Lauren sucked in a breath and held it, unable to continue breathing with what she anticipated. Only now did she realize her pussy throbbed, hot and wet with need. Like the whole time they'd been together had been foreplay, and even before that. Thankfully, Jasper didn't move slowly, or Lauren might've just died of waiting.
Jasper placed a firm, confident hand where it needed to be. He applied just enough pressure and a little movement. His skillful fingers worked their way between the labia.
While Lauren felt she could fall to her knees and beg, right then, her lover progressed kisses down over Lauren's chest, to linger at a nipple.
Just as the men always moved in silence and with elegance, so it was when Jasper made love too. Gracefully, he glided into a new position above Lauren.
As long as he'd waited and by the desperation in his voice when he'd asked her, Lauren was sure he'd enter her soon. Only now she thought of condoms. She wondered if the Spartans know of them. She'd already resigned to the prospect of a trip to the clinic and emergency contraception.
But Jasper surprised her.
He moved between her legs and lower down the bed.
His mouth set to explore her body, and Lauren wouldn't refuse it.
Couldn't.
Subconsciously, somehow, her legs spread wider apart, offering him the same open invitation she'd extended to Zander.
She was not going to think about another man while with one man.
She moved her arms out of the way as if her wrists were pinned to either side of her head. Although they weren't pinned, she didn't want to move them.
Splayed out on the soft sheet, she wasn't held captive and immobile by invisible magical ropes, but she may as well have been. She was powerless to resist the charm or the experienced caresses lavished on her by her lover.
She wanted everything and more. For the man to take her and own her. She craved it and needed it like oxygen.
“Please,” Lauren uttered aloud.
If Jasper heard, perhaps he understood, because he didn't question the comment. Instead, he nudged Lauren's sensitive lips apart, probing between them with his tongue and sucking on them with his mouth. The tongue felt wet and soft and hard all at the same time. An incredible sensation as it flicked across the labia and clit.
Lauren wasn't sure what happened in that mouth to make it feel as it did, exactly, with the tongue, the powerful mouth itself, and the magic.
She wanted to prop up her head and watch the ministrations upon her body, but it was difficult to concentrate or keep her eyes open as she became lost in the sensations worked upon her. Lost and losing it.
From talking on a bed to experiencing a man's mouth, Lauren was just about to come within minutes. It was almost embarrassing, but Lauren had few, if any, inhibitions in the presence of the man who knew her better than she did herself.
Last time, Zander had brought Lauren to the climactic edge and kept her there, teetering on the precipice for so long. This time, it all suddenly went so fast.
Taking Lauren by surprise, Jasper pushed one, two, fingers inside her. Maybe several? Lauren couldn't tell and didn't want to know. She loved the feeling. How the man fucked her with his fingers, driving them in deep, fast and rough. Stretching her. Creating just enough friction, but not enough to hurt.
And all the time working his mouth over Lauren's clit and the sensitive erogenous zone thereabouts.
Lauren lost control before she realized it was about to happen.
Screaming out and thrashing about, she felt the contractions within, as her channel closed around those pleasure-bringing digits.
After working through it, maintaining speed and pressure, Jasper didn't remove his mouth until Lauren pushed him away.
“Too much. Too sensitive now,” she panted. Too surprised by it all, Lauren didn't open her eyes; she just enjoyed the experience via her other senses.
Perhaps Jasper was taken by surprise too. If so, he didn't show it. When Lauren eventually opened her eyes, she saw if anything the man looked extremely pleased.
After a while, he climbed on top, straddling Lauren. As they kissed, Lauren could taste herself. However, her mind was focused less on herself and more on the man above her. How Jasper had surprised her when she thought he was desperate to fuck her it turned out he was desperate to do something else.
He obviously enjoyed giving sexually, just as he gave everything to Lauren. It seemed the three men took their pleasure in doing things for Lauren and would do anything for her.
Lauren honestly felt the same way.
She'd do anything for Jasper, anything he asked. She didn't know what that might be, but she had ideas that related to her evident need right there and then.
While she kissed with a hungry passion, Jasper's hard shaft pressed against her stomach. Hard and slippery wet. For just a moment, she wondered if he'd come, too, right there on his stomach.
No longer frozen by her lustful longing, Lauren slipped one of her newly freed hands between them. Emboldened by her knowledge of their history and future destiny as lovers, she wanted to take some initiative in their lovemaking.
Once her fingers made contact with it, she confirmed what she suspected: the moisture had the slippery lubricating texture of precum, not actual cum. Plenty of it coated her stomach, making her feel dirty in the best possible way.
She liked the feeling.
She liked knowing her lover like this and turning him on this much.
Jasper's cock was in proportion to his size—long, thick, and hard. If he ever gave up being an immortal Spartan defender of the gods, he'd have no problem getting started in a porn career. Not that Lauren wanted to share him in that way. She might want to be the co-star.
Feeling it there, dribbling on her, turned Lauren on in a way she hadn't expected. As if a switch flipped in her mind, she thought about her lover coming on her rather than in her. A thought that appealed greatly—something she wanted to happen.
