A Taste of Greek (Out of Olympus #3)

by Folsom, Tina

  He squeezed her breast and captured her lips again, drinking in her scent, her taste. Exploring her. Learning what she liked, finding out what turned her on. He foraged deep into her mouth, licking along her teeth, tangling with her tongue, nipping at her lips.

  She didn’t stop him, didn’t put up any kind of resistance, despite her earlier words. Instead, her hand dropped lower and finally slid onto his ass, her fingernails digging into his flesh. Had he been naked, those nails would most likely have left marks. Not that he minded. If she wanted to brand him, he wouldn’t object. He’d wear any mark of hers like a badge of honor.

  Her hand pressed harder, yanking him toward her, making his cock jerk enthusiastically. He ripped his mouth from hers. “Fuck, baby!”

  If she continued like that, he’d come like a green kid before he’d even thrust inside her. He wouldn’t let that happen. No, he had to get her naked now. He slipped his hands behind her back and found the zipper. After a few seconds of fumbling, his fingers finally lowered it and he was able to pull her dress down to her midsection.

  He let his eyes wander over her torso. She wore a black lace push-up bra that barely covered her nipples. Who would have thought that his sweet innocent professor would wear such a scandalous piece of lingerie? Lust made him speechless, turning his brain into the consistency of grits at the same time. His eyes devoured her, and his hands followed. His fingers dipped underneath the lace, stroking gently over her warm flesh before reaching for her nipples. They were rock hard.

  Hermes exhaled sharply, trying to counteract the throbbing of his cock. But the damn thing couldn’t be calmed down, not with such a tantalizing woman in his arms, a woman who allowed him to undress her and touch her so intimately. He ground his hips against her, trying to find some sort of temporary relief for his ache, but he knew it would be short-lived.

  He brought his hands to the straps of her bra, and, locking eyes with her, he lowered them in slow motion. He noticed her pull her lower lip between her teeth as if trying to suppress a moan.

  Hermes almost wanted to chuckle. “Baby, if you want to scream, then scream.”

  Her eyes widened as if she found the thought shocking.

  Hermes dropped his gaze, lowering his hands at the same time. His knuckles brushed over her skin, forging a path toward her breasts. The soft flesh rose beneath his fingers, her bosom almost heaving in anticipation. When he reached the fabric of her bra, he pushed the lace lower, exposing her nipples. Like brave soldiers, they stood to attention.

  “Such gorgeous tits,” he professed and sank his lips onto one nipple, capturing it in his mouth. His tongue licked over the erect bud, eliciting a visible shudder in her body. By the gods, she tasted good. Young, pure, yet wanton and seductive.

  He grabbed her dress with both his hands and pushed it lower until it fell to her feet. Then he pressed her with her back against the door, his cock thrusting against her as if requesting entry.

  Soon, he cautioned his over-eager appendage.

  He continued licking and sucking her nipple, while he explored the rest of her body. Unimpeded by her dress, his hands now lowered to her backside. Shock jolted through him when he felt naked flesh underneath his searching hands. Fuck! Was she not wearing panties? She was going to kill him!

  He tore his mouth from her lips and looked down at her. There, where her legs met, a tiny triangle of black lace barely covered the entrance to her body. Black strings ran to her backside. His hands followed them. She was wearing a G-string. Just like the day at the coffee shop. He’d almost forgotten about that. Under that almost innocent façade, Penny was proving to be more seductive than the most experienced temptress on Olympus.

  “You like it?” she whispered.

  He lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Like? Baby, like doesn’t even begin to describe what I feel right now.”

  He lowered his lips to hers. “I’m going to fuck you so long and so hard that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” Then his mouth was back on hers, not giving her a chance to respond to his possessive claim.

  Penny’s hands tore at his shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons, until several of them finally opened. Seemingly impatiently, she yanked the shirt off him, dropping it to the floor. Then her hands were on his chest, her fingers exploring him, teasing him, while her lips urged him to dive deeper into her, to kiss her more passionately. Like a conqueror, he took her mouth and lost himself in her tantalizing depths.

