Page 62 of Zeus

As if giving me a command, he raises his arms over his head, and since I'm a quick learner, I don't hesitate to work his shirt over his head, my next movement heading for his belt much the same way he did mine.

The sound of his zipper echoes around us, and I do my best to push away the thought that he could put a stop to this at any moment. An urgency I can't seem to control takes over, and with much less finesse than he had, I shove his jeans and boxers down in one rough moment.

As if he can read my mind, his hands cover mine, and a sense of calmness takes over at his wordless command.

His erection presses against mine as he inches closer, his mouth brushing mine in a soft, reassuring peck to my lips, but in the next breath, he's gone, the distance between us feeling like a mile as he takes a step back so he can get his boots and the remainder of his clothes off.

My heart races, the muscle pounding in my chest in both anticipation of what's to come and a fear that I know from experience that this man can change his mind in the blink of an eye and expect everyone around him to just be okay with it.

I'm all for someone taking a step back to reevaluate a situation, but my need for him feels like an addiction. As much as I should take a moment to consider what that means for my mental health when this is over, the man doesn't hesitate to step right back into my space once he's nude.

His warm lips sweep down my neck as a sigh of pleasure filters in the otherwise silent room.

Then, just like before, cold swirls around me as he leaves me standing alone.

I watch, hands shaking with the need to reach for him as he shifts his attention to the tub and turns on the water. As if he has all the time and patience in the world, he keeps his hand under the stream of water, adjusting the temperature twice before turning his attention back to me.

When he lifts his hand in offering, I take it without a second thought, realizing almost absently that I'd probably follow this man into the fiery pits of hell if that's where he wanted to lead me.

We both step into the tub, the warm water hitting our bodies and ricocheting to the floor before he pulls the flimsy curtain closed. There's barely enough space in here for one of us, but somehow we manage, and you would never find me complaining that to do so, we have to stay nearly pressed together.

Despite what has already happened between us and the difference in this man to the boy I knew long ago, I can't help but feel as if I'm living in a dream, as if his lips on mine, tongue sweeping inside my mouth, is something I created in my mind rather than real life right now.

It's damn near euphoric, and although I know better, I push away the threat of sirens in my head. I’ll deal with the loss of his attention down the road. The pain I know I'll suffer isn't something I could focus on right now, even if I did have my wits about me.

The combination of his mouth on mine and the sweep of his hand down my chest until my cock is firmly wrapped in his fist is all I can focus on. Living in this very moment is where I could spend the rest of my life. I'd forgo food, sleep, and saving the world, just stay here with him for a little longer.

I grip him, fingers once again curling into his skin, but he doesn't seem to mind as his hand works up and down my length. He must be a little more aware of himself because he swats my hand when I reach for his cock.

The argument forming on my lips fades when he pulls back, tongue sweeping over his lower lip, eyes a little glassy as if the taste of me on his lips is something he has craved for a very long time.

Almost as if he can't get enough, he leans in again, lips pressing to mine, tongue demanding entrance to my mouth.

I give it. In this moment, I'd give him anything he asks of me, and probably offer him even more if I had the chance.

I groan, my cock jumping in his hand when he nips at my lower lip, that tiny bite of pain somehow making my desperation ratchet up even higher.

He smiles, as if understanding something about me that I don't realize myself.

"Frankie," I whisper, the first audible word spoken since we got out of Scott's car more than an hour ago.

He shakes his head, and I don't know whether he's telling me to stay quiet or warning me that speaking will put an end to this. I obey, clamping my lips tightly closed, and my reward for complying is him crouching down in front of me, not an ounce of hesitation in his movements as he wraps his lips around my cock, immediately taking me to the back of his throat.

My knees nearly buckle, and I'm certain I would fall if it weren't for his tight grip on my hips.

I let the man work, my chin tucked into my chest, eyes swimming with pleasure as I try to watch him work my cock with his mouth.

There's an amateurish way about the way he works me over, but knowing he either hasn't done this since the last time he did it with me or he's done it so little to gain any sort of technique only makes it that much better.

He doesn't pause or get distracted when I place my hand on his head, but I don't tangle my fingers in his hair to guide him or try to show him what I like. I think the man could just stare at my cock, and I'd be at risk of blowing my load on his face. I use my grip to ground myself in this moment, to make myself realize it's real, and if I'm being honest, it's also a way to test his dedication. He never wanted to be touched before. My mouth on his cock was okay, but my hands on his hips while I sucked him off was a step too far.

It doesn't seem to bother him now, however, and having that simple touch makes me fly higher than I've ever been before.

I squeeze my eyes closed, the sight of him working me over threatening to put a very quick end to what he's doing. Flashes of light, very similar to fireworks, sparkle behind my eyelids, only contributing to the euphoria I'm feeling. But then one hand leaves my hip, and the curl of his palm around my nuts once again threatens to buckle my knees.

A lighthearted chuckle vibrates around my cock, and when my eyes open to look down at him, I'm surprised to see his eyes angled up at me, as if he isn't feeling an ounce of shame with having my cock in his mouth.

When his hand drifts further, the tip of one finger pressing against my ass, my eyes widen, surprise filling my body.