Utter Cupidity

by Toni L. Meilleur

  “Uh-uh, you’re not getting away with it that easy. What happened?” Lindie pushed the door open. Her Nosiness was in high gear and she wasn’t giving up.

  “Nothing,” Brea squeaked, her traitorous face going up in flames as she removed her T-shirt.

  “Spill it, or I will hound you every second of your life, and we both know I’ll do it.” Lindie folded her arms across her chest, looking like a very beautiful, nosy, porcelain doll. Brea took a deep breath in defeat. That bath was looking better and better.

  “You win, Lindie, I will not go into the fine details, but Jordan and I had a—a moment.”

  “What’s a moment? You locked eyes? You kissed? You realized you both were raised as barbarians? What is a moment?”

  “We had a certain level of intimacy, and that is as far as I’m willing to go with it.”

  Lindie paused, digesting the information. She looked at Brea. “Good,” she finally said.

  “Good? Is that all you have to say after all that hounding? Good?”

  “Obviously this is uncomfortable for you, and the only reason it’s uncomfortable is because whatever ‘intimacy’ you shared with Jordan you liked. In the end that’s all that matters—you had fun.”

  “Yeah,” Brea agreed. “It was fun. He wants us to get together tonight.”

  “Are you going to go, or are you going to play chicken like you always do?”

  Brea let the snide comment pass. “I’m going to go, but believe me, I’m not getting heavily inv—”

  “I don’t want to hear it.” Lindie held up her hand, “I’ve heard this long speech a million times. I’m not asking you to, I want you to have fun while we’re here. Then you can leave the most gorgeous man in the world behind and get back to your mundane, sexless life in Canton.”

  “I do not have a—oh wait, yes, it is sexless. That’s why I can’t control myself around him,” Brea mused, glad she had found a reason for her wanton behavior. Her hormones were out of control because she barely used them. “Whatever, I need a bath. Torture me later,” she ordered Lindie out of her room. Lindie bounced out with a sly grin on her face.

  Brea smiled and began to finish undressing. As she was about to remove her pants, something caught her eye. The spider web glinted in the afternoon sun. Brea stared at it a moment, following the design with her keen eyes. Was she crazy or did it have a dream catcher woven in as a pattern? She got closer to the web; it was a freak of chance. Like seeing a potato with the profile of Abraham Lincoln. She thought about taking a picture of it with her camera phone since no one would believe her. She pulled the phone out of her back pocket after she removed her jeans and snapped a picture, tossed the phone on the bed and went about preparing for a bath.

  Brea sank down in the warm, bubbly water and let it ease her strained muscles. She tended to carry all her stress in her shoulders. She looked at the small wicker stand, her eyes trained on the towel that was wrapped around what she needed. She suffered the cool air for a moment as she got up grabbed the towel and sat back in the water. Slowly she unwrapped the towel to gaze upon her favorite waterproof toy—a purple vibrator with a rabbit. She tossed the towel over the side of the tub and lovingly caressed the almost realistic feeling material. Perhaps her fascination with Jordan was because she not only hadn’t gotten any in awhile, she hadn’t even played in awhile, thanks to Mr. Forbright. Quickly, she banished the image of the old man and opted for something sexier, warmer, more obtainable—Jordan Areson.

  She slipped the vibrator underwater and switched it on. A low hum escaped her lips as the thought of pleasure camped itself out in her mind. She spread her legs, running the vibrator along her inner thighs, close but not quite touching where she wanted it. She allowed the soapy water to lubricate the toy for her. Images of Jordan played out in her mind. She took the fabricated cock and let it hum on top of her clitoris. She nearly bucked out of the water from the sensation. Oh yes, it had been too long. Deliciously slowly, she put the head of the cock at her entrance and pushed, her tight hole momentarily resisting the invasion. She pushed it further in, placing her legs on top of either side of the tub, spread open for Jordan. She imagined his cock sliding into her, filling her. Brea kept her moans of pleasure low, so Lindie wouldn’t hear her.

