Eros Island

by Lucinda Betts, Dawn Thompson

  Her eyes scanned his magnificent body. Damn, he sure looked real. And by the ache between her legs, he sure as hell felt real.

  Taking a deep breath, she tucked sadness into the box where it belonged, in the past. She wanted—no, needed—to enjoy what she had at hand, right here, right now. That it made no sense didn’t bother her.

  Why question the illogical? Just enjoy it for what it’s worth. Too soon reality would surely intrude.

  Using only the tips of her fingers, she traced over his chin, down his neck, to his chest. Her touch was light, sensual. When she could speak, she murmured, “Even in stone I felt your presence.” However long his delicious fantasy might last, she wanted to wring every second out of it. Already she felt starved for him, despite the fact that he’d left her sated only a few minutes before.

  She wanted more.

  Urging him to lay back down, Dani’s fingers brushed along his chest. His skin felt smooth, so very warm and alive. “Shall I tell you what it’s like to work with stone?”

  Blond brows arched mischievously. “Only if you promise an in-depth explanation.”

  Oh, it would be in depth, all right.

  She traced his flat dusky nipples. “The sculptor must work the marble with no animosity, but be accepting of its foibles and follies.” She rolled the hard beads between thumb and forefinger. “Stone always works against the artist, resistant to revealing what’s in its heart.”

  Herakles stifled a moan. “And you think I resisted you?” he denied through an interested growl.

  Dani twisted his nipples a little harder, then leaned over to soothe the ache with her tongue. “Mmm, yes. To strike it is to violate it. It’s not in stone’s nature to change.” She nipped again, then began to paint a soft trail down his cobbled abdomen with her lips and tongue.

  “Sure about that?” By the strain in his voice, his self-control was definitely slipping

  She inhaled, enjoying his scent of male musk mingling with the slightly pungent odor of his sex. Skin warm from his heat, the smell of him was potent and forbidden. “I’m positive.”

  “How positive?”

  “This positive.” She dipped her head, kissing the soft damp silk of his penis.

  Nestled in its thatch of blond curls, Herakles’s cock stirred.

  With a soft moan, Dani shivered and palmed his sac. She squeezed gently, tumbling the balls inside. Thick and powerful, his cock rose, ruling over his lean abdomen. Awakened, the beast waited eagerly to slake its thirst.

  Oh, she desired this man, this god, so deeply that it made her ache inside. Desired his lunging thrusts fulfilling her fierce sexual hunger, even as he stroked away the emptiness and loneliness inside her soul.

  Dani dropped a long lick down the ridge of his mushrooming shaft. “The artist has to nurture stone, coax it into taking its true form.” Another slow, sinuous lick upward toward the bulbous crown. “Then, and only then, will the stone become rich, warm and living. Stone can never be forced.” She squeezed his sac again, adding just enough pressure to his sensitive area to bring pleasure. “Give it the wrong touch and it will shatter.”

  Herakles groaned and rolled his hips. A yearning needy sound rumbled up from his chest. “Give me another touch like that and I will surely come all over.” His cock strained, rigid and corded with thin veins. A moist drop of pre-cum seeped from its head. His fingers found and threaded through her hair, guiding her lower, silently urging her to hurry her torturous journey.

  Refusing to stop her caressing, Dani laughed softly. She refused to be hurried. “Patience.” She lifted up a little to swirl her tongue in the cup of his belly button.

  He growled a low warning through clenched teeth. “In this case, patience is no virtue.”

  Ah. He could dish out sweet torture, but taking it was another matter entirely.

  Dani grasped him firmly. His cock pulsed against her palm. Pure steel encased in warm velvety skin. “Maybe not a virtue but definitely an asset.” She playfully flicked over the rosy head, beginning a delicious tease.

  He shivered when her soft mouth claimed him again. “Virtue be damned.”

  Dani took him as deeply as she could without gagging, which in this case wasn’t very damn deep given his length. With slow, deliberate circles, she traced the engorged head of his crown with her tongue. He was a big man, his penis more than proportionate to his massive body. And she wanted every last inch stuffed in her.