  Kissing Penny was thrilling. Feeling her half-naked body pressed to his made him want to howl like a beast. Though it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed to get closer. He needed to be inside her.

  Hermes removed his hands from her backside only to open his pants and rid himself of them, sliding his sandals off in the same movement. Beneath his boxer briefs, his erection bulged, impatient to be freed.

  “Touch me,” he demanded and pressed his hands back on her ass, kneading the responsive flesh in his hands.

  An instant later, he felt soft hands slip into the back of his boxers, pushing the fabric down. His cock popped free of its confines. Cool air wafted against the sensitive flesh, teasing his nerve endings even more. Then her hand wrapped around him, and he nearly lost it.

  A deep groan dislodged from his throat, a rumble so primal that he was afraid he’d scare her with it. But Penny simply continued running her hand down his cock as if measuring him.

  His own hands weren’t idle. He hooked his thumbs underneath the string of her panties and pulled them down over her hips to free her of them. Caressing her skin, he let his hand wander to the place the fabric had just unveiled. The patch of hair between her legs had been trimmed to a slim line. He ran his fingers through it, then dipped lower to where warmth greeted him.

  Her arousal drifted into his nose, the scent threatening to overwhelm him and urge him to give in to his release, a release that seemed imminent if she continued to touch him with her gentle fingers.

  Hermes dropped his mouth back onto her breasts, licking and sucking, gorging himself on the plentiful feast, while his fingers teased her wet folds. Her plentiful juices made the slide of his fingers feel like an exploration of silk. Unable to wait any longer, he drove a finger into her sheath. Penny gasped. Her muscles clamped around him like a tight fist.

  “You’re so fucking tight!” he groaned. She would milk him within seconds once he was inside her. He didn’t stand a chance.

  He pulled his finger from her, only to push it back inside her and feel the same tightness. Yes, she would be his undoing. But maybe it would be a good thing. Maybe finally losing control was what he needed. Because over the last weeks he’d been wound so tightly that he was bound to flip his lid. Maybe Penny could help him take the edge off by making him forget everything, his responsibilities, and even the fact that he was a god. Because in her arms everything primal emerged from deep inside him. He was all male. Only man. Powerless in the arms of a woman, subjected to her will.

  As his finger worked in and out of her core, desperately trying to stretch her tight channel, Penny’s hand on him stilled. Just as well, because he needed the reprieve.

  Her moans and sighs filled the room now, bouncing off the wallpapered walls and the comfortable furniture. With every second, his need grew stronger until he couldn’t take it any longer. He grabbed her, lifted her up, and laid her on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide while he stood at her center. Only now he noticed that she still wore her strappy, high heeled sandals. That, together with the bra that exposed her nipples, made him even hotter. He’d never felt so randy in his life.

  Hermes wrapped his hands around her ankles and pulled her to him, until her ass lined up with the edge of the bed. He was about to plunge forward, when he felt her pull back, a look of panic on her face.

  “Condom!”

  In his haste, he hadn’t thought about that pesky annoyance. For him, a god, it didn’t matter; but whenever frolicking with a human, he’d kept up the pretense so as not to raise s
uspicion. Just like he had to do now.

  “Oh, sorry, I almost forgot.”

  He released her legs and rushed to the bedside table. By the time he reached it, he’d already made a package of condoms appear in its top drawer. Impatiently, he took one and sheathed himself. Then he was back, resuming his previous position.

  “Where were we?” He paused. “Oh, yeah. That’s where we were.” He plunged inside her with one stroke, seating himself to the hilt.

  Then he pulled out of her almost completely, only to thrust back into her, relishing the tightness of her moist channel. She felt like silk.

  His body took over. His mind went blank. All he could do was drive into her again and again, slamming his iron-hard cock into her soft pussy, while her ankles rested on his shoulders, allowing him to fuck her hard and fast.

