Goddess

Huxley

Goddess and I have yet to explore anything beyond the surface level, and our time is coming to an end—two days, to be exact. I’ve been feeling things change between us for a while now, but I didn’t want to give it a name. My sole focus should have been to keep her hidden and safe while Benjamin continued to work to bring down Arlo and his connections to the Russian Mafia. Our ongoing fuck sessions without setting boundaries on where this was or wasn’t leading may not have been the best idea, but it’s what we both wanted—for a moment to be just us. After breakfast, I could feel the sexual tension between us. I watched her flush crimson several times after sneaking peeks at my cock. It took the restraint of a saint not to lift her on top of that table and show her how much I miss us. As if I conjured her up, she enters my bedroom and joins me in the center of the room. I’m frozen with indecision. I didn’t want to touch her again in that way unless I was willing to let her in—have something more than just physical. The decision is made the moment she thinks this and turns to leave. My hand reaches for her waist and pulls her back toward me. As she pauses, waiting for me to take the lead, I glide my palms across her hips and down into the crease of her thighs. My fingertips press into her, and I pull her even closer. In the midst of her breathing out, she whispers my name.

“Huxley ...”

I ignore her silent plea and keep quiet. With one arm still wrapped around her waist, I grab her hand with the other. Guiding her hand to the back of my head, I encourage her to grip my hair. Pulling my hair is her thing. My chin rises as I let out a deep breath. Quickly, I move my mouth to just inches from her ear and squeeze her breasts in my hands. “I want you so badly.” I continue to breathe heavily into her ear in hopes of turning her on more. She turns around and begins unbuttoning the shirt I put on after breakfast. With a press of a button from my phone, soft music begins to play. After she removes my shirt, she lifts her arms to the sky and starts moving her hips in the sexiest way I have ever seen a woman dance for me before. The ability to hold back from pouncing on her at this very moment is diminishing. Every part of my body wants to make her mine now. I continue to watch her dance as she massages her breasts and gyrates her hips. This is unexpected, but I’m enjoying her little performance.

“Fuck me.” The words spill out of my mouth as I stare at all of her beauty. I step up in front of her, feeling her skin connect with mine. The moment I kiss her lips, I know a trillion of these kisses will never be enough. She deserves so much more than I’ve been able to give her— something I plan on rectifying. I start by gently palming her cheeks, feeling how perfectly plump they are, then trailing kisses down her neck. Without saying a word, she asks for more by tilting her head. I continue until my lips lock onto her nipples. I push them together, pressing them against my face. As I suck on her breasts, she begins to moan. I grab her ass, one hand for each cheek, and lift her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist. Tits in my face. The heat of her pussy against my stomach. She grabs my face with both hands and lands a hungry kiss. Her tongue tastes so good in my mouth.

At that moment, I walk her over to my bed and lay her down. I slowly lower my knees to the ground, which naturally makes me slide down her body, and I kiss every inch of her on the way down. I want to make sure she knows I love everything about her. Nothing goes untouched. I kiss her breasts, her stomach, the crease of her leg, and the inside of her thighs. She quivers ever so slightly when I hit her sensitive areas until I finally find myself eye to eye with her pussy. I give it one soft lick, and a moan slips past her lips. I give it two more soft licks. Her hands begin to feel her own breasts. I know she’s more than ready, so I reach up to spread her lips, the ones between her thighs. I force my tongue against her clit, giving it a few good rubs. My tongue lowers, and I drive my full length into her heat. Her body tightens with another moan. I bring it back and continue flicking my tongue against her nub, using just the tip.

Goddess arches her back and yells, “Oh, my God!” She tries to catch her breath. She grabs the back of my head, the way I encouraged her to do when we first walked into the room, and she forces my face into her pussy. Eating a woman out has never been more pleasurable. “Just fuck me already,” she demands— the way she usually does when my teasing brings her to the brink.

I rise from between her legs and flip her onto her hands and knees. I take a couple of steps back just to take in the sight of her bare ass bent over in front of me. She looks back at me and begs again, “Come back here and fuck me.” I love this new confident side of her.

I position myself behind her, my erection ready to feel her heat, and thrust into her. A moment of pure ecstasy. As I continue to push my dick in and out, her moaning gets louder and louder. I grab her tits as I fuck her from behind. Her head is in the sheets, and she reaches back with both hands just to feel my arms. I glide my hands down to her hands, grabbing them and pulling her arms straight back as I slam my dick into her again and again. Her moaning is almost screaming at this point, and it makes me even harder.

Just as we are in the middle of our best sex to date, I pull out, step off the bed, and tell her, “Come here and taste yourself.”

