Enlil eyed her just visible ass again. His prick twitched. He had better things to do with his time than wrangle with an irate mother. This situation seemed more than any patient god could take, and everyone knew Enlil was not long on patience. He barked the woman’s name into the phone.
“Jovana.” He sent his compelling force over the line, hoping it would aid him. “Pick up the phone.”
A smattering of Spanish erupted, but eventually the instrument came to life. “What do you want, infiel?”
He glanced at the shaking shoulders of his unwilling bed partner.
“…infidel…in case you were wondering.” Oh, good. Candy seemed to be getting a real kick out of this.
“Jovana.” Enlil got a gleam in his eyes that if Candy had been facing him, would have worried her. “I don’t have time to cross swords with you. I’m about to worship your very fine daughter in a variety of ways that might not be G-rated. It may take me some time. But after that, I would very much enjoy meeting you, since you are quite clearly the woman who blessed her daughter with such charming ways. What do you think about getting together, later?”
Dead silence prevailed on the other end of the line.
“Jovana?” Enlil inquired.
“Be at my house in three hours para la cena,” The woman barked abruptly. Then she hung up.
“Extremely pleasant woman.” Enlil gently placed the phone back on the pillow.
No answer came from Candy.
“What?” Enlil asked. Palpable censure flowed off her and figured he was about to catch some serious crap for telling her mother about his intended play time.
“Now you’ve done it.” Candy turned her head on her arm and regarded him with one cold, violet eye.
He waited for the tirade.
“We’ve been ordered to supper.”
Wait. What? Enlil grinned. Candy didn’t bitch at him about outing his physical plans to her mother? Instead, she worried about going for food? Enlil paused to think. Okay. He wasn’t completely thrilled about that either, but why waste valuable time worrying? He had other, more important things on his mind; things that Candy hadn’t said no to.
“You have a very fine ass,” he said, pointedly. “I’d like to rub it.”
Candy stifled what might have been a giggle. “It’s just an ass you know, not a fucking Picasso.”
Wow. If only he’d known she became a much nicer person after she’d had some sleep. Enlil beamed, elated. Truly, she hadn’t woken up spitting.
“So have at it, big boy.” Candy squirmed like a kitten and raised her shirt. Enlil almost swallowed his tongue. Permission from the tart little agent? He took in her perfect, muscled behind and gave an audible groan. That sound earned him a laugh.
Heartened, he rose over her and his large hands encompassed both taut globes.
Candy sighed at the contact. It was probably a very bad idea, but damn, she was a sucker for a rub down, even if just her glutes. “We have an understanding. Right?” She needed to make sure he wouldn’t go nuts on her from behind.
Enlil blew a gust of wind across her ass. “Yeah. No fucking. I remember.” He grabbed for the hem of her shirt where it bunched around her waist, and lifted it up over her head, then used quick fingers to unfasten her bra.
“What the fuck, Enlil?” she squealed, attempting to come to her knees. “I said ass rub, not titty squeeze.”
He used her upright position to remove the scrap of material, then forced her back, face down on the bed. When she finally stopped huffing and relaxed her body, he ran his hands up, around, and under her to cup her generous breasts.
“Shit.” She breathed. She was afraid of that. Enlil straddled her prone body while expertly massaging her ribcage and breasts, and she melted, putty in his hands. Effectively trapped between his thighs, his warm balls sat snugly in the small of her back. Damn. She loved this.
“You’re still an asshole, I want you to know.” She kept up her bravado while relishing his ministrations. “This doesn’t change a thing between us. That whole Chosen business? Don’t even go there. The only difference right now is that you’ve got great fucking hands.” She was melted butter while he slipped to her back and kneaded her shoulders.
Candy grew warm and pliant underneath Enlil; despite the fact they were both naked and she clearly remained at his mercy. She held still under his touch, trying to deny her attraction, but the electricity between them proved undeniable. The tug she’d been trying to ignore―and she’d been quick to dismiss―whispered “Chosen.” Not that she’d give credence to that. Despite two intense sessions of oral gratification, and a naked nap, Enlil hadn’t once lit up. And she’d been told definitively that amulet lighting was the only true sign.
