“That’s reassuring,” I heaved gratefully.
“Even as a God, you can only do so much in one day. Don’t stress about the what ifs of the situation. You have as much control now as you do when you’re a God. If you’re letting your duties impact you that severely, then there’s something else you’re trying to avoid in your life.” Her face sank, darkened, as she said this. I noticed the change, as did her children. “One day, you will run to your godly duties when you need stability and peace. I wish that day never comes, though, admittedly.”
I came back to our dorm with a to-go box for Odysseus, which rustled in its plastic bag against my waist. Soren and Griffin were lounging on the couch in the main area, watching baseball, and waved to me cheerfully before going back to their game. I didn’t want to bother them, and with Praxis and Sebastian still with their mother, that meant I had no choice but to face the grump-o-saurus-rex in my bedroom.
I opened the door hesitantly and peeked around the frame, trying to get a gauge on what kind of mood he was in based on the state of the room. If it were spotless, he was beyond stressed and had gone on a cleaning-frenzy to make it that way. That usually meant I should leave him alone, and low and behold, the room was so clean you could eat off the floor. Even my clothes were color-coordinated in the closet, which made me cringe, but still push my luck.
Odysseus was sitting upright in bed with a bag of brownie crisps in his lap. His hardcore love for chocolate won the battle once again, and he was absent-mindedly munching on the edges of a big chunk. His eyes had bags underneath them despite sleeping so much, and his hair was sticking straight up after he had messily towel-dried it from his shower. He didn’t bother combing it out, or dressing, as he was naked under the sheets.
I propped myself up in the doorway and crossed my arms. He slowly brought his empty gaze to me, the brownie hanging out of the side of his mouth. “Have fun?” he asked, zombie-like.
“More or less. You seem to be as active as the state I left you in.”
“Blow me,” he retorted before going back to the movie he was watching.
A light bulb flicked in my head. I set his food in our mini fridge before pulling my jacket, shirt, and shoes off, tossing them on the back of my desk chair. He didn’t pay much attention to me as I finished undressing, and once I was fully naked, I slid under the covers with him and stretched casually. “Since we’re sitting around without pants on, I think I’ll join you.”
He offered me the crisp bag without looking away from the television. I stole a piece to make him happy, and as I munched, my eyes gravitated to the loosely placed blanket around his waist. I walked my fingers across his leg, eyeing him from the corner of my eye for any kind of reaction. He didn’t so much asblink. I frowned in frustration and shimmied under the covers, rustling around until I could wiggle in between his legs. Again, no response, not even when I tickled his inner thigh.
“I’ll take my invitation, then,” I proclaimed before taking hold of his penis so I could do as he said: blow him. At first, he sat in that same frozen state, but after a moment or two, his body began to respond regardless of whether he wanted it to or not. Even I knew I was pretty good at blow jobs, and that he wasn’t going to be able to deny me long. He was fully hard after just two minutes of me doing this, and a low moan crawled up the back of his throat to prove he was breaking. I paused to take a breath, and in that breath whispered, “Sure you don’t want to participate?”
“I’m… not in the mood, Nick…” he lied through his teeth.
I flicked his penis, which made him flinch with pleasure. “Your dick says otherwise.”
“Would you come out from under there and knock it off?”
I tugged the blanket back over my head. “Nope. I’m gonna finish what I started.” I took him in fully, and this time, his groan grew even louder. His hand traveled across the blanket and found my hair beneath it, which he gripped hard, his breaths little gasps. His head hit the back of the headboard, and his back arched slightly the deeper I let him inside me. My own body was ready to pick up the pace, so I concentrated equally on pleasuring both of us so I could have some fun as well. I knew doing that would make him crack, as he didn’t like neglecting me, and without fail, he finally sighed to himself.
“Alright, come on out,” he coaxed.
I popped up immediately, wagging my eyebrows. “Have you decided to participate?”
“Are you giving me a choice not to?” he chuckled.
“You know how I get when you don’t give me attention,” I sexily pouted. My pout made him start to sweat, as I knew thatplayful tone usually got him going. I slid up into his lap and pinned his arms above his head. The action made him swallow harshly with desire, especially when I positioned myself above him just right. I brought my lips to his ear, which I bit and pulled on in between words. “Sit still, and I’ll have fun all on my own.”
“How fair is that?” he huffed, his hands clenching, as he wanted me to free him so he could join in.
I cracked a smooth smile. “I’ll use you as my personal toy, since you want to be such a crybaby.” I lowered myself onto him, and as I did, both of us let out intense groans of satisfaction. I kept one hand on his wrists but placed the other on his chest so I could prop myself up. I moved up and down sensually, really taking him all the way in with each circuit, and man did it rile him up good. His eyes were fully open now, his attention completely on me. His mouth hung open to let out lustful pants, and his fingers flexed repeatedly to clasp mine and hold them as tightly as he could.
I picked up the pace, rocking my hips back and forth before bringing them up and down again. The combination of movements made us both shiver, and his fight for me to free him more intense. I finally let go of his wrists, and the moment I did, his hands clamped onto my waist so he could thrust up into me.
I let out a loud cry, probably too loud for a dorm setting, but before I could let out another, he yanked me forward and crushed his lips onto mine to keep me quiet. I couldn’t keep up with his tongue, which tasted of that sweet caramel brownie he had been munching on earlier. He used my occupation to slide back on the bed, so he had a better grip on me and more maneuverability. Thank the Gods he was kissing me, because the moment he began thrusting up into me, I felt a scream bubble in the back of my throat. Our bodies clapped together rhythmically with his intense movements, so loud that I scrambled for the remote so I could turn up his forgotten movie.
He broke our kiss to take hold of my hair and pull me forward, so he could sink his teeth into my neck. I slapped a hand over my mouth and cried out into it, trembling from head to toe from the feeling. I could feel every ounce of blood circulating in my body, every breath to leave my lungs, every drop of sweat to slip down my back. My eyes rolled back at one point, and I let him pull me in closer to him, giving my entire being to him as long as he continued to fuck me the way he currently was.
“What a good boy…” he crooned in my ear, panting from his aggressive movements.
“Shut up!” I squeaked out.
“Like Gehenna you’re going to shut me up.” I let out another yelp into his collarbone when he thrust into me fully, pinning us together for as long as he could so I would feel every inch of him. “You wanted this, remember?”
“Yes! Please, give it to me!” I begged.
His mouth pulled into his famous sexy side-smile. “That’s what I thought.”
He took hold of my waist so he could flip us around. My back hit the warm bed beneath us, which cradled me gently as if to provide me some kind of relief from the intense sex, but I was far from complaining. My arms fell behind my head, and my hands fumbled for something to clasp onto as he pulled my legs up on his hips better to start pumping into me again.
