Utter Cupidity

by Toni L. Meilleur

  “Ohh, you’re good at this,” Brea praised Cupid as he handed her another perfectly made s’more. “You know I’ve never gone camping. It’s what I’ve always wanted to do.” She popped another of the sweet treats into her mouth, leaving a smudge of chocolate at the corner. Cupid couldn’t take his eyes off the temptation.

  “Why didn’t you ever go camping?” He briefly looked her in the eyes, his attention riveted on the chocolate on her mouth.

  “Too busy, I guess.” She put another morsel into her mouth; his gaze followed the graceful line of her neck as she swallowed. It brought back memories of the Brea he’d conjured up in his bedroom. “It was one of those things you put on your ‘to do’ list, but never get around to.”

  “I have a thing on my ‘to do’ list that I would like to accomplish right now.” His voice had dropped low, and she flushed.

  “What would that be?” Her voice sounded breathless.

  “This,” he responded. He leaned over and licked at the chocolate that tempted him. Rather deftly he slipped his tongue inside her warm mouth. A mouth that tasted like warm chocolate and sensual woman, Immediately, he felt her response. She leaned into him. Reluctantly, he ended the kiss. He had to make sure she understood his attraction to her wasn’t just about sex.

  It was then that Cupid had to reprimand himself. What was this about? His immortality? Was he seducing this woman for his own selfish reasons? He looked into the fire, afraid she might see something in his eyes she wouldn’t like.

  “What’s the matter?” she asked with hesitance in her voice. Cupid turned to her, clearing his expression.

  “Just wondering exactly what we’re doing here,” he answered honestly.

  “What are we doing here, Jordan?” Brea asked. Cupid paused.

  “Hopefully we’re getting to know one another.”

  “I don’t know if I’m ready for that.” It was her time to look into the fire.

  “Would it help if I went first?” he whispered in her ear. Then he turned her face to look him in the eye. His eyes searched hers. “Well?”

  “I don’t know,” she repeated. Cupid took a deep breath, then made the plunge.

  “I didn’t become wealthy by selling paintings. I grew up privileged. I had a very doting mother, and though I knew my father, he wasn’t what one would call a role model. I was in love once. Fell in love with a woman my mother hated. I married her and lived to regret it. We’re divorced now. I think it was the best thing that could have happened, and right now I am right where I want to be.” He reached for her hand. Her small, soft hand shook from nervousness. “I have to say, I’ve never talked to a woman, not the way I want to talk to you.”

  “Not even your ex-wife?” she asked gently.

  “Not really, I realized I fell in love with her beauty. We talked, but nothing had any real meaning. I was younger then, now I feel like I’ve grown a bit. I want more from a woman than just a beautiful face to look upon and warm thighs to move between. Besides, she turned out to be quite psychotic.” He smiled, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

  As Cupid said these words to Brea, he believed them. His life had been empty. He did want more from a woman. Did he want those things from Brea in particular? A voice in his head screamed yes! He looked at her. He wanted to her to confide in him, without coaxing. He was soon rewarded.

  “I was in love once. With a guy who was rich, handsome and said he loved me. Eventually I found out he was just using me. I was a cover, an acceptable face to show his aristocratic parents. His real love was a single woman with three kids his parents would have never accepted into their affluent fold. Do you know that bastard was supposed to marry me? His parents gave him a rather large monetary gift on the day of our wedding. He thanked them and promptly disappeared before the ceremony. You would think never to be heard from again, but oh no. He was in the society pages two days later, shown celebrating with his new bride and the newly inherited shitload of money. I bet his parents kicked themselves over that one.” Brea laughed without mirth.

  “You’re right, trust is earned.” Cupid closed her small hand between his. “I’m sorry for what I said the other night.”

  “It’s okay. I kind of jumped in your face unnecessarily. You know tonight is the first night I’ve talked about this to anyone besides Lindie.”

  “Well, thank you.” He smiled, letting his dimples woo her.