She gets off the bed, drops to her knees, and starts sucking my dick without hesitation. She has the mouth of a goddess when it comes to giving head, truly her namesake. I don’t allow it to last too long, though, because I get off on delayed gratification. I move her back to the bed, this time on her back. I lower my body on top of hers and sink my dick inside her again. It’s even tighter now than it was before. Her swollen pussy latches onto my cock like a glove. She is so turned on. I lower my head to the bed next to hers and grab her ass with both hands. Lifting her hips, I force myself farther into her, hitting the perfect spot. Her moaning stops, and it appears she’s holding her breath. Suddenly, she gasps with the loudest moan yet, grabbing my head, then reaching for my ass. Both her palms give a hard squeeze, making me want to keep fucking her harder. My hand firmly grabs her neck. I squeeze a bit tighter, just to introduce her to a bit of breath play. Once I release, she lunges to kiss me savagely.

“I want to come, baby,” she informs me. I pull her to the edge of the bed and stand on the floor. I spread her legs and drive myself into her pussy. Now with equal footing, I’m thrusting into her harder than before. My finger starts to flick her clit simultaneously. Her moaning alternates with moments of her holding her breath. Her hands are not sure what to do and grab onto anything and everything. Her entire body tightens as she lifts her hips. Suddenly, she lets out a scream and squirts all over my dick.

“Keep going till you come,” she tells me as she is out of breath.

So I do as I’m told and keep fucking her. I thrust faster to turn myself on even more. Her pussy pulsating on my dick feels fucking amazing. My dick is super hard right now, and she is still loving every minute of this. Her moaning drives me toward my own orgasm. I feel myself building up and know it’s only going to take a few more strokes.

“Goddess, I’m going to come,” I warn.

After the final few strokes, I release everything inside her, and her walls milk every drop. I lay on her, and she wraps me up in her arms. I make sure to give her some gentle kisses after it is all done. Rough sex followed by gentleness is her sex language, and I’m more than happy to oblige. Tonight was another one for the books— epic sex that is unparalleled. I don’t want to think about what life will bring once we have to return to reality. I know what I have to do, but will she be receptive to it? For now, I will indulge in every moment that I have left with her. I have to trust that when this ends, she will choose me too.

Goddess

The FBI arranged for me to be debriefed in Los Angeles since that was where my parents were. I wouldn’t believe that they were okay and that this was finally over until I saw them. I now know that Huxley had taken me to Whidbey Island in Washington before we were both moved to Mount St. Helens. Huxley stayed long enough to meet my parents and be by my side for the debrief before heading back to Marietta. I promised to return there in a week or two after spending some time with my parents. I don’t know what our next chapter is, but I will figure out what comes next after Marietta. It was the last place I felt safe. Los Angeles is no longer home.

Today makes eleven days since I’ve seen or talked to Huxley. Our ride from the airport is mostly silent. He speaks up once to tell me that we’re heading to the hotel he’s been staying at for the past week and a half. That straw breaks the dam.

“Why couldn’t you pick up the phone, Huxley? Do you know how close I was to not returning here? It’s like the minute I was out of sight, I was out of your mind. And then I find out you’ve had this hotel room this entire time instead of staying with Rosalita like you were before.”

“What are you really asking, Goddess? You want to know if I’ve had someone here in your absence? What if I did? How would you feel about that?”

I take a deep breath and compose myself as we walk into his hotel room. “Just forget I said anything,” I blurt out. We’re in a living room area, so I take a seat. I don’t even want to think about all the sex he’s had in that bedroom. Ugh, what if he had sex on this sofa too. I’m so distracted by his room and what it means that he felt the need to get one.

“You’re wrong, Goddess.” My ears perk up. What? Did he just say I was wrong? “It took me getting this room for a week to have some time to think about us and how we move forward. My mother is very intuitive and would have tried to meddle. I needed uninterrupted time to just think about where I’ve been and where I would like to go before I could involve you.” He walks over to the minibar and pours us some amber liquid from a decanter, and I’m at the edge of my seat—literally. He’s dragging out this admission, and I need to see where he is going with this. I’m afraid to speculate or speak.

There’s a knock on the door, and I jump. It’s almost midnight. Who else could it be but a booty call who didn’t get the memo to stay away? Suddenly, I don’t feel so good. I don’t think we’ll get to what he was going to tell me now. Tonight was going so well, yet the wrecking ball on the other side of that door will demolish any progress we’ve made. He saunters over to the door as if it’s the most natural thing in the world to have company this late. Who in the hell am I kidding? This has probably been a nightly occurrence. He swings the door open, and it’s a freaking bellboy standing there with a cake on a platter and eating utensils on the side. And not just any cake, it has the number twenty-one on it. He tips the college-aged boy and brings it over to me. Now I can see that it says, “Happy Birthday, Goddess.”

I let out an audible breath. Can this guy get any more perfect? I’m the nutcase here, yet I long for him to trust me with his heart.

“What was that breath for? Who did you think it was?”

“Target girl or some other hookup?” It takes a moment for him to catch the reference, and then he laughs out loud.