Finding Cupid

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  Frowning, Dake crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah, gee, Zeb, what’s your answer for that?”

  “It seems I’ve finally met someone who shares my enthusiasm for Roman mythology,” Zeb told Lula. “We’ll definitely have to do lunch so we can talk more about it.”

  “Why, thank you, Cupid. I would be most honored to have lunch with you whenever you please.” After a little curtsy, Lula squinted at Zeb and then Dake. “I must admit there is a strong resemblance. You’re both exceedingly beautiful men with your raven-black hair, deep brown eyes and lean, muscular bodies. And you certainly do look enough alike to be brothers, except for—”

  “Except for poor Dakin’s utter lack of flamboyance? His scarcity of charm? His sheer absence of style, perhaps?” Zeb offered helpfully, ignoring Dake’s grumble.

  Before Lula could respond, he cupped his hand at the side of his mouth, whispering to Lula in a conspiratorial whisper, “You see, Dakin is my Earthly brother. Perhaps one day, with my guidance, he’ll achieve godly status.” Primping, Zeb looked over at Dake. “But I doubt that will happen until he learns to embrace his inner woman.”

  “Bullshit,” Dake griped.

  “I understand,” Lula said with a nod, as if she actually did. “Well, in the meantime, perhaps I can embrace Dake from the outside. Will that help?”

  The corner of Zeb’s mouth quirked up. “Well, Dakin? What do you think? Would it help to have this luscious little beauty wrap you up in her arms?”

  Before he could open his mouth, Dake’s cock rocketed back to its fire-ready stance, rendering him speechless for the moment.

  “Because I do believe,” Lula went on, “that Dake and I would make a perfect love match. Well, close to perfect, anyway. I’ve been paying attention to our attraction chemistry while we’ve been working together. For one thing, just looking at Dake’s strapping body makes me prickle with desire. And when he’s close, there’s almost an electrical charge that passes between us and I can feel the most delicious little sensations fluttering between my thighs.

  “The only thing I’m uncertain of, Cupid, is Dake’s mental acumen. He seems to have a difficult time understanding or accepting the simple truth about me. You should have seen him jump when he felt my quiver.”

  “He felt your quiver? Right here in the store?” Zeb teased in mock horror. “Why, Dakin, you’re no gentleman.”

  “She’s talking about her quiver of arrows, smart ass,” Dake explained. “The ones she’s supposedly got stowed under the counter. But don’t bother looking for them ’cause they’re invisible.” He snickered.

  “You can’t see them because you’re mortal,” Lula corrected. “But since he’s a god, Cupid can see them with no problem.”

  “Thank you for the compliment, darling,” Zeb said, smoothing his hair.

  Focusing her attention on Zeb, Lula said, “I had to take them off my shoulder when customers arrived because Dake says I need to keep myself covered up in this smock while customers are present.”

  “Yeah,” Dake said to Zeb as he motioned toward Lula, “because she’s practically naked under—”

  “Which reminds me,” Zeb cut him off, looking at his brother’s jeans and rolled-sleeve shirt. “Why aren’t you wearing one of the smocks like I asked you to? You look like you’re getting ready to solder something in all that denim.”

  With a blank expression, Dake growled a sigh. “I told you before, Zeb…I don’t do pink.”

  “You see, Cupid…” With a quick glance around, Lula positioned her back to the storefront, away from the eyes of curious customers. Then she unfastened the buttons and held her smock open, just like a flasher. “I’m still wearing my academy uniform,” she explained. “That’s why Dake made me wear the smock. I’m afraid my invisibility traveling garment was lost during the chariot ride.”

  Eyeballing her delicious-looking body again, Dake felt even more drunk with desire than before, if that was possible. He averted his gaze long enough to watch Zeb take in Lula’s form beneath the barely there tunic she wore.

  “What, no wings?” Zeb asked, arching an eyebrow.

  “That’s exactly what I asked her,” Dake piped up.

  “I have them, they’re just invisible most of the time.”

  Nodding, Dake gestured toward Lula, as if to say to his brother, See, I told you she was nuts.

  “Well, of course they are, sweetie,” Zeb responded to Lula, shooting a meaningful why-don’t-you-go-soak-your-head look at his brother. A broad smile took hold as he watched Dake squirm. Jesus, if Dake didn’t get some relief, fast, his cock was going to blow. And by the look Zeb gave him, his brother had already surmised that.