  He watched her boobs bounce with every thrust, up and down, side-to-side, the nipples remaining rock hard, just as hard as his cock inside her. His balls slapped against her flesh, each impact sending electrical shocks through his entire body. And with each plunge into her, he edged closer to his release. He tried to hold it back, to make it last. But he knew he would lose that fight too soon.

  But he wouldn’t let it happen, not until he’d given her the ultimate pleasure. Releasing one of her legs, he reached for her pussy and slid his finger through her curls. He drew up moisture from her wet folds and found the little bundle of nerves that was hidden at the base of her curls. He stroked over it, making her cry out instantly. Yes, he knew exactly what she needed now.

  “Easy, baby. I’ll give you what you need,” he promised, and continued his sensual onslaught on her clit, caressing it in a slow circular motion, then increasing his tempo, matching it to her breathing.

  “Oh, God, yes,” she cried out again.

  “Yes, baby, come for me. Let me feel you squeeze me hard when you come,” he urged her, relentlessly rubbing his finger over her clit, while he continued plunging into her.

  He clenched his jaw, biting back his impending release, the cords in his neck straining, his whole body hardening.

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he screamed.

  And then finally, he felt the spasms that indicated her climax, the shudders that went through her as she thrashed underneath him. With a groan, he thrust deeper into her, allowing his body to take over. He wanted her, all of her. To possess her, to take care of her. To pleasure her again and again, not just this once.

  The force of his climax took him by surprise. His entire body felt as if he were exploding into a thousand pieces. Pleasure speared through him. And lust surged higher when his seed burst from him and filled her.

  “Oh baby!” he murmured, lowering himself onto her.

  He sank his head into the crook of her neck, breathing hard. He’d never known such satisfaction, such utter bliss, but it wouldn’t change anything for him. Soon, he’d disentangle himself from Penny and go his separate way.

  He was a confirmed bachelor, and he would remain one, if only to spite Zeus.

  12

  Hermes stood behind Penny, enjoying the slight sweep of Penny’s neck, as he took her shawl, his fingers running across her shoulder blades, one after another. He leaned in to smell her perfume—sweet, exotic, intoxicating. She shivered at his touch and turned to him, her pupils dilating, her lips parting. Why was she dressed again? Strange. Hadn’t he just ripped the clothes from her body? Hadn’t he just fucked her until they were both senseless?

  He leaned forward and felt her breath quickening, her lips parting. She twined her arms around his neck, her soft mewling noises filling the air. He tasted her heat, her need. She moaned, the sound coming from deep inside her.

  “Penny, my sweet Penny,” he murmured.

  A loud chirp filled the room. He opened his eyes. A bird was perched on the ceiling fan above him, staring down. Chirping. What in Hades? He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and looked toward the open balcony doors. In his rush to take Penny to bed, he hadn’t bothered closing the doors that he’d opened during the day. He smiled and turned his head, expecting to see Penny sleeping on the pillow next to him.

  The pillow was empty. She wasn’t in the bed. He sat up, looking toward the bathroom. The door stood open; the room was empty. Disappointed that she wasn’t next to him, he tossed the sheet off. If she were still in his bed, they could repeat what they’d done the night before. He was ready for it too, his cock harder than a crow bar.

  Hermes glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was barely eight o’clock. For a moment, he remained silent, listening for the sounds in the vast house. His superior hearing picked up the clink of cutlery. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and fried bacon wafted up to him. Sophia usually had a breakfast buffet set up; maybe Penny had smelled it upon waking and had gotten hungry. They’d certainly burned some calories last night, and just as his stomach now growled, she had probably felt the same.

  Hermes jumped out of bed and dashed into the bathroom. Five minutes later, he was presentable, and rushed out of his room and down the stairs. The cool wood felt good under his bare feet. Bare feet? He looked down at himself. Why hadn’t he slipped into his sandals? It was the first thing he did every morning when he got up, his sandals always standing next to his bed, so he could never forget them.

  He shook his head. Clearly, having spent the night with Penny had uprooted his routine somewhat.

