Chapter 8 #2
His head came up and an eerie green light came from his eyes, so strong she saw it skim across her skin. “Tell me you want this.”
“Yes. Yes, Plutus. I want this. I want you.”
As soon as the last syllable was out of her mouth, his lips slammed down hard on her own.
The kiss promised delightful and wicked things, maybe an edge of enjoyable pain with his pointed fangs nipping at her lips.
His flexible tongue soothed the ache and pressed his advantage until she opened for him.
He groaned when her tongue met his own, as if the taste of her was too much.
She knew the feeling. His taste, his smell, the sweetness of tongue and fang tore her open and gathered her up again in a new configuration. One solely concerned with pleasure.
As he scoured her mouth, one of his clawed hands moved down to her shoulder, snaking between her neck and the brick until he gripped the zipper of her dress.
She leaned into him, taking more of his tongue and moaning at the feeling, as his claws lowered the zipper.
The fabric gaped at her front for a second before he pulled away from her lips and tugged it down her arms and down her body, so it pooled at her pink-clad feet.
The god let out a curse, seeing her in what she thought was a simple and serviceable black cotton bra and bikini brief set.
He didn’t seem to care. Not as he dropped his head to lave her nipple through the fabric.
Not when he dropped to his knees and used that marvelous tongue to flick over the front of her already damp panties.
“Plutus,” she moaned, grabbing onto his golden horns for balance. And maybe to keep him where he was.
“Hhhhmmmm?” he teased, moving to kiss across her trembling thighs.
“Damn it,” she huffed out. “I need more.”
He looked up at her from his knees, his smile hungry and his eyes impossibly green and his face too beautiful for words even when she was usually so damn good with words, and she felt too wobbly to stand for a second.
He must have sensed it, because he stood and scooped her up in his arms in a single heartbeat.
Then they moved from the wall over to the floor, him laying her gently down on one of several lush silk cushions now littering the floor.
She didn’t have time to think about where they came from, because he rose above her, tall and imposing in all his godly glory.
Plutus didn’t tease. He ripped off his jacket, shirt, shoes, socks, and pants, until all he had left was a tight set of gray boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the giant bulge twitching there.
E rose on her knees, licking her lips as she traced the outline with her fingers. He clamped a hand down hard on her wrist. “Oh, no, E. You do too much of that I may embarrass myself.”
She pouted and he teased as he cupped his dick through his boxers. “Oh, you want it, little one? Tell me you want it.”
“Please, Plutus. I want your cock.”
She could’ve sworn she saw it jump even through the fabric, and with another broken curse, he gave her what she wanted. He kept her raised hand away and used the other hand to pull his dick from its confines.
“Oh my,” was all she could say at the sight. Obviously it was big. She’d known that much from the boxer outline. What she hadn’t thought about was what it might look like. And how it might be different from a human man.
The general shape was the same, sure, so no worries about it not fitting, but it would give her a good stretch.
Like the rest of his skin, it glittered with what looked like gold dust. Except for his balls and head, which were solid gold, like metal made flesh.
Along the shaft, he also had large, raised rings of gold melded to his flesh that looked to have tiny ridges along the outside, like a coin.
She licked her lips at the sight and he growled, dropping her wrist to grip his dick in one hand and pump it hard. “None of that, either. Not tonight.”
Nope. Not tonight. What she needed then was him, deep in her, without delay. The need for it pounded in her, a rhythm she hoped like hell he’d match.
E spun around on her cushion, going down on her hands and sticking her ass in the air. She looked back at him over her shoulder and simply said, “Fuck me, Plutus.”
He didn’t need encouragement, apparently, because he dropped down to his own cushion and lined that golden dick up to her dripping lips. She felt a nudge then the first stretch. A hiss of pleasure left her lips, but she wanted more. Needed more.
Plutus was going too damn slow, and she tried to push back on him, but he stopped her with a clawed hand to her hip. “Still,” he growled, the demand itself enough to leave her panting.