“What are you scared of, Candy?” The wind god broke into her quiet thoughts with a deliberately innocent question, bringing hard thumbs to the small of her back and digging at the tension there. She stiffened.
“I’m not afraid of anything.” Candy lied in a voice she purposely made hard. “I just don’t want to have sex with you.”
Enlil wouldn’t back down. “I hate to tell you, but it’s too late for that. Blow jobs count as sex.”
“No they don’t.” Candy was back on solid ground here.
“Yes. They do,” Enlil sat back on his heels.
“No. They. Don’t.” Candy countered, growling. “You want to put it to a vote? The goddess league vs. their husbands?” Candy quirked one eyebrow backward in Enlil’s direction.
The wind god barked a laugh. “You’re on.”
“Fine. We’ll discuss the exact wager, later,” she snarked. “Call your peeps.”
Enlil opened his head to her as he called out. Mated gods and goddesses. And because he’d let her tune in, she heard the responses back through him.
What’s up your ass, wind boy? Lenore replied first. Candy grinned.
Do I have all of you? Enlil questioned. I want to make this as quick and painless as possible.
He got affirmatives from Marduk, Tess, Holly, Dagon, Anshar, Lenore, and lastly from Hux, and Dani-Lee.
Good. I’m winning a bet, here, so make sure you’re answers go loud and clear into Candy’s head. She says that blow jobs aren’t sex, and I say they are. How say you?
There hit a giant influx of opinions, but the outcome became crystal clear.
Candy rocked about underneath him, laughing her ass off. Just as she’d intimated. The women agreed with her, and the men sided with Enlil. Stand-off.
Enlil gruffly thanked the now arguing couples, and cut the connection.
****
Enlil regarded the giggling yet smokin’ hot body beneath him. He laughed with her, then lay back. He loved this fun side of Candy, and it puzzled him. How could they both be naked in bed and enjoying themselves? Without touching? If anyone had told him this could happen, he would have felt certain he was being teased.
Huh. The god sensed that a completely different Candy hid beneath the surface of what she’d shown him. Spitting, fierce, and foulmouthed agent on the outside. A total, silly, dork on the inside.
Of necessity, his thoughts went deeper. Her background…her overbearing mother…perhaps devoutly Catholic. Willing to roll with some oral sex but not admit it was sex. Dead set against him going further, and not because of his bull? Enlil refused to let it rest.
“You weren’t afraid of my bull attempting to come out when you sucked me off. Were you?” he asked.
“Nope.” She chuckled underneath him. “From what I saw, he was kind of cute, actually.”
“Cute.” Enlil knew she tweaked him to get a rise, but oddly the bull inside him preened at her description. What the fuck? She played with fire here, but he needed more answers.
Enlil leaned up on one elbow and drew a finger slowly down the crack of Candy’s ass. She hissed as he poised at her back entrance, rubbing a little. He said in the most unconcerned voice he could muster, “Tell me you’re not a virgin, Candy.” His digit didn’t probe as muc
h as threaten.
For the first time since he’d met her, Candy didn’t have a quick comeback. He’d hoped for an “in your dreams, prick” or a “like there are any thirty-one-year-old virgins left on Earth.” Instead, he got tensed muscles and a bad feeling in his gut.
“Move your finger a single centimeter and I’ll rip your dick off,” she warned.
Shit. Enlil let out an agonized groan. “You are, aren’t you?” He withdrew his hand and threw himself on his back next to her again, sighing.
He didn’t know whether to curse or rejoice. He’d never broken in a virgin, and he didn’t know if he’d be any good at it. Not to mention the bovine wild card. Damn it all to hell. It would take every bit of his strength not to let his bull-size prick take over and split the tiny agent in two. If that happened, she’d probably run screaming from her first sexual encounter and enter a convent, never to be heard from again. On the other hand, if Candy was really his Chosen, and fate had intervened to have her wait for him…
No. He couldn’t think along those lines or his bull would become completely arrogant and possessive. He didn’t need that.
