by Marian Tee
MJ twisted under Helios’ wonderfully heavy body, unable to get enough of the friction caused by the rough and hard slide of his cock against the folds of her flesh. She wanted more, but how? It felt so good, but she had a feeling it could be better. But how?
She wound her arms more tightly around his neck. “Please…”
“Say my name,” he whispered.
The words were unexpected, and she looked at him dazedly.
He remembered the last time she did, and this time his arrogance caused Helios to feel guilty. “I’m sorry, brat. I was an asshole then. But I’d love it if you say my name now.” He raised himself up and gently pressed a kiss on her forehead. “Please.”
His sweetness left her undone, and she whispered, “Helios.”
He shuddered. “I want you to cry my name out over and over, each time I please you.”
“Yes, Helios.”
She said it with such beautiful earnestness it was all he could do not to sink his cock into her. Gritting his teeth as he did his best to control his passion, Helios resumed building her pleasure with kisses and caresses. He worshipped her breasts one at a time, sucking her nipples, playing with them with his lips, teeth, and tongue until she was crying out his name like he needed her to.
Moving down, he slowly put her legs over his shoulders. “Trust me.”
“Yes, Helios.”
Those words were going to kill him. So fucking sweet.
He lifted her up to him and started eating her.
She cried out, “Helios!”
But he didn’t stop. And she didn’t really want him to stop. It was incredible, the way he was thrusting his tongue in and out of her warmth. The pleasure had her gasping and crying, and her hands swept over his back restlessly. She felt so out of control.
But still he didn’t stop, his tongue working relentlessly against her pussy, as if its only goal was to make her come with the most powerful orgasm.
“Helios!” Oh God. His tongue had moved up, playing with her clitoris now, tip against tip, the same time he slid one finger into her. The sensation of being penetrated was unfamiliar but beautiful. She wanted more, and oh God, how he gave her more, with the way he started thrusting his finger in and out.
“Please!” Her hands went back to his shoulders, and her fingers dug deep into his back, marking him.
Her sexy little pleas were fast pushing him towards the edge. He had to make her come, had to make her come so hard that she would not be hurt when his cock finally owned her pussy.
He slid a second finger in the same time he started sucking hard on her nub. She came while screaming his name, and her legs tightened reflexively around his shoulders. Helios didn’t stop sucking, didn’t stop thrusting his fingers in.
When he could feel the tremors of pleasure starting to slow down, that was the only time he lifted himself up. “It’s time,” he told her hoarsely. “You ready?”
She whispered, “Always.”
So. Damn. Sweet.
Taking her lips for a kiss that told her what he could never make himself say with words, Helios slowly guided his cock into her. She was tight, the tightest pussy he had ever taken, and he knew then he would never tire of her pussy.
He stopped when he encountered her hymen, and he broke the kiss to tell her rawly, “I’m going to have to hurt you a little.”
“It’s okay, Helios.” She said the words with a tremulous smile even though her nervousness was written all over her face.
Her braveness made him want her even more. Not wanting her to suffer from waiting, he pushed in, hard. He gasped as his cock broke past the barrier while under him, her eyes widened at the pain of his penetration.
“Helios.”
“Sorry, brat…it’s not going to hurt after this, I promise.” He waited tensely for the signs that her body was beginning to accommodate him, making sure to keep his body still while waiting. MJ was just as tense under him, and he tried to soothe her by raining more kisses on her face, murmuring words of comfort as he nibbled and sucked on her lips.
All the while he thought of his cock nestled snugly in her beautifully tight little pussy.
Soon, the signs started to come. The flexing of her inner muscles, the loosening of her thighs, and finally, her hips started to move the tiniest inch.
He responded by delving his hands under her bottom. He pulled out and then pushed back in the same time he lifted her up by her bottom to meet his thrust.
“Oh.” She knew that having him thrust in and out of her would feel sensational, but she had not realized it would feel this good. There was no word for it, this magic he worked on her body as his cock slid in and out, claiming her body over and over with each thrust.