  But first she wanted to taste every last inch, lick him like a kid licked a popsicle on a hot summer’s day. He’d given her a lot of pleasure. Only fair that she should return the favor.

  Coming up for air, she gave a scrape of teeth guaranteed to send a man into the stratosphere.

  Herakles stiffened. “Have a care with those canines, vixen.”

  Popping his cock out of her mouth, Dani glanced up and gave him a cat-eating-the-canary smile. “I can’t hear you.” Another bob, more scraping.

  Herakles pushed himself up on his elbows. “Damn you, woman! Do you want me to set you over my knee and paddle that luscious ass of yours?”

  Dani delivered another series of devastating licks, working her tongue in every nook and cranny around his penis and balls. “Only if I get to sit on your face afterward.”

  Determined not to give up the upper hand just yet, she fisted his erection. Saliva was her lubricant as she began a slow hand job, jacking him toward climax.

  Herakles’s head fell back and a strangled sound escaped his throat. “You definitely have the touch that brings stone to life.”

  Dani smiled. “Thank you.” Positions reversed, she was most definitely in control.

  He closed his eyes in dreamy languor. “I intend to well reward—or punish—your skills,” he half gasped, half moaned.

  Dani laughed and straddled his legs. Her thighs, spread across him, controlled him with practiced skill. She ground her sex in a circle over his erection, leaving no doubt what she intended to do. “Not until I’ve had my way with you.”

  Herakles visibly swallowed. Goosebumps rippled over his golden skin. “Please do.”

  Dani grinned. Scooting back, she pinned his legs under her butt. Leaning forward, she guided her mouth back down his shaft, beginning her torture all over again. She worshipped him with all the skills of a supplicant paying oral homage at the altar of his manhood.

  As if on her command, Herakles started to shake. His balls drew up, the pressure of climax threatening to overwhelm him. Propped up on his elbows, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes as his orgasm built.

  Any second now hot semen would jet into her mouth.

  Dani wanted to swallow every last drop.

  Without missing a beat on him, she spread her legs farther apart and drove her fingers deep inside her dripping depth. Her chest heaved, breasts rising and falling. Her nipples were hard, swollen. She closed her eyes and offered everything she had.

  Herakles’s rough voice broke through her delicious gaze. “If you think I’m wasting a hard cock to your mouth, think again.” Tearing himself away from her clever mouth, he toppled her control with an easy sweep of his powerful legs.

  “I wasn’t ready—!”

  Herakles ignored her. Turning a deaf ear to her words, he grabbed a thick pillow, positioned it, then rolled her on top. From behind Herakles positioned himself between her spread legs. His hard cock filled the crack of her ass. Face on the floor, her ass was propped above her head. She was spread wide open for the taking.

  Very funny.

  Pushing her weight up on her hands, she got her knees halfway under her. “What are you doing?”

  “Just wait,” came his answer, delivered in a sensual rumble.

  A soft moan escaped her lips when he ran his hands up her rib cage. He cupped her firm breasts with both hands. His fingers found and teased her pebble-hard nipples. They hardened even more under his touch.

  Herakles rolled and squeezed her nipples. “That’s more like it.”

  Dani closed h
er eyes and leaned back against his solid weight. “This is a position I’ve definitely never tried before.”

  “Glad you like it,” he breathed in her ear.

  “I’d like it even more if you did this.” Catching one of his hands, she pulled it past her belly, guided it toward her sex.

  Realizing her intent, Herakles slipped his hand between her parted thighs. He rubbed his finger over her clit; softly at first, then applying more pressure when a soft whimper broke from her lips. “Is this what you want?”

  Her clit sang out in pleasure. She moaned. “Mmm…yesss…”

  Herakles slid his finger through her silken labia. Stroking in and out, slowly at first, then building the momentum.

  Gasping as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, Dani felt her vaginal walls clench tightly around his finger.

  Herakles pushed his finger deeper. “Mmm. Tight and hot. Just the way I like it.” He held her around the waist, supporting her so that she would not fall as he gave her pleasure.

  Her laugh caught in her throat. Her body trembled, her inner muscles sucking his finger deeper. It touched the ache inside her core, but didn’t quite scratch it. She needed something harder, longer and much bigger. “Glad you’re pleased.”