  “Thanks for listening.” Brea made the first move and leaned in to kiss him. Her kiss was warm, but the desire flared into a white-hot flame. Oddly enough Brea began to shake her hand. She shook it again and Cupid began to wonder at her odd behavior. Then she broke the kiss.

  “Something is crawling on me.” They looked down at her hand to see a small black spider crawling. No, it was several spiders crawling all over her and up her arm. Brea jumped up, screaming and flicking the spiders off. They were all over her, and when she looked at him she had an expression of horror. They were crawling all over him as well. He began to brush them off of her, ignoring the ones crawling all over him.

  “Oh my god! They’re everywhere!” Brea screeched. “They’re coming out of nowhere!”

  A quick assessment and Cupid decided that using his gifts were in order. He wasn’t using them to seduce her—he would be using them to protect her. He felt her fear, and knew she was on the verge of hysteria. He called Arachne to him, and bade her to get rid of the spiders. Within moments, Brea was swatting at spiders that were no longer there. “I think we got them all.” He grabbed her hands to still them, forcing her panicked eyes to look into his calm ones. “They’re gone, Brea.”

  “What the hell just happened? They came out of nowhere. I’ve never seen anything like that.”

  “It was probably the fire,” Cupid threw out just to get her mind off the attack.

  “I had no idea fire drew spiders like that. They left that bit out of Camping 101.”

  Cupid sensed a very familiar presence, but he couldn’t place it. It fueled his belief that someone on Olympus wanted to see him fail. “It’s over now. Let’s enjoy the rest of the evening,” he suggested. He wanted to make this evening special for her. For them. She swatted at two more imaginary spiders before she got herself under control.

  “You’re right, I’m sure this was just some sort of anomaly.” She looked at him for reassurance.

  “Come here,” he beckoned her, drawing her into his arms. “Come hell or high water, nothing is going to ruin this night for us.”

  It was at that moment, a loud thunderous crack rent the air, followed by the heavy onslaught of rain.

  Eleven: When life gives you lemons

  Psyche and Eris nearly peed their pants laughing. Eris mimicked the mortal with perfection as she assumed her voice. “Oh my god! They’re everywhere!” she danced around comically, causing Psyche to go into another fit of laughter. “You see it’s all about the timing,” she laughed, dropping to the ground beside Psyche. “And speaking of timing, the rain couldn’t have come at a better time. While I don’t have the power to control the weather, I can manipulate the elements a wee bit…” Psyche looked at Eris in sheer adulation, as she caught the wicked gleam in her eye.

  Inside the tent, Cupid listened to the sound of the fire hissing before it went out, overpowered by the rain. He could see well in the dark, but used it as an excuse to brush up against Brea. “We left the flashlights outside, but I have light in here.” He purposefully glanced his hand off Brea’s breast, before he reached behind her to obtain the lantern. It did not go unnoticed that her nipples went erect under his touch. He brought the lantern to him and had to resist the urge to light it with a wave of his hand. Instead, he dug in his jeans pocket to pull out the matches. An uncomfortable chore since he too was getting aroused just being this close to Brea. In seconds a soft glow lit the tent. Brea’s hair was damp, but looked sexy as hell. She took in her surroundings, noting the luxurious fluffy sleeping bags lying next to one another.

  “Were you assuming something
about this evening?” she asked, raising an eyebrow indicating the slew of pillows inside the tent.

  “Yes, your comfort,” he came back without missing a beat. “I assumed you’d want to be comfortable no matter what we did—or didn’t do,” he added quickly, seeing the quick temper rise. “I’ll be right back. We left the wine and the glasses outside.” She nodded before settling herself against the pillows.

  Cupid stepped out of the tent and into the blanket of rain. He could still sense someone near but without use of his magic it could have been any one of the gods. He could, of course, send out a small probe, but that one small use could affect Brea and then all bets were off. He grabbed the glasses and the wine and headed back inside the tent.

  “You’re all wet.” She eyed his damp shirt and jeans.

  “Yes, well anything for the lady.” He zipped the flap of the tent then gallantly handed her a glass.

  “Okay, well you can’t just sit here wet and uncomfortable.”