  “Darling Lula,” Zeb said, returning his gaze to her abundant attributes, “you are magnificent. Succulent. Believe me, if I were so inclined, right now I’d be busy plucking and pinching and rubbing and licking and thrusting into that delightfully ripe little body of yours.

  “And it gives me the greatest pleasure to know that my dear brother has been alone with you during my absence, working alongside you all the while and unable to have his way with you, knowing what a lush bounty awaits beneath your peppermint pink smock.”

  “Prick,” Dake mumbled to his brother, who simply smirked in return.

  “Yes,” Lula said, buttoning her smock again much to Dake’s dismay. “I’ve felt Dake’s sexual interest mounting since I first walked in the door, but he’s been very honorable, a perfect gentleman, refusing to bed me until you returned from your broken chariot task. Perhaps now might be a good time?” she said, turning a hopeful gaze on Dake.

  “I’m so hot and wet and ready, Dake. And I’ve been so patient. Is there someplace where we might join together now so I could feel you inside me?”

  “Jesus,” was all Dake managed to get out because every cell in his whole fucking body was tense and poised to crack into a million jagged bits.

  “Sugar, are you sure you want to do this now?” Zeb asked Lula. “With that behemoth brother of mine?”

  “Oh yes.” Lula grinned, and then her face fell and she looked down at her gold-tipped sandals. “That is…if it’s all right with you, Cupid. After all, I’m here on this trip to do your bidding as part of my class studies and final exam. I wouldn’t want to jeopardize that.”

  Patting Lula’s butt, which immediately snagged Dake’s gaze and had him salivating at the thought of squeezing Lula’s luscious ass, Zeb said, “All I have to do is take a look around at these floral arrangements and this fat stack of receipts to see how hard you’ve been working, sweetie. If this was a test and I was in charge of grading it, you’d get an A-plus and go to the head of the class. So you just run along and enjoy yourself, darling.”

  Lula pulled Zeb into a quick hug. “Thank you. I can hardly wait. And Dake’s cock looks as though it’s about to tear right through his jeans so I think he’s ready too.”

  Reaching into his pocket, Zeb looked at his brother and chuckled. “I do believe you’re right, Lula. He looks positively purple.” He handed Dake his keys. “You’ll find condoms in the nightstand drawer upstairs in my bedroom, Dakin. Take your time. I see Alfred coming up the walk, so I’ll be fine without you.”

  Dake nodded mutely. If he tried to speak now, he’d just babble or squeak or otherwise make a damned fool of himself, because he sure as hell wasn’t in his right mind at the moment. Uh-uh. He was no longer in charge of his actions…his dick was doing all the thinking now.

  “If things work out as well as I think they will,” Lula whispered to Dake as she grasped his hand, “maybe you’ll get to see my wings.” Her smile lit up her whole face.

  And Dake couldn’t get her up those stairs fast enough.

  Chapter Four

  The light clean scent of fresh-cut flowers perfumed the air as Dake and Lula crossed the threshold into Zeb’s apartment. Dake’s cock was hotheaded and raring to go. He reminded himself it wouldn’t be gentlemanly to slam Lula up against the wall and hammer into her juicy little puss
y the minute they walked through the door, but it was hard. So damned hard he could barely think straight.

  “Oh,” Lula breathed as she did a pirouette, taking in her colorful surroundings. “What a beautiful, vibrant place this is. It greatly reminds me of Cinnamus’ dwelling on Olympus.”

  Dake almost groaned when he realized Lula wanted to take in the sights before they could get down to the business of fucking. Half-crazed with longing, he managed to glance around, greeted, as usual, by the explosion of color from the profusion of Zeb’s artwork lining the walls. Bright, sunshiny, spirited paintings of flowers, otherworldly beings and mystical realms.

  “Yeah, Zeb’s pretty artsy-fartsy,” Dake agreed, determined to act like a gentleman instead of a wild animal—at least until he got Lula into bed.

  “He’s always been real interested in decorating and stuff like that. Me?” Dake shrugged. “I don’t have a creative bone in my body, but I’ve grown to appreciate my brother’s artistic flair. As for the Olympus mention, let’s just say that for a minimalist guy like me whose place is pretty much bare bones, stepping into Zeb’s apartment has always seemed like being zapped away to some distant galaxy.”