Another way for Jasper to love her and claim her, to mark her and own her.
When she wrapped her fingers around his cock, the man gasped, pulling away from the kiss as he thrust into her hand.
“I want to know you better,” Lauren whispered shyly, unable to give voice to the thoughts tumbling around in her mind.
Jasper planted a kiss on her nose and moved his body rhythmically with her hand. “You will.”
“I want to know you as you know me.” Still too shy. She swallowed and then licked her lips.
Jasper looked into her face and smiled as if reading her mind.
“I want to taste you like that, please.” She didn't intend for it to sound so pleading.
Still watching, he chuckled. He pulled away from her grasp. “I love you. Whatever you want to do, you're free to make choices, and I will respect them.” Still straddling her, Jasper moved up over the body beneath him until his cock was within her eyesight, and more importantly, within reach of her mouth.
Although her arms were free and her hands could reach out and touch, Lauren remained trapped beneath the Spartan. She had no doubt the man would move if asked. That wasn't what she wanted though. Right then, it was the hottest position she could ever imagine being in, and she wouldn’t change a thing about it.
She reached out with her open mouth, wondering how Jasper would taste.
A flavorsome sweet delight exploded on her tongue.
The precum kept coming, creating plenty of natural and delicious-tasting lubricant, which made her moan for more.
In this position, she couldn't try to take the whole shaft her mouth. It would’ve been too difficult, and she’d surely gag. There’d be another time for that. Another time for everything.
“I want this, please. All over.”
“Whatever you want, my love, I'll give you.”
“You, Jasper. I want you to take me and mark me again with your cum.”
He gripped his cock tightly above her face. Their eyes locked together and she could see the love coup
led with sheer lust. The feeling was entirely mutual.
Jasper continued to work his shaft just above her mouth. Lauren licked it and muttered, “Come on me, Spartan. Please.”
He began to move a little faster, thrusting through his hand, the tip of his cockhead entering her mouth. Lauren lapped at the precum dribbling from his swollen glans. Unsure whether her thoughts were in her mind or spoken out loud, she realized she no longer cared.
“Cover me, Spartan. Come on me. On my face.”
The man must’ve liked the suggestion, as a deep rumbling groan escaped his lips. His body moved faster, his movements becoming less controlled. Seeing the mighty man losing some semblance of self-control was erotic in itself, but Lauren didn’t want to take control. She liked the feeling of being a loved and treasured sexy object of desire. What could show that more than having her lover's cum on her?
“Please, come on my face.” She'd just discovered how much she liked uttering her dirty desires out loud to her lover. She could feel her cunt stir with every word.
As if acting on instruction, Jasper’s movements juddered to a halt and white ribbons of cum splashed over her. She barely had time to see the first jet shoot out before it landed on her left cheek. Immediately another followed it, pasting a stripe across her lips. At this, Lauren thought to close her eyes. She shut them tight even though she’d love to watch the look on his face and the sight of his magnificent erection as it came.
She wondered if the three Spartans would be amenable, in the future, to home video recordings of their sexy times. She tucked that thought away for another time while registering her own surprise at such a thought.
Lauren had given herself to the man entirely and shown Jasper how she felt in a display that was so much better than words could convey.
Before opening her eyes, she licked her lips. The cum tasted so good, as she knew it would. It reminded her of warm popcorn bathed in salted butter; the perfect tasty snack to accompany the erotic show. They’d both come once, but Lauren's mind raced with more adventurous, erotic ideas.
She was turned on. No wonder, as she could still smell, feel, and taste Jasper’s cum splattered across her, cooling, dripping, and drying.
And Jasper’s warm breath on her cheek.
His hot tongue.
Jasper licked at the trails of semen that coated her skin.
Erotic or what?
What was the look on Jasper's face after he'd come and as he licked up his own mess?
Opening her eyes, Lauren lifted a hand to her cheek and wiped much of the cream onto her fingers. She couldn’t have Jasper eat it all. She licked the goo from her fingers and, seeing how Jasper watched her, she pushed three fingers suggestively deep into her mouth.
The man smiled in appreciation. “You've not changed. Not one bit.”
He moved from on top of her and got up off the bed.
Lauren watched as he went to a small pitcher that stood beside a couple of pots and pans. He picked up a cloth beside it and poured water from the pitcher onto the cloth before returning to her side.
Jasper wiped Lauren’s face clean.
“It isn't fair that you know me so well, but I know next to nothing about you,” Lauren said. “What do you like? What don’t you like? What does a day look like for you? A night?”
Jasper smiled warmly. Lauren soaked it in and committed it to memory. The tiniest twitch of his lips was enough to get her heart racing, and she hoped that would never change.
“It matters less what I do, and more why I do it,” he replied cryptically.
Lauren watched him in wonder.
He lay down beside her and pulled her close.
“We're a band of silent guardians. We don't just protect Olympus and Sparta but your world and many others too. More than that, I want to keep you safe.”
Lauren didn't understand everything he said, but she hoped to understand over time. “Then do you know what happened at my house the other day? About the man in the Roman toga?” Lauren asked. She hadn’t gotten a sense of how this defender guardianship worked.