  “What would you have me do?” he asked, trying to get a feel for her intentions. He knew better than to just assume anything when it came to her.

  “We’re grown here, right? Take them off and lay them out over there.” Brea indicated the corner of the tent that was bare.

  “You’re telling me it’s perfectly okay with you if I lie next to you naked?” Hope and disbelief entwined themselves.

  “If you promise to behave,” she said devilishly.

  “I’m afraid I can’t promise you that, Brea.” This honesty thing was going to be the death of him.

  “Hmm.” She seemed to ponder his response.

  Cupid leaned over, making his intentions clear. She lay against the pillows, beautiful, absolutely willing. Her soft mouth opened for him and immediately she responded to his probing tongue. Liquid fire shot through his veins as he deepened the kiss, pushing her further against the pillows. His hands found their way to her breasts, her nipples hard and pushing against his palm. He pulled her tunic up and caressed the soft, warm flesh. His hand traveled upward until he came to the mounds of creamy flesh demanding his attention. He slipped those beautiful firm breasts out of the bra, so that now they were on display for his eyes alone.

  Cupid broke the kiss, trailing kisses down her neck. He positioned his body so that his mouth had easy access to her breast. With his teeth, he gently grasped the nipple and sucked it into his mouth. Brea arched her back, pulling his head closer. He drew upon it. Only stopping to bite the underside or to place kisses all over before he went to the other one. Brea moaned low in her throat. His other hand sought the crevice between her legs. Over the material of her jeans he ground his palm against her and she responded by gyrating her hips, adding more friction.

  Then he stopped. Desire and frustration clouded her eyes; Cupid knew she was on the cusp of an orgasm.

  “Allow me to take these off.” He was already pulling her ankle boots off. He then leaned over and grasped the zipper in his mouth and slowly unzipped her jeans. Brea jerked. He smiled at her reaction as he began to tug the jeans over her hips and down her long legs. He threw them in the corner that Brea had indicated his clothing should go. She sat up for him so he could take the tunic off as well; he made short work of that. In seconds he had unsnapped her bra and threw it somewhere.

  Now he paused as she lay there in her black thong. He panted slightly from anticipation. “Watch me, and don’t take your eyes off me, understand?” he directed her. Brea took his orders without protest. Again Cupid leaned over her and nipped at her belly. Brea giggled. He took the soft material between his teeth and began to tug down. Brea spread her legs slightly and raised her butt. He growled at her, actually growled at her he was so turned on. She bent her knees as he scooted back, and pulled the thong over them. He took her legs in his hands and held them in mid air while he worked the underwear off her ankles. Still in his mouth he flung them behind him.

  “Oh boy,” Brea muttered to herself. He still held her legs, kissing each ankle. Then he spread her legs and set them down. He alternated between each leg, kissing the inside of one, nipping at the other while his hands traveled up and down her legs in one long caress. Eventually all roads led to one place, he pushed her thighs further apart to make room for himself as he settled between her legs. At the first lick, Brea closed her eyes in ecstasy. “Don’t take your eyes off me,” he demanded again. Brea’s eyes flicked open and she trained her hazel gaze on him.

  He licked her again between her delicious folds. Cupid’s tongue found her clit and he sucked at it and swirled his tongue around it. Brea pushed herself closer to his face. His head moved slowly as he used his hands to further spread her nether lips and then his tongue went inside of her, tasting the sweet essence of her. His tongue plunged in and out of her, fast then slow, intent on driving her crazy. She gripped his head, then her body seemed to stiffen. “Jordan, do you feel that?” Cupid didn’t want to stop, he was caught in the throes of their lovemaking. “Jordan, it’s wet all around me.”

  At those words Cupid stopped his ministrations. It was then he too felt the water. “Come on,” he rasped, standing up and grabbing her hand to help her up.

  They looked around them to find that the rain had somehow leaked into the tent. It poured in, flooding it quickly. Cupid unzipped the flap of the tent to find the total darkness, though he could see quite clearly. He turned and grabbed the lantern off the floor and held in front so Brea could see the water.