  Lula traipsed into the living room, which boasted a vivid hodgepodge of handcrafts. Dake thought there was no reason the glut of assorted arts and crafts should go together, but somehow it did. Zebulon’s apartment was just as stimulating, full of life and flamboyant as he was.

  Each chair and the sofa held an abundance of ornate pillows in various shapes and designs. Hand-woven rugs were scattered about and all sorts of crafty doodads and knickknacks lined shelves and windowsills and topped tables. Lula paused to finger nearly everything and Dake thought he’d go fucking insane waiting.

  “What are all these charming objects?” Lula hugged herself. “Mmmm. Everything here gives me a warm and happy feeling deep inside.”

  “Handmade stuff given to Zeb by artist friends or traded in exchange for his paintings,” Dake explained, tempted to add that he sure as hell knew an even better way to make her feel all warm and happy deep inside.

  “If you think this is nice, you should see Zeb’s bedroom,” Dake said instead, motioning to the first door down the short hallway. “It’s full of all sorts of stuff you’d probably like.” Like a nice big king-sized bed where we can fuck like happy little jackrabbits.

  “I need to have sex with you now, Dake,” Lula said without a backward glance, as she headed for Zeb’s bedroom, unbuttoning her oversized pink smock as she walked and letting it fall to the floor. Before it hit the floorboards, Dake was at her heels, leaving a trail of drool behind him.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything this bad in all my life,” Dake muttered as he tore off his shirt and fumbled with the clasp and zipper of his jeans until he’d shucked everything off and stood there wearing only his shorts.

  “Me too,” Lula agreed, divesting herself of her tunic, fully baring her succulent curves. “And you were right about this room,” she added, taking in the splashes of soft pastel accoutrements around her, including the sky-blue quilted satin bedspread, sheer pink and blue voile bed curtains and profusion of lace and bead-trimmed satin pillows on the bed. “It’s almost magical.”

  Her gaze traveled to the mirrored ceiling and her features took on an air of surprised delight. “Oh Dake, we’ll be able to see ourselves as we pleasure each other. What a perfect place for our first sexual union.”

  “Right…perfect,” Dake said, watching Lula turn back the bedspread to reveal pink satin sheets, smiling as she smoothed her hand across the shimmering surface. “That’s what I thought too,” he lied. Until that moment, Dake had always thought his brother’s utterly froufrou, over the top bedroom was about the last place on Earth he’d ever want to bring a woman to have sex. Huh. Showed what he knew.

  Turning her gaze on him fully, Lula’s eyes grew wide as she appraised his body. “Oh by gods, Dake, look at you. You have the fine-honed physique of an Olympian athlete.” A distinct look of awe crossed her features as she studied him.

  “Thanks.” Puffing out his chest with pride, Dake was glad all those tedious hours of pumping iron had paid off. “I work out a lot.” He shrugged. “It helps reduce stress.”

  “Never have I joined with a being as handsomely put together as you,” Lula said in a voice so soft it was almost a whisper.

  Dake thought it was about the damned best thing anyone had ever said to him. He watched a shaft of sunlight illuminating her cheek, diffusing as it traveled down, imparting a soft glow from one rosy nipple to the golden curls at her pussy.

  “And you look just like you stepped out of some famous museum painting,” he told Lula. “All full and curvy and delicious-looking in all the right places.”

  Merrily diving onto the bed in the midst of the wealth of pillows, Lula leaned back on her elbows and patted the mattress next to her. “Please, Dake. Bring your beautiful cock over here so I can see it and touch it.”

  Please, she said. Damn. Dake approached the bed, thumbing the elastic of his shorts to slide them off.

  “Would you let me do that?” Lula asked, shifting to the edge of the bed.

  “Oh hell yeah,” Dake responded, thinking he’d died and gone to heaven and they hadn’t even made flesh-to-flesh contact yet.

  “I’m seeing the loveliest erotic images,” Lula said, closing her eyes as she clasped his cock through his shorts. Dake could feel the coolness of her skin through the material, but it didn’t even come close to putting out the fire in his dick. “Of you and me,” she continued.

  “You mean like slick, sweaty, naked bodies…lots of moaning…and a hot and spicy joint climax?” Dake urged.