But soon, she realized she wanted more, and he seemed to know it right away. She heard him groan her name. “MJ.” It was his first time to say it, and then there was no time to think. His thrusts became more forceful, his chest rubbing deliciously against her bare breasts every time he pounded into her.
The thrusts of his cock were so hard and powerful it had her sinking into the bed, but she wanted more. She wanted everything. His hips moved furiously over hers and she tried to keep up, as desperate as he was to keep building the pressure between them.
The bed moved with each thrust, and knowing this only gave her a forbidden thrill. “Helios. Helios. Helios.” She couldn’t stop chanting his name. When he threw her legs over his shoulders, rising to his knees so he could thrust into her more deeply, that was when she lost it.
“HELIOS!” The scream of pleasure burst out of her, but it did not stop Helios from shoving in and out of her body.
In moments, he, too, started to come, and he gritted out her name as his seed burst out of his cock. He kept pounding into her even as he came, jetting out cum that filled her pussy to the brim, causing the liquid to slowly dribble down her thighs.
As Helios recovered from the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced, he knew life would not be the same again. Slowly, he tipped MJ’s chin up. The dazed look in her pretty violet eyes pleased him, but he wanted more.
He wanted all of her.
“Remember what I told you earlier,” he said in a voice as unbreakably hard as steel.
And in that same sweet earnest voice of hers, she said, “I’m yours, Helios.”
The impact of her words had his body jerking. She hadn’t even tried playing coy, and it pleased him as much as it terrified him. He asked curtly, “Your secret crush? What about…him?” He almost mentioned Yuri’s name but managed to swallow it back.
She wanted to tell him the truth, but fear held her back. Telling him the truth would give Helios too much power over her, and she wasn’t ready for that just yet. So she said softly, “Does it matter? I’m yours now.”
“Fair enough,” he said grimly. “But I warn you, brat. I will kill anyone who touches you. So be careful of who you let close to you.”
Chapter Twelve
Task #1 for Thursday: All the officers except for Helios have morning classes. Get them up.
MJ nodded determinedly to herself as she closed her daily planner and stuck it back in her jeans’ back pocket. She couldn’t help smiling to herself, though. She did her best to fight it, but really she was too happy. Last night’s encounters (with an S, dear Lord, with an S!) were embarrassingly fresh in her mind. Just thinking about it made her cheeks pink, her mouth dry, and her body tingle all over. The memories were literally electrifying her body, and it was all she could do not to shiver, tap dance, and twirl around all at the same time.
She walked past Andreus’ door to check on Yuri. Andreus frequently travelled, more so than what should have been right for a college student. Just last night he had gone away again. MJ had a feeling he would have totally flunked out if Derek Christopoulos, the son of the university’s founder and chairman, wasn’t an honorary member of the club as well.
Upon peeking inside, MJ saw Yuri’s bed was already made up and the room empty. Yuri was the
only one who did that, a curious thing for a billionaire’s heir.
She knocked on Kellion’s door next, and when no one replied, she opened the door and poked her head in. “Kellion?”
No answer.
She walked inside and saw the club’s vice president lying on his back. Like the other officers, Kellion liked sleeping in the buff. Looking at his muscular half-naked body, MJ wondered why the sight of it didn’t do anything for her. But if this was Helios?
Her toes curled, and sighing dreamily, she headed to the windows and drew the blinds up. She said over her shoulder, “Good morning, Kellion!”
He didn’t stir.
MJ headed back to the bed, hands planted on her hips. “Good morning, Kellion.”
Nothing.
Since she was in a very good mood, she generously decided to give him another chance. “Gooooood morning, Kellion.”
Nope, still no reaction.
She took a deep breath.
“AAAH AAAH AAAH…”
Kellion jerked awake as the most terrible sound invaded his dreams. It sounded like a cross between a weeping walrus and a hiccupping hippopotamus, and the strange creature was singing, of all things, the lyric-less solo of The Little Mermaid.
