by Lazu, Sotia
Hyperion could materialize them into the suite—command the matter of their bodies to dissolve and reform on his bed—but she’d panic, so he helped her wrap her legs around his hips and carried her to the door. There was no time to find his key card; he needed her naked as soon as possible. Holding her in place with one palm under her ass, he closed his free hand around the handle and tore that and the electronic lock free, then kicked the door open. He slanted his mouth over hers again, to distract her from the superhuman speed with which he crossed the floor to his bedroom and laid her on his crisp white sheets.
She looked gorgeous, all flushed and breathless, waiting for him to make the next step.
Hyperion stood at the foot of the bed and willed himself to calm down. Every muscle in his body was tense with the urge to pounce on her. He clenched his fists and forced his shoulders to relax. His turn would come soon, but first he had to make her writhe with pleasure.
“Is something wrong?” Olivia bit her lip, worry darkening her gaze.
He managed a smirk. “Just deciding where to start.” He sent a soothing mental caress down her body, and she rolled her head back. When he was in control again, he lay down beside her propped up one arm, and leaned in for another kiss while he skated his hand up her thigh. He longed to touch her skin, feel her nipples pucker against his palms, and taste the sweat between her breasts.
“I’m afraid this will have to go,” he said, before shredding open her T-shirt from navel to neck with one hand.
She sucked in a breath, and goosebumps rose on the flesh above her bra. Why was she wearing one of these again?
A snap of his fingers, and the torture device split open, revealing creamy-white breasts that begged for his mouth. The tips were darker than he’d imagined. He pinched one, rolled it between his fingers, and savored the moan Olivia let out when he wrapped his lips around the other nipple. She twisted her fingers in his hair while he sucked on her perfect flesh and grazed his teeth over it. Out of the corner of his eye, Hyperion saw her squeeze her legs together. Circling her nipple with his tongue, he glided his hand down her side and then to the apex of her thighs, to rub her heated center over her jeans.
Olivia rocked her hips into his touch and clawed at his shirt until the hem was bunched under his armpits. He let go of her and sat up, to pull it over his head, before attacking her other beast and resuming his attentions between her legs.
“Want you... touch me...” she managed between gasps. She grasped his hand and led it to her waistband.
Hyperion tugged at her zipper, and it gave way. His fingertips brushed the elastic of her underwear. He pushed it aside, to cup her mound. She was wet and inviting, and his cock begged him to fuck her now.
Olivia arched her back and drew her jeans and undergarments down her hips. Hyperion helped her take them all the way off, until she lay naked before him, shivering under his gaze.
“Divine,” he murmured, hovering his palm a hairsbreadth from her skin, from the slim column of her neck, down her breasts and belly, to her pussy. She opened her legs for him, and he ran his thumb along her bare labia. This modern fad of stripping one’s body of hairs wasn’t bad at all. He tapped on her clitoris, and she spread her legs wider. His cock was about to burst through his jeans, so he undid his fly and pushed his waistband down until his shaft jutted out, oozing precum.
He slipped a finger inside Olivia’s pussy to the first knuckle. So tight. He pressed the heel of his palm against her clitoris, and when she angled her hips, added a second finger in her opening. One thrust, and he’d bleed her, but he wanted his cock to be the first thing to pierce her hymen.
She groaned and stilled. Did he hurt her?
He withdrew his fingers and rubbed her clit with the pad of his thumb. Her gaze was locked on his exposed cock.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked. Could he, at this point?
Olivia shook her head, and then threw it back, covering her eyes with her arm. “I just... I haven’t...”
“I know.” He rolled on his back and pulled her to straddle him. He should eat her out. Should draw out her pleasure. But if he didn’t enter her now, he’d spiral out of control. His body hummed, his heart thudding in his chest. The bed shook beneath them. “I need to be inside you. Now.” Though it would be easier if he were on top, he wanted her to feel in control of the situation.
She nodded, but her eyes were squeezed shut.