  “Mmmm…yes.” Lula’s voice was thick and husky. “Very much like that.” She opened her eyes and smiled up at Dake. “And the images are making me hotter and more desirous than you can possibly imagine.” She tugged his shorts down over his cock, letting out a little gasp when it sprang free. Then Lula whimpered and moaned, a sound that Dake felt from his ears clear down to his balls.

  “That’s good,” he said, projecting a lustful smile and swallowing hard as Lula fisted his cock. “Because I’m going to make that vision become a reality and absorb all that heat of yours as soon as I get my hands on your juicy little body.”

  His exuberant hop onto the bed made Lula spring off the mattress and rebound. He watched in fascination as her full breasts jiggled like Jell-O. He almost chuckled at the comparison. One of the first porn magazines he’d seen as a teenager had a line about titties jiggling like a bowlful of Jell-O and Dake remembered being eager to witness that particular phenomenon himself. It had never happened until this very moment—with the beautiful, bountiful-breasted Lula.

  Of course, she was nothing like those broads in the crude porn photo layouts. No, Lula was classy, special, unique. She was an anomaly. Like a tantalizing mixture of sweet, innocent virgin and high-class, wet-and-ready call girl.

  Unable to keep his hands off her succulent flesh another moment, Dake groaned, covering her with his length and pressing her into the mattress until she made an adorable purring sound.

  “I love the feel of your skin on mine, Dake—your strong, hard body crushing against me.” Lula snaked her hand between their bodies and clasped his rigid cock, wrapping her fingers around its girth and kneading gently. “And I can barely wait to discover what you can do with this wonderfully generous appendage.” She gave a singsong moan. “I just know it will be like magic.”

  “I’ll do my damnedest to make you see stars, Lula.” Lifting himself from her, Dake looked down into Lula’s dreamy expression. He threaded his fingers through her spun-gold locks and felt his cock twitch in her hand.

  “Oh Dake, to think none of this would be happening if Cinnamus hadn’t taken pity on me and given me a ride to Earth,” Lula panted, her hands roaming his body, fingers squeezing, digging, raking his flesh. Her voice caught on a cry as Dake’s mouth came down on her breast, licking and nibblin
g at one nipple while he rolled the other between his thumb and finger.

  Her nipples fascinated him. He tugged them both with his fingers, causing Lula to arch her back in response. He watched as they changed color from pale pink to a deeper hue and went from being all soft and puffy to hard and crinkled. He plucked the tips again, studying the dusky pink flesh as it puckered. “I could play with these all day.”

  “That would indeed be too much pleasure,” Lula breathed. “I’m quite certain I’d go mad.” She engaged in a wistful smile. “But I’d be most willing to take the risk.”

  Dake slid his hands from her breasts over her rib cage, resting one hand on her belly, fingers spread, and the other hand on the padded flesh over her hipbone. She was all soft, supple and satiny. Nothing hard, sharp or angular sticking out anywhere. “You feel like a woman.”

  “I’m a—”

  “A very womanly nymph,” Dake corrected with a raspy chuckle. Hell, if it made her happy to play the role of a nymph, then far be it from him to burst her happy little fantasy bubble. Lowering his head, he licked a damp trail from her navel to her pussy, where he inhaled her musky scent. “And you smell like one too.”

  Lula breathed a contented sigh. “I hope so.”

  Dake gazed up into her big blue eyes and smiled. “When I look at you, I see an amazingly sensuous woman, full and ripe and just begging to be pleasured.” He inhaled at the vee between her thighs again. “Utterly intoxicating.”

  Indulging in another melodic sigh, Lula stretched. “You make me feel so beautiful, Dake.”

  “That’s only because you are, honey.” And that was no lie. His hand slipped from her belly to her pussy. He spread her lips and slicked a finger across her clit, thoroughly enjoying the look of rapture that crossed her features as her body tensed. “More beautiful than a goddess.”

  Lula gasped, a look of alarm across her features. “Oh no, you mustn’t say that, Dake. I’m just a lowly nymph.”

  Dake couldn’t help chuckling. “My very own lowly, but remarkably sexy, little nymph. How did I ever get so lucky?” He shoved two fingers inside her, drew them out and forced them in again as Lula writhed, chorusing her delight with a series of tuneful little moans.