  Finally, she let the vibrator rest inside of her, humming. The rabbit flicked furiously at her clit as she gyrated her hips in a circle. Water began to splash over the side of the tub but she didn’t care as her desire began to build. She could see Jordan, his blue eyes staring down into her hazel ones as he fucked her. His hair freed from bondage fell softly around her face like a curtain, carrying his scent to her, driving her wild. She was pumping the vibrator in and out at a mad pace, the rabbit flicking at her hardened clit as she fucked herself. Her legs strained as she felt the beginning of the end. She could see the sweat pouring off of Jordan. She clung to him, encouraging him with her moans. His face took on an almost ethereal quality as he came inside of her, Brea could practically feel his semen rushing in, coating her walls—and that’s what took her over the edge. The vibrator hummed relentlessly as she toppled into a chasm of utter joy.

  Her vaginal muscles clamped onto the toy in powerful waves. With one hand she clutched the side of the tub, the other held the vibrator in place, until the last wave subsided. Slowly she pulled it out, her breathing raspy. Despite the water, she knew the toy was slick from her own juices. She leaned her head back and took a deep breath, lowering her legs back into the warm water. She felt boneless, almost relaxed. Almost, because now she couldn’t get the picture of Jordan out of her mind, and realized the satisfaction she just gave herself was but a teaser. She now wanted the real thing more than ever.

  When Cupid found himself alone in his house, the torment started. He smelled her all over him. It would be hours before he could see her. Would she let him touch her again? Cupid could feel his cock swelling in his pants. How long had it been since he got laid? Three, four days? It seemed an eternity. He wasn’t just craving sex, no, he was craving her. He wanted one woman. If a dozen beautiful women came through that door, he wouldn’t touch them because they weren’t Brea. They wouldn’t have her attitude, her creamy golden skin, that natural scent that drove him wild. Cupid tried to adjust himself in the form-fitting jeans as he paced in his bedroom. Why didn’t they make the crotch bigger?

  He paced and tried not to look out the window at the house down the road. She was in there, probably naked. He shook his head; there was no way in the world he was seeing her tonight without trying to make love to her. This morning had been fantastic, and even without penetration he felt fulfilled. But he wanted to be inside her. He wanted to slide himself in and out of her. He wanted to feel himself in her mouth, those plump lips wrapping around his cock… It was that thought that did it. He couldn’t use his powers to seduce Brea, but he could certainly use them to seduce himself. He conjured up an exact image of Brea, stark naked. He made the illusion real enough so that he could feel it when she touched him. She smiled at him. He hardened even more.

  Cupid walked across the room to her, she was made of particles strewn together, but for the moment Brea was there in the room with him, just to please him. Brea continued to smile at him as she went to her knees in front of him. He undid his jeans for her. She watched him with hungry eyes.

  “You want this, don’t you?” The image nodded to him, her gaze never once leaving his crotch. “You want to taste me, baby?” he crooned to the crouching Brea. Her eyes opened wide when his cock sprang free, so hard and strung tight it bounced in front of her waiting lips. “Open your mouth for me, Brea, let me feel your tongue on my cock.” His voice went hoarse from his desire. The doppelganger took Cupid into her mouth, first sucking just the velvety mushroom head. She placed her soft warm hands on either one of his thighs as she suckled him.

  Cupid let his head fall back in complete abandonment to pleasure. She ran her tongue under the head of his cock, before licking it from base to tip, and then she starti
ng humming on it. “Yes, that’s it,” he directed Brea, grabbing her head and guiding it along his cock. “That feels so good.” He moaned as she sucked at him harder. She took him so deep he felt himself go down her throat, but there was no gag reflex here, she knew what she was doing and she took his length without a problem. Cupid picked up his tempo. Now he looked down at her, watching her beautiful curls bounce as she took him in and out of her mouth, her throat…

  Cupid couldn’t stand it any longer, his body demanded release. He held her head in place and pumped into her mouth, deep into her throat. Her warm hands held tightly to his thighs to keep her stable as he rutted in her mouth. “By the gods!” he roared as his semen spewed down her throat. He could hear her greedily swallowing every drop of him. He began to slow his breathing as she licked the last evidence of his pleasure from the tip of his cock. She sat there smiling up at him. He kept the image in his mind as he waved his hand, scattering the particles, until nothing of her image remained. As he adjusted his jeans, his craving for her had only increased.