“Look at me, my gorgeous nymph.” He caressed her hipbone with his thumb until she did as he bade. “I’ll make it good for you. Trust me.”
“I do.”
Those two tiny words made his chest warm. He pulled her down, so she draped her body on top of his, and positioned himself at her entrance. “Push back,” he said. “Slow and easy.”
She did, but tensed when he nudged at her opening.
“Shh... Don’t worry, baby. It will only hurt for a moment, and then it’s all pleasure.” He tucked her hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek. He could help her relax, using mental images of him eating her pussy again. No. This needed to be real. Gaze locked on hers, he wrapped his free arm around her waist and held her in place as he drove his hips up.
His cockhead entered her, touching her inner barrier, and she squeezed so hard, his eyes almost crossed. Olivia lowered her long, dark eyelashes and bit her lip. It was time. Hyperion tilted her face closer, so he could seal her lips with his, and at the same time gave a single hard thrust, forcing his way through.
Olivia hissed and clenched around him. She bit his lip until he tasted blood. Only fair.
“This was it,” he whispered when she let go. “The worst part is over. Now ride me.”
She winced as she sat back, but he found her clit and circled it slowly, while she balanced her weight on her knees. She rose and slid back down on his cock, and with every pump of her hips, her movement became less pained. When he could tell she was used to his girth, he asked, “Can you take a little more?” He couldn’t assume his real form, or he’d tear her apart, but an extra inch would add to his pleasure.
Eyes hooded, she nodded, and Hyperion let his body grow just a little, to stretch her more. Fill her more.
Olivia seemed to take it in her stride, as she impaled herself on his length again and again.
Chapter Eleven
Olivia’s thighs trembled with exertion as she fucked herself on Hyperion’s cock.
He was huge and hit just the right spot inside her—fuck, did he grow even bigger?—while his magic touch on her clit sent jolts of white-hot fire through her veins.
Faster. She wanted to go faster, but her legs wouldn’t cooperate.
Hyperion’s eyes glowed gold, his gaze slicing through her. Lightning fast, he rolled them so she was on her back.
It was like he could read her mind.
He palmed her thigh and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, before thrusting inside her. The bed shook with the force of their coupling, the nightstands rattling. And still it felt like he held back.
“Harder. Fuck me harder.” Olivia couldn’t believe the words that came out of her mouth, but Hyperion’s feral grin said he appreciated them. He pistoned inside her like his life depended on it, and she threw back her head and gave in to the waves of pleasure overtaking her, as he angled his strokes to plunge deeper still.
Was this what sex was always like? What had she been waiting for?
Hyperion. She’d been waiting for him. Nobody else would be so perfectly matched to her.
He swiveled his hips and thrust, and she lost control of her body. Her muscles tensed and fluttered and relaxed, as pleasure unlike any she’d felt before washed over her and pulled her under. She let her eyes roll back, as her arms flopped on the mattress.
Fingers rubbed her clit, but that wasn’t possible. Hyperion had one hand splayed on her belly, and the other on her thigh, pinning her in place. The fingers pinched. Circled. Pressed.
Oh God.
Her legs tingled, and her head swam, as
she came undone beneath him in an orgasm that seemed to last forever and left her sore and sated and panting for breath.
Hyperion growled. “Open your eyes. See what you do to me.” When she did, he pulled out of her and stroked his cock.
How had that thing fit inside her? It was humongous. She stopped thinking as the invisible fingers spread her and dipped inside, to drive her over the edge again.
Hyperion came with a roar, his thick, warm cum covering her belly and inner thigh. His eyes shone brighter than ever. He looked majestic. Fierce. And big—larger than life itself.
God. She’d just had sex. For the first time. With her boss.
Without a condom.
She scurried out from under him, and he collapsed on the mattress and pulled her into his body. “We didn’t use protection,” she whispered, swallowing the panic that threatened to choke her.
Hyperion kissed her neck and along her jaw. “No need. I can’t procreate unless I want to.”
