I am most definitely hallucinating.
Though despite Brian’s awareness that he was descending into madness, he could not fight her command. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and suddenly a cold chill wrapped around him, the sound of flapping wings a faint murmur in the wind.
It was as if the world had changed, but at the same time he hadn’t moved, yet he felt... displaced. When he opened his eyes, dizziness overcame him, and Athena held him still. He searched the room, and he was certain he’d only been on the corner by the DeLux Cafe moments ago.
How did they get... where was he?
“Where am I?” he asked, confused as his gaze settled on a white marble statue of none other than the Goddess Athena herself. How fitting for a beautiful woman who shared her namesake.
“You are safe, if that is what you are worried about,” Athena said as she looked at him.
The room was sleek and modern, yet ornate and antiquated. It looked like a cross between an old roman bathhouse and Christian Grey’s apartment in that Fifty Shades movie he’d seen whilst perusing his nightly movie selections. Though he’d had to shut off the movie for it was a bit too much for him, with all the terrible dialogue and what not.
Brian’s brain buzzed with questions, the librarian in him dying to know more.
Even if this is a hallucination, you don’t have to be a nerd. For once.
“Are you a supervillain? Is this your evil lair?” he asked with a small laugh as he set his hand on her hip. Athena’s eyes sparkled with delight.
“I can assure you I am not a supervillain, but yes. I suppose you could call this my lair,” she said with a twist of her lips as she brought them down to his neck, just below his ear.
Brian let out a groan as her lips pressed over the tender flesh there, noting how it caused his blood to rush.
He let his hand travel over Athena’s hip, pulling her closer. He slid his hand up the expanse of her back as he ground himself against her and she giggled again.
If this was a hallucination, what was the harm in engaging?
CHAPTER3
Athena pulledher lips from Brian’s neck, only to be met with the rush of his kiss.
She stilled for a moment, surprised by his advance. After all, he’d displayed a much more reserved demeanor in the cafe, up until this moment. Though she knew some of the boldness came from liquor, her proverbial feathers ruffled beneath the surface at his sudden movement.
And judging by the slab of marble he was grinding against her, it wasn’t anything to discount.
“Patience, Brian. Good things come to those who wait,” she purred as she slowly slid her hands down his sides, her fingers making deft work of slowly unzipping his pants. Brian let out another groan, and Athena couldn’t deny the way it made her blood rush. It was a sound that was deep, satisfying.
“I don’t want to wait,” he whispered as she slid her hand in between the waistband of his underwear, feeling the soft tangle of hair and warm skin. His breath was ragged as she let her fingers slowly stroke his length, her fingernails dragging over his velveteen veins, relishing in the bit of moisture already pebbling at the tip. He thrust into her hand with a deep, demanding groan. “I want to come.”
“And you shall, sweetheart, but not before I’ve said so,” she said as she stared back at him with a seductive gaze. It wasn’t anything she’d never done before, the act itself, her expression of control; all of it was familiar, tried, and true.
Men loved a woman in charge, whether they knew she was a Goddess or not.
But the moment she said the words, something in Brian’s eyes shifted. He stood straighter, his eyes darkening as he stared back at her, the sight causing a warm fire in her blood.
His hand slid up under her skirt, traipsing over her thighs as his stoney gaze held her in her place. He smoothly caressed her hip as he drew his hand to rest on her bare ass cheek, squeezing with a force that both shocked her and made her feel quite... aroused.
The heat of his breath on her skin as he drew his lips just below her ear made her shiver with an ecstasy she’d never felt before.
Well, this is new...
Her eyelashes fluttered as he slid his other hand up her dress, slipping his fingers past the thin fabric of her panties, nudging her legs apart with his hand in a way that was both forceful but also...commanding.
The action sparked a fire inside of Athena, a conflicting desire to put this man back in his place—after all, she was used to being the one in charge all the time—and following his lead, though she’d never been one to followanyone’sorders, especially a man’s.
Brian brought his mouth to hers as he thrust into her hand, his fingers teasing at her clit with a slow, rhythmic motion. Her insides twisted deliciously and she could not resist, as if fuelled by something or someone else as she thrust against Brian’s torturous fingers, needing more than just clitorial stimulation.
She needed to befilled, and if not by the pulsing cock in her hand...