She practiced patience as he nudged and pushed, slow and sure, for agonizing minutes. Minutes he could have been fucking her, but he was being too easy. She practically clawed at the cushions in front of her by the time she felt his hips hit her ass.
“Yesss,” he hissed out, and she felt him drape over her. His tongue flicked the shell of her ear and she whispered. “Brace, little one. My patience has ended.”
“Thank god.”
“Yes, thank me. Loudly.” Then he snapped his hips back and drilled into her again with surprising speed and force. She scooted a good six inches across the floor on her cushion but he brought her back with a hard arm wrapping around her belly.
Then he fucked her.
E didn’t think about much as he drove in and out. Couldn’t, really. She focused on the feel of his golden cock in her, the drag and pulse of those rings around his dick. The pleasure was almost too much, and in a few short minutes her arms gave out on her, so she lowered her face to the cushion.
Plutus grabbed her hair and lifted her head up and inch to turn it to the left. “Not on your face, E,” he said as he took a break from fucking her. “I want to hear those moans.”
She hadn’t realized how loud she’d been, or that she’d made much noise at all. “Oh, fuck, Plutus.”
“That’s what I’m doing,” he said with a dark chuckle, and she would’ve laughed if he hadn’t hit a spot inside her that had her cry out in bliss.
“Give. Me. Everything,” he said as he smacked into her from behind. And she did. He wrung it out of her. The orgasm hit with blinding force, a subway car of pleasure taking out everything else in its wake.
She barely registered his stuttered pace, his swift exit from her. She did feel the hot seed he shot on her back with a deep grunt of pleasure. Then she collapsed on the string of pillows beneath her. Plutus fell at her side.
E turned to him and said, “We maybe should have discussed this before, but thank you for pulling out before we discussed it.”
He stared at her, eyes searching her face, before he smirked. “True. Coming in you requires a talk, at the very least.”
She laughed, quick and sharp, then rested her head on her arms. “I’m on birth control, as you know from the pharmacy today. I’m also clean.”
“Gods don’t get human diseases or infections of any kind,” he offered before he grabbed a strand of her hair and started twisting it around one claw. “It’s also very hard for gods to have children. Requires magic more often than not.”
“Good to know those random Zeus stories aren’t all true.”
“Oh, they are. He’s just an ass. Wait here,” he whispered, before he landed a soft kiss on her forehead and padded naked down the hallway.
She tried not to think too much, tried to still bask in the afterglow, and when he returned with a washcloth and cleaned her up, she also tried not to think of that.
“So, you know, if you want to, you can?”
“Hhmm?” he asked, zeroed in on the washcloth skimming her skin.
“I’m clean, you’re clean. No babies likely. No more need to pull out. I don’t mind. That is if, in the future, this happens again—”
His snapped up almost too quick to track. Suddenly he was all she could see. Her breath caught at the flash of pain she saw there, before the crinkle of a smirk chased it away. “I’d bet money it will happen again, little one.”
She snorted, ignoring his ghost of pain. “It’s not a guarantee.”
“Maybe not,” he purred, throwing the rag to land with a plop before his horns and handsome face came to hover over her. His searching look gave him something because he smiled, open and confident. “I’d still place the bet.”
She pushed at him, his rock-solid body not budging from her shove. He did move, however, and she rose. “You’re careless with money. Spend it on all kinds of frivolous things.”
He leaned close into her, his voice sending shivers down her spine. “Betting on you is not such a frivolous thing.”
E couldn’t reply, what with the tingles starting all over again despite her very nice orgasms only minutes before. She tried to pull up anger, or at least snark, but she found something else instead. It'd been an eventful barely twenty-four hours, and she was exhausted.
Plutus scooped her up, depositing her in her small bed. He lingered at the edge of her bed a beat before he asked, “Can I sleep with you tonight?”
His green eyes, so often sure, looked vulnerable, so she nodded and scooted over toward the wall. His head dipped, his green eyes alight with thanks for some odd reason. As if she gave him some gift by letting him sleep next to her in the small double bed.