  Hermes burst into the dining room, where the breakfast buffet had been built up. It was empty. Alice entered from the kitchen, carrying a bowl of steaming grits.

  “Good morning, Hermes, did you sleep well?” She set the bowl on a plate heater.

  He nodded quickly. “Morning, Alice. Have you seen my friend Penny this morning?”

  “The brunette you came to the party with last night?” Alice winked at him, chuckling. “You dog!”

  Hermes couldn’t suppress the pride in his chest that welled up at the thought that he’d gotten Penny to sleep with him, after she’d almost wanted to leave the party before even coming up to his room. Luckily, he’d nipped that thought in the bud instantly.

  “Yes, the brunette. Did she come down for breakfast already?”

  “Sorry, haven’t seen her.” Alice glanced at the buffet. “But somebody has already taken some food. Maybe she took a plate out on the balcony with her. It’s such a gorgeous morning.”

  Hermes nodded. That had to be it. Penny was probably having breakfast on the balcony overlooking the garden. He should have thought of that. “Thanks, Alice!”

  He stepped out onto the balcony, the French doors falling shut behind him again.

  “Morning, Hermes,” Sophia greeted him, balancing her plate on her lap as she reached for her coffee mug. “I thought I’d quickly grab breakfast before this crazy day starts.”

  Disappointed, he greeted her. “Morning. You didn’t see Penny here, did you?”

  “You mean after last night? No. Should I have?” Sophia’s eyes twinkled. “So she stayed, huh?”

  “Yeah.”

  But she was gone now. Why had she left without telling him? Surprise and annoyance filled him. Why would she sneak away? Had she been embarrassed about what had happened between them? Ridiculous! Besides, if anyone were going to sneak out into the night after several hours of amazing sex, it would be he. Not the woman.

  Women didn’t run out on him. He did the running. What was it with this woman? Why would she just ditch him like that?

  “Excuse me, Sophia, I’ve gotta . . . ”

  Well, he didn’t know what he needed to do. Collect his thoughts maybe. Screw his head on right again. Squash the disappointment inside him. Maybe he should just get out and take a long walk along the shore, clear his head. Right. That was what he had to do.

  He was already walking toward the stairs that descended to the first floor when he noticed his bare feet again. Right, he needed his sandals.

  Hermes rushed upstairs and opened the door to his room, his eyes instantly falling onto the spot nex
t to the bed, where he kept his sandals—only, the spot was empty. Maybe he’d accidentally pushed them under the bed. He bent down to look underneath it, but saw nothing except for a layer of dust that had accumulated there.

  Hermes rose, searching his room more thoroughly now. His sandals had to be somewhere. He remembered that he’d still been wearing them when he and Penny were out near the fountain. She’d been the only one taking her shoes off then. He hadn’t gone into the water, he was sure of it.

  Nevertheless, he walked out onto the balcony and looked down at the fountain, then perused the balcony. Nothing.

  His sandals were gone.

  13

  Penny’s heart was pounding, her head swimming. What had she done? She still couldn’t believe it, but she’d taken Hermes’ sandals.

  No, not taken. Only borrowed, she corrected herself.

  When she’d woken to go to the bathroom, she’d tripped over them—actually had almost fallen as a result. She’d picked them up and taken them with her into the bathroom to study them in the light. They were magnificent. She’d just wanted to take a closer look. Much closer, like under her microscope. But her office was across town from the B&B and it had taken her longer to get there than she’d anticipated. She’d thought she could simply take a quick look at the sandals, and then get them back before Hermes even noticed they were gone.

  But it hadn’t worked out that way. Examining them had taken her much longer than she’d thought it would. And she still wasn’t done.

  She’d told herself that even if Hermes woke while she was gone, chances were he would take a shower first, and maybe even have breakfast before he noticed that his shoes were missing. She would have plenty of time to get them back. Right?

  Wrong. She was an idiot. A fool.

  Because once she’d started examining them, she’d become fascinated. A thought had popped into her head: what if these sandals were the answer to her prayers? What if they could help her gain tenure and thus save her job?