That was a weird phrasing, but Olivia would take it at face value, because worry was overtaking her post-coital bliss, and she wanted to savor the sensations that came with her incredible first time.
Still, she had to ask, “What about—you know—disease?”
“I can’t...” He shook his head. “I’m fine, and you... Well, there’s nothing you could give me.”
His orgasm must have messed with his English, but the point came across. They were safe. If she believed him. She turned to look at him over her shoulder. He watched her with awe. No way to fake that.
Plus everything in her insisted he was telling the truth.
“What is it about you?” Her release had drilled huge holes into her mind-to-mouth filter. “I trust you, and I barely know you.”
“Maybe my soul calls to yours.”
So very cheesy, but it made her smile.
“Shower?” he asked.
She ought to clean up. She was drenched in sweat and sticky with cum. “You go first.” Her legs wouldn’t carry her to the bathroom yet.
The mattress dipped and moved behind her, as Hyperion got out of bed.
She squished the pillow and tucked it under her head, more than happy to take a quick nap while he cleaned up, but he said, “I meant together.”
Even better.
She rolled toward him, and he wedged both arms under her and lifted her to him.
A girl could get used to so much pampering.
Especially when he had her stand toward the wall and sponged her back before gently lathering her mound and inner thighs. He lingered at her pussy, and fresh desire sparked in her core.
“Naughty,” she said. The huskiness in her voice surprised her. She liked this version of herself.
Hyperion nudged her to turn around. He was hard. Again? Still? “Just making sure you’re clean for what comes next,” he said.
She wanted to kiss the smirk off his face. “Next? Like sleep?” she asked. “Or maybe I should do some PA-ing, since that’s what you’re paying me for.”
He pursed his lips and nodded, the thin laughter lines by his eyes belying his serious expression. “You can do that while I eat your pussy.”
Her nipples stood at attention before the sponge reached them. Hyperion cupped and kneaded each breast, massaging the shower gel into them before proceeding to her belly and back to her pussy. He slid two fingers inside, and discomfort dampened her mood. She was still raw from before.
Hyperion took a step closer, so his thick cock glided against her stomach, and pumped his fingers inside her slowly. “Your body is divine,” he said. “I could make love to you for the rest of eternity.”
Olivia dug her nails into his shoulder, to keep from losing her balance as pleasure pushed pain aside.
“I want to make you come until you can’t remember your own name. Want to feel you strangle my cock. I want to fill up all of your holes. Make you mine in every way imaginable.” He kept fucking her with his hand, until she started meeting his thrusts. Then he added one more finger. “I can’t wait to squeeze inside your tight ass. See you stretch to take in more of me.”
Her ass? That was a bit mu—
Hyperion found that spot inside and rubbed, and she’d let him take her ass if only he kept doing this.
Her knees buckled, and now there were four fingers inside her, and they were the only things keeping her upright, because her grip on him faltered.
Could she come again? Was it healthy? Maybe there was something wrong with her. Hyperorgasmia or something.
Hyperion dropped to his knees in front of her and lifted her with his other hand on her ass. “Wrap your legs around my head.”
“What? No. I can’t—”
“Now.” The word echoed and bounced off the marble walls.
She lifted one wobbly leg over his shoulder, and he helped her raise the other one too, his hand still inside her. He made a humming noise of approval and blew warm air over her mound.
Olivia let her head thud back against the marble tile, as Hyperion ran his tongue up her slit. He was even better at this than fantasy-Hyperion had been.
He chuckled, the sound reverberating inside her. Had she spoken aloud?
When he sucked on her clit, she no longer cared.
By the time Hyperion carried her back to bed, Olivia was perfectly clean and utterly exhausted.
“I still haven’t done any Personal Assisting,” she managed with a yawn, as she turned to her side.
He tapped her ass playfully and lay behind her. “Oh, I don’t know. Personally, I feel very assisted.” He draped an arm around her and squeezed one breast.
He was incorrigible. She couldn’t believe they’d done this, when she’d been livid at him in the car.