“Roman toga? No?” He frowned. “Tell me what happened.”
“It happened after I got angry and stormed out of the woods—sorry about that, I must apologize to Zander, by the way. I went back home to find the back door unlocked and open. There was a man I didn’t recognize in the house. I think he was going to steal stuff, but then he just said strange things and left. He was wrapped in a white sheet.”
Jasper narrowed his eyes. “Not a toga, probably a Greek Himation. I believe the man of which you speak may be Autolycus, son of Hermes.”
Lauren frowned. “All I can tell you is, I found him midway through trying to steal from my house. He had my aunt’s jewelry box tucked beneath his arm like he intended to walk out with it. I confronted him with a knife, and he sidled around the room until he was close enough to threaten me. But then something happened, and he set the box down and ran out.”
Jasper sighed. “If he were close enough, he'd recognize you.”
“How?” Lauren asked in disbelief.
“You are known to all of the ancient gods. Though your new form is somewhat different, the mark of the goddess can clearly be seen on you.”
Lauren thought about the man's ramblings. “That does start to make sense. Should I be concerned about him?”
Jasper unlocked Lauren from the embrace.
“Autolycus is a thief, but harmless to you. He'd be in trouble with Hermes if he didn't watch out for you,” Jasper said. “You don't remember the gods, do you? Hermes protected you on your travels and would bring messages to us about your well being when you were away. There's nothing to be concerned about.” He rolled over and grabbed one of the larger woolen blankets, then returned and wrapped it over their bodies.
The effect was immediate—Lauren relaxed. She stretched like a cat beneath the covers and grabbed a few of the smaller throws from above her head, plumping them together to use as a pillow. The lack of a traditional mattress wasn’t so bad.
And the fact that it smelled of Jasper and an open fire made it even better.
“So I should be concerned if I see him around my friends?”
“No. He is relatively harmless. He's not part of the evil leeching into your world.”
Lauren didn't like the implication that there was evil leeching into her world. She had more questions that she could figure out to ask. “So he’s just going around thieving because he feels like it?”
“You cannot rationalize the motives of all living things.” Jasper chuckled, seeming unconcerned about the thief. “He does what he wants, just like Hermes. Chaos does not equate evil—it equates life.”
It was all too convoluted for Lauren. There was too much new information for her to consume. With a sigh, she gave up, snuggling close to Jasper instead. All the progress she’d made into understanding what lay beyond her own world was upended on the regular. The auto-dude was a danger, except he wasn’t. Auto-dude was chaos, but not evil. Lauren only wanted to understand.
“Why isn’t he a danger to me?” Lauren asked.
“Because you are mine,” Jasper said. “Ours. Your eye bears Artemis' mark, and she marked you for us.”
“My heterochromia.” Instinctively, Lauren reached for her eye and rested her hand on her cheek. “So that means people who know about you will know that you own my soul?”
“Yes. And no harm will come from them. You are safe from most things except mankind. We Spartan's are warriors and demigods, but originally we were just men. However, we do the work of the highest Olympian god and so we have their support. With Athena and Artemis behind us, we're powerful—much more powerful than Autolycus. Even if he could, he won't harm you. He won't so much as cause mischief.”
Lauren wondered about this family of gods who all knew her. She had a lot to learn. She closed her eyes, attempting to visualize how this might work. “Is this it for me? I mean, is this going to happen regularly now? Strange things com
ing into my life all the time? The impossible becoming possible? Am I ever going to be normal again?”
His expression grew somber. “Do you want to be normal?”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Who wants to be normal?
If normal life meant giving this up, Lauren didn’t want anything to do with it. Sweaty and exhausted, she lay in Jasper’s arms and contemplated what the future held. Once upon a time, she’d dreamed of going to college and finding what her soul craved. Now she knew.
Lauren recognized that belief was destructive, but she was sure it was true. College was a great opportunity, for which she didn't have the funds. With no solid career path in mind, it would be a waste of time. Meanwhile, exciting new worlds existed and waited within her reach.
Education seemed less important than staying by the side of the men she loved, but right now she hardly knew them. She was attracted to them and drawn to them but not capable of committing to them in the way they wanted.
The question remained, why would she spend four years of her life accruing debt, only to graduate and join the workforce? Why would she want to keep being normal, average Lauren? She’d never been particularly good at anything, but now an extraordinary life lay before her.
The lover of divine creatures.
The partner of powerful immortal warriors and defenders of the world.
It sounded irresistibly romantic.
She was unclear of her role, or that of the men, nevertheless, it all sounded a hell of a lot more interesting than being an accountant or a librarian. Assuming Lauren would even get the qualifications to be either of those things.
“Stay the night,” Jasper invited. They laid naked together, and he palmed Lauren’s breast.
“I don’t think I can,” Lauren replied reluctantly. “My aunt and uncle will worry.”
“For one night?”
“Times are different now. Everyone knows where everyone else is all the time. Communication is instant and constant. If I don’t go home, or if I don’t at least tell them where I am, they’ll worry. The night I spent with you already got me in enough trouble. And I have a job to think of. I've got work in the morning.”
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