Chapter 3 #2
“Thank you. I appreciate you telling me I’m rarely right,” he says before biting my neck. It makes me laugh and push away from him, but he captures me just as quickly. “I was also right when I said that spaghetti went well with ice cream.”
“You were not right. That was a horrible food combination. You were eating ice cream like it was your side dish. You had a bite of both on the same fork at one point… it was strange and actually turned me off.”
“Strangely delicious,” Torin says, pulling me in for another kiss.
“I will not be conned by your kisses. You will never convince me they go together!”
He laughs as he hoists me up into his arms.
“I’m going to accidentally drown you,” I warn.
“Gods cannot drown.”
“Kit, don’t let me forget to add that one to the list,” I say. Kit chirps in response. She has no idea what I’m talking about but just enjoys being included.
Torin stills, likely scrutinizing me. “What kind of list? Do you have a list about how to off me?”
“I would never!”
“That’s so sexy.”
I start laughing. “Not everything I do is sexy!”
“Are you sure? Because I think it is. All of it. Even when you eat those disgusting things called bananas. Why are they so gross when they’re so phallus shaped?”
“No… just… don’t defile the bananas like you defiled the corn.”
“For the millionth time, I did not touch that corn in a sexual way.”
“Uh-huh…”
“But I can touch you in a sexual way,” he murmurs as his finger trails down my side and back down to his favorite spot to cup… my ass.
“I hear ya,” I say.
“But do you approve?”
“You know I’m suckered by everything you do. Even when you eat spaghetti and ice cream together.”
Torin chuckles while he pulls me over to what feels like a large rock in the middle of the pond. It’s flat and sleek and when he lays me on it, it’s warm but not hot.
“What are you… oh god.” My words end in a gasp when he doesn’t even hesitate before spreading my legs and taking my mostly soft cock in his mouth.
It doesn’t stay soft for long as he sucks down on it before drawing off.
He’s still in the water, hanging on to the edge of the rock and my leg while he kisses my thigh.
“You’re so very beautiful,” he says as his fingers run up my leg, which I know is partially stained black even though I can’t see it right now. He kisses a line down to the stain and then sucks on my skin. “I just want to eat you up. All of you.”
“Is this your sex rock or something?”
“This is our sex rock,” he says.
“And how many have already visited this rock with you?” I mutter.
He bites my inner thigh, and I don’t have to be able to see his face to know that he’s grinning. His chuckle gives it away. “Is my sweet Riley… jealous?”
“I am definitely not jealous,” I grumble.
Torin returns to teasing my inner thigh, working his way back up toward my cock.
Then he pushes himself up so he’s leaning over me while kneeling on the rock.
I can’t see him because Kit is off pestering Quill, but I can feel the water dripping from his hair onto my face.
I can sense him hovering over me. “I may have had sex with others around here… I have been alive for nearly a thousand years. I’ve admittedly enjoyed many people, but despite all of those years and all of those people, I can swear to you that I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I’ve wanted you.
I’ve never thought about anyone as much as I’ve thought about you.
And I’ve never considered sharing my life with anyone.
Only you. It’s only ever been you, Riley. ”
I briefly feel at a loss for words. A part of me wants to feel guilty. I still have the awareness of what had happened to his people lurking at the back of my mind, but I find myself wanting to be selfish. I want to care only about myself at this moment because the only thing I want is him.
“Will you really choose not to have sex with anyone else? Because I’m not sure I can share you. I know you’re a god of love. I know that your whole thing is—”
He silences me with a kiss which I wasn’t expecting since I couldn’t see it coming.
It’s such a gentle and soft brush of the lips before his tongue slips into my mouth, tangling with mine.
He leaves me nearly breathless as he pulls back and sets his head on my chest. “You’re right…
I’ve never understood the appeal of romance.
I could never figure out what was so good about loving only one person, only having sex with one person…
but Riley, all I can think about is you.
I feel like every minute of the day, my mind is invaded by thoughts of you.
Everything I enjoy, I can’t stop myself from immediately wondering if you’d enjoy it too.
You’ve invaded my mind, and it’s the happiest I’ve ever felt.
I don’t want to let you go. I don’t want anyone else to even look at you.
I feel possessive over you. I would do anything to protect you. I don’t want anyone but you.”
My hand slides into his hair, fingers tightening. “Torin…”
“You don’t have to give me a reply now. But please, Riley, if it’s guilt you feel that’s keeping you from what you want, then please, I beg of you, let it go. You are a good person. You are not the one who did this.”
“What if we find out I really am the same person?” I ask. “What if I just don’t remember?”
“You are good, Riley. You are so good. Even if you are the same person, I will still love you.”
I take a deep breath as the lump in my throat returns. His fingers gently brush my face, pushing my wet hair back.
Torin loves me… he loves me… so can I say it back? Can’t I tell him how I feel? He just gave me a huge spiel about caring for me and I’m over here choking on my own words. I squeeze my eyes shut as tightly as I can before whispering, “I love you too.”
“I know you do,” he says with a kiss to my throat. “I know you love me. Please stop getting mad at yourself, okay?”
I force myself to nod. “Okay.”
“I need more conviction than that.”
“You’ve already gotten a lot,” I tell him.
“I’ve gotten like four words out of you.”
“Five.”
He laughs, and when he pulls me in for a kiss, I wrap my arms around him, kissing him deeper.
“I’ve decided I’m going to fuck you until you can no longer sass me,” he says.
“That’s going to be a lot of fucking. Do you think you can last that long?”
“I know I can last that long.” I hear him drop back into the water before his hands slide up my legs.
“What a beautiful view.”
“Let’s go back to our bed, and… oh fuck.
” My ability to speak disappears when his mouth sinks down on my cock.
He briefly pulls off before driving back down, taking me into his throat, and it feels so fucking good.
All thoughts scatter about how to reply to his long speech, and I decide that my “I love you” will have to be enough.
He seems quite satisfied by it.
Though I want to see what he’s doing, instead, I just have to feel him—feel the way his mouth slides up my cock until he reaches the very tip.
His tongue swirls around it, teasing the head before plunging back down, taking me deep into his throat.
His finger that feels wet with lube slips between my ass cheeks, teasing my hole.
And while his throat tightens around my cock, he pushes a finger inside me.
I groan and my hand finds his hair, fingers gliding between the strands as his finger skillfully rubs my inner walls, sending shockwaves of sensation through me.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper. “It feels so good.”
Torin adds a second finger and I want to tell him that I need him inside me, but the idea of being fucked on this rock keeps me slightly coherent. He quickens his pace on my cock while his fingers press into the spot that makes my toes curl as pleasure rushes through me, making me moan.
“I’m going to come,” I warn him, but instead of pulling off, he sinks down deeper, his mouth and fingers working in tandem until I come with a gasp.
Carefully, he withdraws his fingers and pulls me up until I’m sitting. He climbs up to join me, his hard cock nudging my thigh.
I put a finger on the tip of it and push it back. “Nope.”
“What? You’re going to deprive me of thoroughly enjoying your body?”
“Sure am. Let’s get back to our room and then you can bury this,” I say as I press my finger against his cock, “into this.” I run a finger over my hole, leaving him to eagerly anticipate what’s to come.
He grabs me, lifting me off the rock and dragging me over to the edge in record time. I laugh at how quickly he’s moving. Quill seems to note his urgency because he’s right at the shore waiting for us.
“We don’t have our clothes,” I choke out through my laughter. Kit is back to being focused, so when I look up, I realize how far away our clothes are. But Torin gives no shits as he lifts me onto the back of the creature and leaps on behind me.