“What makes you think I’m a virgin, tough guy?” Candy reverted to swagger, her clear fallback when cornered.
Instead of answering, he deliberately spread her legs a few inches, and ignoring her ass this time, grazed a finger through the moistness of her pussy, not allowing her to close her thighs when she tried to move.
“I haven’t been up here yet,” he speculated. “Except with my tongue.” He placed one large digit purposefully at her entrance. If what he surmised was true, Candy had been playing a dangerous game with him. With his bull. And he needed to know the truth. He doubted if she’d give him veracity willingly. “If I put my finger inside you, Candy, just how tight will you be?”
“Remove it,” she ordered, having stilled beneath his determined probing.
He’d dipped a scant half inch inward. Damn, she was tight.
“I mean it, Enlil. If you dare put that finger in me, I’ll castrate you next time you sleep.” To his amazement―and contrary to her tirade―she spread her legs a little wider.
Enlil sensed that part of her wanted the invasion, but uh, uh. No way. He wouldn’t forcibly breach a door that had yet to be opened.
“So you’ll have to tell me, instead,” Enlil taunted, slowly withdrawing and circling around the entrance to her moist pussy.
“Ah, fuck it,” Candy hissed. She canted a knee out to one side, grabbed his hand and pressed his finger into her pussy. His cock became instantly hard. He sputtered as she followed up by getting to her hands and knees where the whole of her entire pussy―filled with his digit―glistened right in his face.
“What do you think, asshole?”
Enlil obligingly added a second finger to her luscious cunt. Maybe he’d been wrong. Maybe, hard and ready, his cock would be inside her in the next thirty seconds. But when he scissored his fingers apart within her tight channel, Candy flinched.
Fuck.
Enlil reluctantly withdrew, keeping a groan to himself. “You still have your maidenhead.” His voice stated the fact and emerged husky. “How is that possible?”
Candy, still on her knees, gazed back at him over her shoulder with the look of a seasoned trollop. “Make me come and I’ll tell you,” she purred.
Enlil didn’t think he could be any more shocked. Candy Lane. Virgin temptress. Now what the fuck should he do? He wanted to roar, and his cock ached where it bobbed at his abdomen. His breathing became ragged. Fine. One orgasm, coming up. He’d be damned if he’d disappoint her.
“Deal.” He could barely speak. This needed to be done quickly, for his own sake. Keeping her on her knees, he knocked the elbows out from under her, sending her chest to the bed, which lifted her pelvis several inches higher. Now he had complete access to her clitoris and her spread pussy as she balanced. “What a beautiful sight.” He watched a shiver run through her muscular frame.
Enlil wouldn’t admit it, but for all his experience and bravado, he was afraid of hurting her. His hand shook, approaching her gleaming wetness.
Thank gods, an idea popped into his head.
“Take my hand and make yourself come,” he commanded, tracing a line with his fingers from her belly button to the small patch of soft hair that did nothing to hide her needy clit.
Candy sucked in a breath. “You mean…masturbate using your hand?” she questioned.
“That’s exactly what I mean.” And if she didn’t, Enlil had no idea what he’d do next. This was tricky territory for him.
He let out a shaky and silent thank you to the gods when she finally reached down and grasped his hand, pressing the heel of his palm into her wanting clit. After he’d worked into a pressure that clearly satisfied, she prodded his hand down, and curled his fingers to spread her lips. “Put one in,” she breathed, still grinding her hips.
“In what, Candy,” he growled. “In your pussy?”
“Yeah. In my pussy,” she hissed, making his prick pound.
Enlil gripped her ass and carefully slid his middle finger inside her wet snatch. The position of his hand didn’t allow for deep penetration, but obviously, it went far enough. He got a groan of approval. Candy pressed and gyrated, making Enlil nearly forget himself.
Horns poked through his thick blond braids. Not good, but he sensed she would come fast. That she was almost there. He could keep his bull at bay for a few minutes more.
