wrists, my entire body would be lifting off this bed. But instead, he keeps me in place as he slides deeper and deeper.
When he gets to his hilt, he kisses my ear. “Your pussy is the tightest fucking thing I’ve ever felt, and I’m going to make it mine.”
I nod, and he kisses down my throat.
When he pulls back out, my eyes fly open and lock with his. And then, he’s plunging back in.
I have no words. No thoughts. Nothing.
This feeling is unreal. It’s bringing me to life. Awakening within me things that I thought were dead.
When he moves his hips, thrusting in and out of me, I’m lost. I cling to him, letting this big gargoyle take me closer to the edge with each movement. I strain against the hand that pins me down, but there’s no escape. I’m his. His to do with what he wishes.
And what he wants… it’s exactly what I want.
In and out. In and out. A perfect moment I never want to end.
But the end is near, bright and real. Each second I’m brought closer and closer until at last, I cry out, and tumble over the edge. I’m nothing but nerves. But pleasure.
This feeling… it’s like a beautiful death. Or maybe a rebirth.
The woman I was is gone, replaced by this bright light. A being of just feelings.
He shudders above me, and I feel him explode inside of me. His cum is warm and delicious. He continues to move inside of me, his sticky sweetness coating us both.
After several long seconds, he collapses on top of me.
We lay that way for a long time, and then he slowly lifts his head up and looks at me. He doesn’t say a word, but he doesn’t need to. He felt it too. Whatever this is. It’s powerful.
Instead, of speaking, he reaches down and starts to stroke my clit.
“Byron!” I gasp.
“Now, you’re going to turn around, and I’m going to fuck you all over again.”
My body quivers in anticipation.
This is going to be a long night. And I don’t mind it one bit.