  “I am. Very much.” He slipped his finger out. Big hands settled on her hips, burning hot against her bare skin. His burgeoning cock felt like an iron rod against her ass. She was dying for him to impale her with one sold thrust.

  Disappointed, a lusty moan broke from her lips. “Don’t stop now.”

  His cock brushed her labia. “It’s about to feel better.”

  Dani shivered when he pushed the head against her nether-lips, but didn’t enter. She whimpered, pushing back against him, trying to entice him to enter her. “Do it now.”

  “I’m taking my time.” One big hand slid up to fondle her breast. Trapping her nipple, he tugged it gently, enjoying the way she writhed. “I want you to squirm.”

  She growled, tossing back her head. “Oh, God, I’m squirming as fast as I can…”

  Herakles moved his hand down her stomach until it reached her mound. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” He slipped a finger between her lips and stroked her weeping slit. Her clit was engorged, poking from between her lips. He rubbed it.

  Dani moaned again, shoving her body back against his. Want exploded into need. “Do that again and you might lose a hand.”

  He kissed the soft curve between her neck and shoulder. “Naughty cunt going to eat me up?”

  “I’ll fucking well devour you,” she promised. “Every last inch.”

  Bending her slightly forward Herakles glided sensuously into her slick heat. “You asked for it.” Sinking to the hilt, he growled out his approval. “You’re so damn tight.” Without pulling out, he flexed his hips for deeper penetration.

  Dani pressed back against him, chiming in with her own moves. Delight seared her inside and out. His cock felt like the rock he’d emerged from, and just as solid. “And you’re so damn big.” Undulating waves of pleasure warmed the blood in her veins.

  Herakles pumped into her slowly, steadily, letting the tension between them build. “I can think of other places much tighter.” He gave one firm cheek a playful slap. “A cock sucking is nice.” A pinch followed, not painful but firm enough to reveal his intent.

  Simmering with fresh frustration, Dani groaned. “I’ve never had anal sex.”

  “You should try it once. It’s very pleasurable if done right.”

  She considered. The idea certainly intrigued. An unbidden rush of sexual warmth filled her as she imagined the possibilities. “Okay,” she breathed. “But take it slow, please.”

  “I never fuck an ass with menace.” A brief pause. “Unless it’s well deserved.”

  Uh, ho. What the hell had she just gotten herself into?

  Thoroughly lubed with her cream, Herakles spread her ass cheeks. His cock nudged against her tight anus. “Relax.”

  Dani sucked in a sharp breath. “I’m trying.”

  “Mmm. It is always a pleasure to take a virgin ass.” But he drew back with a sigh. “But I don’t force a woman who doesn’t want it.”

  Cheeks heating, she shook her head. “I—I’ve always wanted to.” The thought of having ass and cunt filled to the brim turned her on. A lot.

  The pressure returned. “Then we will take it slowly.” Herakles pressed, entering.

  She tightened, resisting.

  Herakles laughed softly from behind her. “It hurts more when you’re tense.” He pushed in a little deeper. “Just open up and let it in.”

  A surge of electricity jangled every nerve in her body. Dani closed her eyes tight, instinctively pressing back against him, feeling the ring of her anus begin to stretch and open to accommodate his shaft. A chill, half of excitement, half of fear of the unknown, worked its way up her spine.

  Something new, she thought, half giddy. Something exciting. Something she’d never dared try with Lucien.

  Herakles worked his way inside her until his thighs pressed against hers.

  Dani glanced back in shock. Holy hell! Was the entire length of his cock up her ass? Amazing! She flexed her ass cheeks, closing around him. Didn’t feel bad at all. In fact, it felt pretty damn good.

  He pulled out, but not all the way. “Feel good?”

  His withdrawal was excruciatingly pleasurable. “Feels good,” she agreed.

  Herakles slid back in. At the same time, he reached around in front of her. A single finger of exploration easily found her insatiable clit. Pure unadulterated lust took off like a wildfire across a dry prairie, blazing viciously through her. A gasping cry escaped her lips. She bucked against his hips.

