He thrusts deeper and harder, this angle giving him a greater range of movement.
“I could fuck you forever,” he says.
I want to say I’d let him, but his hand wraps around my cock and before I can blink, I’m coming. Jets of white cum splash over my lower abs and his hand. Fireworks explode behind my eyelids, and I cry out. I’ve come so much tonight I didn’t think this orgasm would be much of anything, but I was fucking wrong. It consumes me, my body convulsing and my ass squeezing Eros’ cock still thrusting inside me, prolonging my orgasm.
“Fuck, Theo. That’s it, keep coming for me.”
Eros squeezes the cum from my cock, and I pry my eyes open to look at him. He’s staring down at me, his brow creased and a bead of sweat sliding from the crown of his hair.
“Come, Eros.”
He jacks my spent cock and shakes his head. “Not yet.”
“Kiss me.”
He lowers my legs from his shoulders and shifts forward. I wrap my legs around his back to pull him deeper into me. My softening cock presses against his round stomach, and he finds my lips. My cum is sticky between us, but I don’t care. The messier we are at the end of this, the better.
He kisses me like I asked, our lips moving slow and languid instead of hard and fast. He fucks into me slower now, too, like he savoring the feel of his cock inside me, and the taste of our tongues massaging together.
I cup his cheek, my other hand on his waist. I feel his cock twitch in my ass, and I know he’s close but holding back. He has to come. Ineedhim to come. I need to feel him succumb to his pleasure because of me.
I clench my abs and ass, gripping his cock inside me. He releases my mouth to moan, his lips falling to my shoulder where he bites down like he did on my neck.
“Come, Eros.”
I draw him as close as possible, pulling him in by my legs and wrapping my arms around him. There’s a pause where I think he won’t listen, but his hips pull back against my grip and he thrusts his fat cock deep inside me, his body shaking as he finally allows himself to release.
I can’t feel him fill me up, but I imagine it. Imagine his hot cum painting my insides as he fucks into me, riding his orgasm and releasing his spend into the condom. I continue to hold him while he jerks and moans, his lips finding mine again as he starts to come down.
There’s a moment after it’s all over—after he’s discarded the condom and we’re lying in bed—when we just stare at each other in the quiet aftermath of everything that’s happened. I swearhe’s glowing, light seeming to spill from his pores like he’s some kind of angel.
No…the god he’s named after.
“Eros,” I breathe, bringing my hand up to tug on a curl. “Where did you come from?”
He lazily strokes my chest hair, his eyes dropping to watch the rise and fall of my chest. “You mean, where do I live?”
I should say yes, that’s what I meant, it would be logical to ask that, but…
I stare at the man who just fucked me within an inch of my life. Who made me come so many times tonight I’m questioning how it was possible. The glow in his skin hasn’t gone, and there’s something about him that is…different. I’ve felt it since the moment we met.
“I don’t know what I’m asking you,” I respond truthfully.
He rests his hand over my heart and looks back into my eyes. They’re back to their stormy blue, no longer black with lust.
Eros releases a quiet breath that fans out over my skin and makes me shiver. “There’s something I should tell you about me.”
He’s so serious my stomach flips over, and I find myself sitting up and pulling away from him. I should find my clothes for this conversation, because the only thing I could think of that would match the seriousness of his tone is that he’s going to tell me he lied to me. That he’s a cheater and he has a wife and kids somewhere in a sunny state. That he shouldn’t have fucked me.
“Theo,” Eros sits up. “It’s not what you think.”
I stand up off the bed, not caring that I’m naked and a mess. “I think it is. And now I think I should go.”
Eros follows me and as I attempt to move around him to go and get my clothes, my eyes catch a glint of something gold and shiny on the ground near my feet.
“Is that?” I pick it up, my heart thudding in my ears. Smooth golden shaft that’s cool to the touch, feathered white fletching on one side, and a pointed tip on the other. It’s an arrow. An honest to god arrow.
What the hell?
