Eros. The Greek god of love and desire. I would know, because I am Greek and have always had a fascination withGreek mythology and the gods. The name suits his looks and his chosen profession—almosttoowell.
For a moment I focus on his stare, instead of his grip on my cock and the arousal coursing through my body. I search his eyes to see if he’s playing a game with me, but all I find within their stormy blue depths is heat and need. The same heat and need in my brown ones.
“Eros.”
He wets his lips before kissing me firmly. “Good boy.”
My cock throbs, and I lean in for another kiss, but he doesn’t allow it. He grins and dips to kiss my neck, his hands finding my belt. My stomach flips in anticipation of what’s to come—those perfectly bowed pink lips wrapped around my cock.
The metal of my belt jingles and Eros kisses the skin above the V of my sweater, working his way down, as he gets to his knees. He looks up at me, his cheeks flushed a light pink, and his lips swollen. He unzips my pants and pulls them down around my ankles. Leaving my briefs with a wet stain from the pre-cum leaking from the head of my dick.
“Remove your sweater. I want to see you.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I have no shame over my body, or sex. I’ve always been that way.
I shuck the soft material over my head and toss it to the floor, leaning back against the cold wall and looking down at the god on his knees for me.
I know he’s not really a god, that would be ridiculous. But with his name and his god-like features, he is to me—at least for tonight. My very own cupid, sent to take care of me when I needed it. And I’ll make sure to take care of him.
Eros reaches a hand up and trails a finger down my Adonis belt, until he reaches the elastic of my briefs. “You’re beautiful.”
I tug on one of his curls. “So are you.”
His cheek twitches and a second later cool air rushes over my cock as he pulls down my underwear, joining them with my pants around my ankles. My hard shaft bobs from the motion, and I press my head back against the wall on a groan.
“Look at me, Theo.”
Eros grips my thighs, nails digging into the muscle. I look down at him and he’s all serious now.
“Put your cock in my mouth and use me.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
I freeze at his command, caught off guard by the sudden shift. I’m so used to being the submissive one, and while Eros has been topping from the bottom, I expected him to take control completely—especially after learning I like pain. I would’ve followed, gladly. But this… this is a surprise. I might crave submission, but I like to switch, too. With Ricky, that was never an option. He never liked it when the power tilted the other way.
I pop my shoulders back and take my hard cock in my hand. I stroke it slowly up and down, gaining confidence with each tug. Eros smiles like he’s proud of himself for whatever reason, and I cock a brow at him. Instead of answering he opens his mouth obediently and sticks his pink tongue out.
The action only spurs me. A beautiful man, a willing hole. Offering himself to me so freely. Pre-cum leaks from my slit and I swipe the bead away, bringing it to Eros’ open mouth.
“Suck.”
He closes his lips around my digit, cleaning the translucent liquid away, moaning from my flavor. My cock twitches and I smile at his obedience.
“Want more?”
He hums, sucking my finger deeper in his mouth. I pull it back and gently smack his cheek. Not hard, but enough it had to sting.
“Greedy man.”
“Only for you.”
My heart flutters. If I’m not careful, I’ll fall in love with a man I can’t fall in love with. Especially not now. I take in a breath for strength and grip his cheeks, forcing his mouth to open.
“You want my big cock, Eros?”
He nods. I drop my hand so he can speak, jacking myself with my other hand, and holding the weeping head near his mouth.