Her movements tensed, her pussy widened, and with a cry, Candy found her release. She pressed his hand as deeply as she could and spasms grabbed his finger. He concentrated on the sensations, ignoring―with difficulty―his own hard prick. Eventually she relaxed and his hand slipped from inside of her. Candy’s hips dropped to the bed.
“Unbelievable,” she finally got out. Awe resonated in her voice.
“Glad to oblige,” he gloated, his chest swelling.
What the hell? His mouth turned up in a grin that went ear to ear. He quickly turned his head so she wouldn’t see it. Shit. Why did he feel elated to have pleased her? He’d given women orgasm’s before, but he’d never felt like this afterward, not even when he’d found his own release. Candy’s satisfaction at his hands made him feel proud. Complete.
Dammit. Not good. Emotions were seeping in, which meant he’d strayed from his original goal of filling Candy with his cock to find out if she could be the one to set him free. He should stop this sappy shit and fuck her. Be done with it. Virgin or no virgin, light up or not, but hell, at least he should get with the program.
His shoulders fell and the grin left him. He couldn’t do any of that. She was a virgin, and he wasn’t a complete asshole.
He sat back on his heels, aghast. Was this what had happened to Marduk and Dagon? Two of the toughest, hardest assed gods he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing. Both had been brought to their knees by their Chosen. The walls closed in on him. Could it be possible he followed in those footsteps?
“So. You’re right,” Candy murmured into the mattress beneath her.
“Right about what?” Enlil snapped. She’d brought him back from his dark thoughts and he barked unreasonably, but the whole idea of being under the thrall of a woman―Candy―fucked with his head. And his dick.
Of course, that’s what he needed. If he took care of his own raging hard-on, everything would be fine. Backed up semen. Bad for the brain. He gripped his cock with the hand slick from Candy’s moisture, and slipped his hand slowly up and down his pounding length.
“I’m…uh…technically a virgin,” Candy admitted her condition to him in a very small voice while burying her head in the pillow.
“Technically?” Enlil’s prick instantly lost interest in his palm. See? It was already happening. Candy, spoiling his mood. She kept her face down, not meeting his gaze.
“Well, I’ve gone down on guys in the past.” Her voice became combative, as if waiting for Enlil to judge. “But I never considered that blow jobs were
sex. Although, now I know, in guys heads it seems to count,” she chuffed.
Enlil completely backed off from attempting self-ministrations. He could tell Candy wanted to talk. He’d converse with her now and take care of business when she finished. “I did say that,” he admitted. “And yet, there’s the matter of your hymen. It’s intact. I suppose that’s what you mean by technically.” He rolled his eyes at the semantics.
Candy finally turned over and gave him a bold stare. “I want you to know I had no choice but to offer up blow jobs in the past if I wanted to remain unfucked,” she spat.
Now she wanted to tell her backstory. Fine. He let the needs of his cock seep from his brain while he settled down to listen.
“When I turned sixteen, my mother and I moved across town from where I’d been born. She’d lost her job as a line cook when a fire burned down the restaurant where she worked. The only job she could find was at a middle school, working in the cafeteria in another district. So, we relocated.”
Enlil could see Candy’s face getting thoughtful, looking back…
Chapter Ten
“Mama, I don’t want to go to this new high school.” Candy pleaded with her mother to let her take the long bus ride back to be with her old friends.
“You will do this, chiquita.” Her mother paused at the high school gates. She had another two blocks to walk to her new job, but she took the time to assure Candy that she would eventually fit in. “Everything will be fine. I will see you tonight.”
Candy stepped aside quickly to avoid the kiss her mother almost planted on her cheek. Bad enough she had to meet new people. She wouldn’t be embarrassed as well.
Candy dragged her feet up the steps and into the school, trying to ignore the pointed fingers and stares thrown in her direction. She’d met with the guidance counselor the week before, and knew where her classes were. She hoped she could sit unobtrusively in the back of each classroom and blend into the woodwork.
Her first two subjects, algebra and history, progressed well. She was one of the smart ones, and the nerd population would be agreeable enough, if not friendly. So, okay. Candy hadn’t expected to make new buddies, she just wanted to survive.
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