  He looked at the clock and groaned. He needed to release his pent-up tension. In a blink, Cupid’s wings shimmered into place. He stretched them, loving the feel of freedom his wings gave him. Flying always cleared his mind, and right now Brea permeated every cell in his mind.

  Ten: The road less traveled

  Brea looked at the storm clouds with a bit of anxiety. If it stormed badly enough, would Jordan cancel their date? She ignored the ugly question that kept surfacing: What did she care? Somehow this date had become important to her, too important. Why was she letting herself fall for Jordan Areson? He was everything she had warned herself to stay away from. He was tall, good-looking, rich and way too sexy. She was in deep trouble. The night fell softly, but by the look of the storm clouds it would throw itself into a frenzy. Brea got the nerve to back away from the window and finish her lukewarm coffee.

  “You’re not going to cancel because of a cloud or two?” Lindie asked, stuffing a large lump of chocolate ice cream into her mouth.

  “No. I was just wondering would it be worth it, if it starts storming.” Brea sat in the chair opposite Lindie.

  “Are you kidding me? Storms are the best date weather. It’s making love weather.” Lindie eyes grew reminiscent.

  “Oh snap out of it. No one’s making love tonight, at least not me.” Brea frowned at the cold coffee and got up to nuke it—again.

  “You know, I bet that stuff is toxic now.”

  “You’re right.” Brea grinned, deciding to toss the contents of the cup into the sink instead. “I’ll just make a fresh cup.”

  “So you can worry the hell out of that one too? Why are you so keyed up? Remember, Brea, have fun. That means no stress.” Another gob of ice cream met its demise down Lindie’s throat.

  “Having fun is stressful business,” Brea lamented, rinsing the dirty cup, thankful she had something to do with her hands.

  “You really need a clue and a vowel,” Lindie teased, shaking her head at her friend. “What time is he supposed to be here?”

  “Soon, I guess.” Brea turned from the sink and crossed her arms in front of her in deep thought. “I wonder what he has planned tonight.”

  Headlights flashed in the window and Brea’s heart flipped in excitement. Her feet, however, stayed glued to the spot. She hadn’t thought of what it would be like to face him after what they had done earlier. Did he expect more of the same? Truth be told, Brea would be disappointed if there wasn’t more. Seconds later a sharp rap sounded on the door. Brea was stuck.

  “Are you going to let tall, gorgeous and rich get soaking wet while you daydream?” Lindie queried, looking strangely at her friend. “Are you okay, Brea?”

  “Yeah, yes, could you get that for me? I need a moment.” Brea didn’t stay around to hear Lindie’s answer. She went into her bedroom and hyperventilated. She counted to ten as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Did she overdo it tonight?

  Her hair fell in soft curls framing her face. Just a hint of green eye shadow made her eyes appear more green than hazel. A lip tint with a high gloss made her lips look like they were begging for a kiss. She looked at the tunic, with different shades of brown and knew somehow it complimented her coloring. A pair of well-fitting, flared jeans rounded things off. She was somewhere in between comfy and dressy since she didn’t know what she was doing this evening.

  As she turned her head to view her profile, the chandelier earrings dangled. Maybe she was overdoing it. Maybe she wasn’t dressy enough. Maybe she should say to hell with it. She’d never been so nervous about going out on a date, least of all with a guy she’d already had an orgasm with. He was, after all, just a guy. With her new resolve, she straightened, her breathing easy. Jordan Areson could kiss her ass—he wasn’t causing any drama here.

  The moment Brea stepped out of the room, Lindie’s incessant chatter faded into the background and his breath hitched in his throat. She looked breathtaking. He half expected her to have on bunny slippers and a jogging outfit. Did she do this for him? He let himself believe that she wanted to impress him. “You look beautiful.” He watched her like a hawk, noted the way every curve swayed as she walked toward him.