  One hand working her sex, the other on her hip, he settled down to serious work. The salacious delight attacking her ass warred with the equally lascivious pleasure thrumming through her clit. So much, so fast. Such intense torment was almost too much for one body to bear.

  Dani panted, shuddering uncontrollably “Harder. I want to feel every inch.” Her breasts joggled wildly each time he penetrated her, stretched her. His size dazzled her senses. Short brutal strokes reached all the way to the back of her throat. The keening tension of orgasm coiled into knots in her groin.

  “You will.” Shoving his fingers deep inside her sheath, he simultaneously slammed her with a long steady lunge from behind.

  Filled to the brim with hard cock, and plundering fingers, Dani trembled under the blitz of pure erotic sensation. A sound started down in her throat, working its way up as he pounded her from behind, loosening a cry that said she was on fire with passion. Blazing sensations emanated outward from the center of her core.

  Sensing her tension, Herakles jacked harder. His hips slammed against hers, the strike of naked skin on skin almost as ferocious as the storm raging outside. “Come for me,” he growled. No mercy and no stopping. He was going to run her down like a freight train without brakes.

  Dani shuddered when a ferocious explosion sent her into heavenly glory. Wave after wave of pleasure spun through her head. The rush was so intense, so utterly overwhelming that Dani vanished completely into the wonderful abyss of pleasure. Body arching in fierce response, a million sparking rockets seemed to take flight all around her. Every sensation dazzled and awed.

  Bellowing like an angry bull, Herakles followed her into the yawning precipice. Hips locked together, their bodies became one when his cock surged inside her. Every muscular inch of him trembled as he filled her with a stream of hot semen.

  Dani pressed lips together tightly, struggling to make the sensations last just a moment longer. Climaxing once with a cock inside her was incredible. Climaxing twice, with ass and cunt stuffed, was a fucking miracle.

  They collapsed in a heap, arms and legs all tangled. Herakles cuddled her close. Pleasantly sated from their physical exertions, Dani lay in his embrace. Her rear was sore, but not unpleasantly so.

  He kissed her sweaty forehead. “Good?�
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  Dani stretched languorously. “Better than good. Excellent.”

  His gaze caught hers. “How do you feel?”

  She grinned. A no-brainer there. “Stretched, pummeled, and pounded.” Her abandoned wine glass beckoned, still half-full. “And thirsty.”

  Reaching over him, she scooped up the glass and tipped it gratefully to her mouth. Sweet but lukewarm wine cascaded across her tongue and down her throat, soothing the dry rasp from so many heavy moans and groans. She sighed with satisfaction and drank some more.

  Herakles captured her glass before she’d finished its contents. “Don’t be a glutton,” he said, finishing off the last of the dregs.

  Dani crawled over him, reclaiming the bottle she’d earlier left on the coffee table. “Plenty left.” She refilled the glass. “And more where that came from in the fridge. I’m well stocked up on the vino.”

  He took another healthy drink. “Good for thirst, but not for hunger. Something to eat would be most welcome.” He licked his lips. “I have a craving for something that will fill me as well as fornication sates me.”

  Mentally rifling through her fridge and cabinets, Dani silently groaned. What to serve a god? She had nothing suitable and couldn’t imagine pawning off her usual staple: a frozen low-cal meal and a container of yoghurt. Feeding a hungry visitor was something she hadn’t planned on.

  She gulped and racked her mind. “I think I could manage an omelet,” she ventured, wondering if she even had eggs in the fridge. Damn. She just never cooked. She’d always paid someone to do the cooking and cleaning so she could work.

  He sipped more wine. “Sounds uninspiring.”

  Oh, great. “So suggest something,” she ventured, hoping he wouldn’t ask for anything more than a bowl of cereal.

  He yawned and stretched. “We’ll go to my place.”

  Dani caught her breath, unsure she’d heard him right. “Your, uh, what?”

  His smile broadened. “My place.”

  “Where is, um, your place?”

  “Mount Olympus.”

  She stared at him, a mass of disbelief. Her dream was taking a strange turn, from unreal to surreal. “You’re kidding?”