He slammed his pillow over his head, trying to mute the God-awful noise.
MJ pulled the pillow away, singing more loudly. If she were honest, she was actually doing her best not to sing out of tune. Guessing by Kellion’s tortured expression, she had not succeeded. “Aaaaah aaah aaahh….aaah aaah aaah….”
Kellion threw his pillow to the floor. Cracking one eye open, he said with a scowl, “You know what? I think you sing better when you’re having sex.”
MJ gasped.
He smiled evilly. “I think you forgot how thin our walls are. Lemme see…I think you liked calling the President’s name out…” In a falsetto voice, he said, “Oh, Helios. Please, Helios.”
MJ covered her ears. “I don’t want to hear anything.”
He said more loudly, “Oh, yes, there…oh my God, I can’t…so good…”
Running to the door, she said without looking back, “Breakfast in fifteen minutes!” MJ slammed the door shut, breathing hard. She could feel her face burning. Why, oh, why had she forgotten that the others might be able to hear her?
Slowly, she climbed down the stairs and headed to the kitchen.
All the girls there were glaring at her.
MJ blinked.
“Oh, hi, MJ. You’re up,” MJ heard Hallie remark in a cheerful voice. The other girl bustled past her and caught sight of the glaring expressions on the other girls’ faces.
Hallie made a face. “Don’t be petty, girls. You win some, you lose some.” She looked at MJ and, seeing the confusion on her friend’s face, she said with twinkling eyes, “They hate you because you’re the President’s girl now.”
Booooooo. The girls looked like they wanted to throw knives at her as they expressed their dissatisfaction.
MJ cringed. “Y-you know, too?”
Hallie laughed. “MJ, everyone in the club knows. The President left orders with Rayver…”
Hearing Rayver’s name mentioned made MJ groan silently. That one was the world’s most talkative biker. Anything that guy knew, the whole world knew.
“…and he told Rayver to have your stuff moved to his room by today.” Hallie beamed. “Isn’t that sweet?”
Boooooooooo. But this time, it was accompanied with lots of pots and pans banging, feet stomping, and trays slamming against the kitchen table. When MJ saw one of the girls sharpening a knife without a chopping board, she knew it was time to leave.
In the dining room, MJ was stunned to see Helios seated in his usual place at the head of the table. Yuri and Kellion flanked him at each side.
His sleep-rumpled hair was tied back, and he had on a white undershirt and a pair of black board shorts. It was as if her heart stopped one full second as she looked at him, filled as she was with such awed pleasure. Even dressed plainly, Helios Andreadis had the kind of presence that made anyone sit up and notice.
Suddenly, Helios stopped talking to Kellion and turned to her, his gaze right away finding hers. His eyes were unreadable, his face expressionless. And then he crooked his finger towards her, a silent command that was clear as day. Come here.
Everyone turned in her direction.
MJ paled. Oh, drat. Had she done something wrong?
Helios impatiently waited for MJ, who seemed to be dragging her feet to get to him. This only made him even more irritable. He had hated waking up and not finding MJ in his bed, and his already erect cock had hated it even more.
MJ was already dressed for classes, in her usual combination of checkered polo, tank top, jeans, and sneakers. She was freshly showered, too, her hair still wet, making Helios wonder with a frown what time she had woken up. Did she really think things wouldn’t change now that she was his?
When she reached him, he said calmly, “Take a seat.”
Take a seat…where? MJ looked around for a vacant chair, but Helios tugged on her wrist, making her look back at him.
He patted his lap.
Her eyes widened.
Behind her, MJ heard Kellion choke, and she realized that the dining hall had gone silent.
Helios was still gazing at her. “Sit.”
Slowly, she…sat.
Her back was stiff, and only the edge of her bottom was perched on his lap. Helios tugged on her hair, and when she turned around, his hand curled around her nape to urge MJ to bend her head close as his mouth caught hers in a long, drugging kiss. MJ gasped, her eyes closing as the hairs of her skin stood up at the unexpected onslaught on her senses. His kiss made it impossible to think. She could only respond, her arms wounding around his neck.