How did they get here?
Had he messed with her will? She fought to remember their exchange in the car, but sleep muddled her brain.
Or was this Hyperion, too?
Chapter Twelve
Hyperion wasn’t into naps, but one wouldn’t hurt, and dozing off with a naked Olivia snuggled against him was pure bliss. He caressed her stomach. He should have fed her lunch first; she’d be starving by now. Eh. He’d arrange a feast when they woke up. He might not need to eat, but he enjoyed it. It was his second favorite pastime.
He slid his hand lower and cupped her pussy.
Olivia groaned.
If he played a bit, she might be up for one more time, but he didn’t want to break her. She needed her rest.
“Sleep, my wanton Olivia,” he murmured against her hair.
She shifted to look at him over her shoulder, but instead of the look of a well-loved woman, she wore an angry expression, eyes narrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. She dug her elbow into his chest hard enough it must have hurt her. Surprised, Hyperion jerked back, and Olivia hopped out of bed, clutching the silken top sheet.
“Did you do that to me?” she asked.
Did she mean... “Did I copulate with you? Of course I did. Who did you think it was?” Had her repeated orgasms impaired her mentally?
She shook her head frantically. “Did you make me want you? Make me want to... fuck you? Was it one of your mind tricks?” She’d gone pale, and her eyes looked haunted.
“Of course not,” he boomed. It hurt that she’d think that, though he couldn’t blame her. Not like he hadn’t swayed people’s minds before. He wanted to hold her, soothe her, but approaching her in this state would only scare her away.
“Sit down, and I’ll explain everything,” he said in a calm voice. He didn’t dare send her a suggestion. If she caught on, she’d never trust him again.
“I’d rather stand.” In a whisper, she added, “Though I’m not sure why I’m not running away.” She met his gaze. “Is this you too?”
“No, this is all you, wanting to know what I am. And I’m a Titan.” Because, really, there was no subtle way to break this to her.
“A titan?” Olivia snorted. “Like... in bed, or do you mean filthy rich? Like a titan of
industry?"
Hyperion shook his head. “Like a giant that preceded god and man alike.”
“Haha. Very funny.”
He moved toward the foot of the bed. He could cross the distance between them in the blink of an eye, but he didn’t want to alarm her more. “I am not trying to be funny. I was locked inside a statue for millennia, until you freed me.” There was no doubt it was her proximity—her touch—that brought him back to life. Their lovemaking had done nothing to reduce his desire for her, and it was evident she was the one his very being craved.
Olivia arched an eyebrow, but she must have seen something on his face, because her expression turned wary. “Shit. You believe it.” She took a step back and let go of the sheet with one hand, to push her hair out of her face. “You’re crazy. Oh God. You weren’t in jail; you were in an asylum or something.”
“Olivia—”
“No. I have to go. You... Who is responsible for you? Does your family know you’re out? God. I need to get out of here. I can’t believe I went to bed with a hot stranger and woke up next to a nutcase.” She was muttering, talking herself into a frenzy and hyperventilating, as she inched backward toward the door, her gaze never leaving him.
She was afraid of him, and what he’d do next wouldn’t exactly put her at ease, but at least she wouldn’t think he was crazy.
“Let me prove it to you,” he said.
Olivia reached the door and pawed blindly at the handle behind her. “Sure. Yeah. But maybe we should get dressed first and continue this talk somewhere public.”
Hyperion relaxed and let his power suffuse him. In his true size, he wouldn’t fit in the building, but he let his body grow to the size he’d been as a statue. And okay, maybe he commanded his skin to glow a little bit, for effect.
“Oh my God.” Olivia brought both hands to her mouth. “Oh my God.” This time, it came out a whisper.
“Don’t fear me. I would never harm you.” His voice was a little louder than necessary, but it matched the image.
“Uh huh. Whatever you say.” She squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed her temples. “I need to sit down.” She’d gone beyond pale, to as white as the sheet wrapped around her.