  “Geez,” she said in disbelief as she followed him out of the tent, completely naked.

  The storm raged and Cupid led her to a fairly large tree that provided a little shelter from the rain. He would have been screaming mad if Brea didn’t look so sexy wet and naked and standing before him.

  “Are you afraid?” he asked her softly, seeing the wild panic in her eyes as she looked at the rainstorm around them.

  “A little,” she admitted as he stepped closer to her, sheltering her body as much as he could from the rain. “Just bad memories of a tornado that leveled my house when I was a kid.” She looked down. “I can’t believe I’m still afraid of storms.” Cupid hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her face. “Let me help you love storms. Will you let me do that?” He searched her eyes, looking for anything that told him she wasn’t ready for this—for him. She nodded slowly, then smiled at him. That was all the encouragement he needed. He took his hiking boots off, his clothes followed. He tossed them, and didn’t care where they were as he looked upon her. The only thing that stood between them was his cock that was already quite enamored of her. He pulled her roughly to him; his desire would let him do nothing less. He clamped his mouth over hers, and held her tight against him. Her arms went around him as well, she held him as if he was her lifeline.

  The rain came down hard still and even under the tree the rain drenched them. It slid off their bodies in rivulets. They moved against one another in the kiss, the warm rain making their bodies slick and heated. He grabbed a handful of her hair and kept her head still while he had his way with her mouth, his hands caressed her ass. Before he broke the kiss he bit her lip gently and spun her around. She grabbed the tree, her fingers clawing at the bark. He moved up behind her, positioning himself at her entrance. She tried to brace herself. She’d seen that large rod and had briefly wondered if she could take him.

  He nudged the head at her entrance and held her hips, gently he pushed into her. Brea could feel herself expanding for him, he pushed more and more using her hips as leverage. Brea thought he would split her open he was so huge.

  “Relax, you can take me, Brea,” he encouraged.

  She relaxed her clenched muscles and he slid in, filling her up. Slowly at first, he slid in and out of her. She wanted him to fuck her into oblivion. But she knew she was tight and he would hurt her if she didn’t take her time and adjust to him. She could feel how wet she was for him. Her body sucked him in every time he pulled out.

  “More!” she demanded and pushed back against him. She want
ed to break his control.

  He pumped into her with abandon. His fingers dug into her curvy hips as he slammed her from behind. Brea mewled low, urging him to go faster and harder. Jordan complied. He reached one hand around to play with her clit as he fucked her just the way she wanted. Brea’s legs began shake as her orgasm, having been interrupted before, was now released. The waves slammed into her violently her knees buckled, but Jordan caught her as he continued to pump into her madly. He held her ass tightly against him as pounded into her, then Brea heard him let out a low roar as he came in her. He shuddered against her. Even with the warm rain coming down; Brea could feel his hot semen overflowing out of her and down her legs. They both collapsed to the wet earth, panting. Brea laid her head back against his chest. Miraculously, even though he had just orgasmed, he was still hard inside of her.

  “I can say with certainty that I love camping—despite the spiders—and I love storms now.” She laughed, knowing she would never experience another storm without thinking of this night.

  “I have to agree with you on that.” He nibbled her ear. Brea trembled from the sensation.

  “I have warm clothes in the car. I can come back another time and gather our things. We should get out of here before it floods. Help me find my pants to get the keys and we’re out of here.” He nipped her ear again before he pulled her up with him. She turned and gave him one last kiss before they searched for his pants. When she found them, she turned to tell him and caught a nice view of his backside. She crept closer as he seemed convinced that maybe he’d thrown them in the nearby bush. It was then that she spotted two scars that looked like parenthesis on his back near his shoulder blades; they were spaced about eight inches apart.

  “What are those?” she inquired, using her fingers to trace one of the scars. Jordan jumped and turned around, a surprised look on his face.

  “Birthmarks,” he replied looking just a little uneasy. Brea decided not to press; if it was painful then she had no business asking about something he wasn’t ready to share.