  “Thank you,” she replied, looking almost shy. “I’m ready. I hope I’m dressed okay for whatever we’re doing.”

  “You could be naked for all I care and you’d be dressed perfectly.” A devilish grin popped out.

  “Well, thank you, but tonight I think I’ll stick with clothing.” Lindie snorted at that.

  “Where are you taking her?” Lindie scraped the side of her bowl, trying to make the question appear offhand.

  “It’s a surprise, like I told you two minutes ago when you let me in,” he chastised her lightly.

  “Well, I tried,” Lindie responded, not looking the least bit guilty about her prying.

  “Come on, are you going to at least tell me?” Brea concentrated on her steps to the door. He had put his large, warm hand in the small of her back as he led her out, and all she could think of was that that same hand was on her ass earlier, grinding her against his body…

  “No, some things make a better impact when shown,” he whispered in her ear. Goose bumps marched down her spine post haste.

  As Brea sat in his Jeep, she wondered just how many vehicles the man owned. She stole a glance at him, then relaxed when she realized he couldn’t see how hard she was staring in the dark. It wasn’t like he had night vision. He wore a plain, short-sleeved, dark blue T-shirt with black jeans. Wherever they were going obviously wasn’t too fancy. She relaxed a little. She didn’t feel like a lot of company, she wanted to be alone with Jordan, maybe pick his brain a little bit.

  “So do I pass inspection?” His sudden question made her jump.

  “What? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Brea was so embarrassed at being caught staring her ears burned.

  “You’ve been staring at me for a few minutes now. I was assuming you were trying to figure out where we’re going by how I’m dressed. Tell me, detective, what did you come up with?” His voice sounded so heavenly when he teased her. It sounded heavenly anyway.

  “Nothing.”

  “Ah. I see you’re not cut out for detective work.”

  “I never said I was.”

  “Well, the only hint I will give you is this: it’s something I’ve always wanted to do, but never got around to. So I figured if I was going to do it, I wanted my first time to be with you, Brea.” Jordan looked at her for a moment, total sincerity in his eyes.

  “Well, now I’m intrigued,” Brea whispered.

  “That makes two of us,” Jordan said, looking at her again.

  Twenty minutes, with no super-secret building hidden between trees, Brea was perplexed. The storm clouds had now completely taken over the sky, and she was afraid of storms. Then the Jeep just stopped. Brea stared around in the darkness. Nothing but trees greeted her line of vision. Jordan popped the trunk then got out of
the Jeep. He came around to her side and helped her out, before going to the back of the vehicle. Seconds later a flashlight came on and he put it in her hands, then turned on one for himself. When Brea shone the light on him, she could see a picnic basked in one hand and the flashlight in the other.

  “Watch your step.” He grinned. Brea fell in step behind him. They hiked through foliage for several minutes until her flashlight fell on a large triangular shape. Jordan stopped, and Brea heard the flicking of matches. In seconds, kindling was on fire.

  “Welcome to Camp Areson,” he said, waiting for her reaction.

  Brea was stunned. An area for a campfire had been meticulously dug out. A large tent that looked like it could sleep at least six people sat about four yards from the fire. Jordan had begun to unpack the basket he’d been carrying. He indicated she should sit on the log in front of the fire. Brea sat down numb from surprise. Out of the basket came a bag of marshmallows, graham crackers and chocolate. Followed by two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine.

  “You did all of this for me?” Brea asked with caution.

  “For us,” he amended. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, I thought now was as good a time as any.”

  “You seem to have put a lot of thought into this date.” Brea waved a hand toward the items freshly laid out.

  “Because the lady deserves it,” he responded with a dimpled smile.

  “Oh what are you waiting for?” Psyche hissed at Eris as they watched the couple. Again Eris couldn’t help thinking what an amateur Psyche was. Any wrongdoer worth their salt knew timing was everything.

  “For the right moment,” Eris responded sweetly. “Watch and learn my little cuckoo bird, watch and learn…”