“Give me your tongue,” he breathed against her lips.
Whimpering at the blunt request, she did as asked even knowing that everyone would have heard him.
Only when they heard dishes crashing to the floor, followed by a loud sob as one of the volunteers ran out of the room, did Helios slowly lift his head.
“Poor girl,” Kellion murmured. “She really thought Mr. Sunshine here would have remained public property.”
MJ barely heard him, her head still clouded by a haze of passion. She saw Helios smiling at her, and it was a breathtaking sight.
There was another crash of dishes, another girl running away.
Kellion shook his head in mock dismay. “So many hearts crushed.”
Helios ignored the others, his attention completely focused on MJ. Satisfaction, to the point of exultance, filled him at the knowledge that he finally had MJ on his lap, and she was his to command, his to possess…his to do whatever he wanted. And right now, all he truly desired to do was lock her in his room and satiate his lust for her beautiful body.
Helios pulled her against him suddenly, causing MJ to fall back, her breasts squashed against his chest. Immediately, she felt something stir under her. MJ turned red, realizing what it was.
Helios didn’t seem to care. He bit the outer lobe of her ear, making her shiver, and MJ shivered even more as he whispered to her, “From now on, you do not leave my bed until I tell you to.” He cupped her chin and nudged her to look at him. His golden eyes blazed at her. “Got it?”
“G-got it,” she whispered even as her head whirled at the enormous change the club’s president seemed to have undergone. It was almost…almost as if he had been holding himself back all this time, but now that he had her, he wanted everyone to know she belonged to him.
She wanted to ask him why. Why had he suddenly changed? Did it mean that he loved her? But the words were stuck in her throat as she remembered Hallie’s story. It didn’t matter why he had changed. Claiming her so publicly was a risk in itself, and she should be content that he had decided she was worth the risk.
Unbidden, her eyes sought Yuri’s.
Yuri only smiled at her, but he was unable to hide the unease in his gaze.
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Unease that Helios also saw…and misunderstood. A part of him whispered insidiously in his mind that history was about to repeat itself. Even if Yuri had always been a good friend to him, could their friendship keep Yuri from betraying Helios once he also had a taste of MJ’s body?
He didn’t know the fucking answer to that, and the fact that the question had occurred to him in the first place made self-contempt rise inside Helios.
MJ was not Odessa.
He had to remember that.
Chapter Thirteen
“Where’s MJ?” Helios demanded a week later as he stalked into the kitchen, which was occupied by Kellion, Hallie, and Andreus.
Andreus said mockingly, “How fucking sweet. You miss her already?”
Helios spared his treasurer a cold glance. “Fuck off.”
Kellion made a tsk tsk sound. “I really thought you’d have better manners now that you’re with MJ, Mr. Sunshine. But nope. You actually seem worse.” He smiled slyly. “I just saw her this morning, you know. She was the one who woke me—”
“One more word and I’ll kill you.” He meant it. The fact that MJ was still doing her usual tasks – which included entering other men’s rooms and seeing them half-naked – was still a sore point between them. She was the President’s girl now, dammit. She no longer had to work like an ordinary volunteer.
But MJ being MJ, with her extremely odd thoughts, she insisted on sticking with the same schedule. And when he had tried to accompany her, intending to kick everyone out of their beds just so they could get back in his, MJ had refused that, too. The only reason Helios hadn’t forced the issue was because MJ had been about to cry.
And why the fuck was that, Helios wondered grimly. Why did she feel so strongly about her stupid duties? Was it because she was still torn between him and her not-really-a-secret-crush? He watched her all the time when they weren’t together. She and Yuri were exceptionally close, but there didn’t seem to be anything going on between them.
But then, this was Yuri. The younger man was surely too smart to let himself be caught on CCTV trying to steal his girl.