CHAPTER FOUR
Scott barely hung on through the end of his teens and his first years as an adult. His thin finances gave all they had for that trip to Greece, to get just a little ahead on his college progress and maybe, for once, have a pleasant little adventure. It landed him in a field with a savage beating and then a hospital.
His first night back in California ended in bed with two gorgeous women who couldn't get enough of him. His body could more than deliver for both. Scott stretched out on his back in Misty's bed completely naked like both of his partners. Latasha reclined against his side, caressing and kissing him up and down. The feel of her naked breasts and her legs against him was good all on its own, but her skills went beyond that. Misty lay between his legs, nude and gorgeous and another pleasure to simply have against his skin, but the real ecstasy came as she savored his relentlessly hard cock in her mouth.
They'd both already gotten a lot of that cock, and the rest of him. They fucked and played in the office of the club until it was closing time. Then they came here for more, and even if they were worn out now, they couldn't fully stop. To make it all so much better, their wants obviously weren't limited to sex. "Love at first fuck" hit twice tonight. Scott knew how to recognize it now, and he knew there was no need for doubts.
He told them everything. In the office, on the way here from the club, in the tender lulls between fucking, he told them about the attack and Aphrodite and even Breanne. The goddess had already revealed herself to Misty and told him why he could trust her. He recognized all the same feelings about Latasha, too. He told them, and they both believed...and had no problem with any of it at all.
It made more of a believer out of him, too.
"I was always afraid I'd be all alone," Scott murmured. Latasha kissed his neck. Misty took another slow, indulgent pull of his cock and then sucked down on it again. Their attention occupied most of his senses, but at this point he could form at least simple sentences even amid a breathtaking blowjob. "Out on the streets and everything."
"Nope," Latasha told him. She kissed him slowly, cuddling and seducing at the same time. "Not as long as you want me. Or her," she said with a sultry crooked grin. "Or anyone, apparently."
"I want you two," said Scott. Latasha had his arm pinned against his side, but he could still work the best bit of magic. He only had to turn his wrist and reach out with his fingers to stroke her cum-soaked pussy.
"Mm-hmm!" Latasha gasped hard and nodded, pleading for more. "A-all yours...mmmh fuck yes more, baby!"
His fingers worked her pussy perfectly with only the mildest effort. He didn't even need to play with her for long. Latasha was already sensitive. He thought more about Misty's mouth slowly sliding back and forth on his cock than the work of his fingers, but Latasha got off like he knew her body with the same unconscious intimacy as he had of his own body. His new lover tensed and gasped against him. It wasn't the sort of mind-blowing ride he had already given her and Misty, but at this point they were both a little wiped out from those. Scott knew they would rally if he wanted another and vice versa, but he didn't feel the need. Lying here like this was more than awesome enough.
Misty purred with his cock in her mouth, bathing him in love and lust.
"Is she getting you off yet?" Latasha asked him. Her voice still shook with the last vibes of her climax, close to his skin and soft enough to be yet another pleasure.
"Not trying," Misty taunted. She licked his shaft, gazed up at him with sultry eyes, and stroked his wet tool with one hand. "Just enjoying."
"Feel like I could go any second," he sighed happily.
"Whenever it happens, lover." She continued licks and kisses between sentences. "I'll keep going all night if you let me. And all morning. I know we should talk and get to know each other and all, but this... working your cock feels amazing."
"Yeah, I like going down on a guy, but you're a whole 'nother level," Latasha agreed. "You've gotta be magic to feel that good."
"Let me know if I'm cutting you out of your turn," Misty told her, and kept sucking. Scott's breath caught with the pleasure of her mouth devouring his shaft again, all the way to the base despite his size. Like Latasha said, it had to be magic. Great magic.
"I'm good. I like this, too." Latasha licked Scott's neck.
"I'd love this...to go on," Scott breathed. "But I've...got...damn, this feels good. Classes. I've got classes and... stuff."
"Mm, right. Got assholes to deal with," said Latasha. "Whatever I can do to help, say the word."
Misty finally shifted, crawling up a little closer to prop herself up over his groin with one arm on the bed beside him. Her other hand kept working him, now bringing his cock in between her full, perfect breasts. "You've got more fun to have, too," Misty told him. "Your boss made that crystal clear."
"You're good with all that?" Scott asked, his eyes turning dreamily to Latasha. "Everything that means?"
"Am I good?" Her grin turned crooked. "Listen, my job has me a little jaded on men. I'm careful with my feelings. But the minute I laid eyes on you, I wanted to jump on you and suck you off. Not like a daydream or just seeing a cute guy--it felt real. As real as this. And then, after everything else? I like guys, but I don't react that way. Ever. But I've never felt this good, or this beautiful, or this appreciated.
"So if you can do that to me? Knowing what you are and who your boss is? Yeah. I'm not just okay, baby. I'm thrilled. I want to
help
. I am
invested
. Hell, I've got friends I want to set you up with. I hope there are more women. They're dumb if they pass up the chance with you. I'm not worried, and I'm not jealous. I'm
excited
."
"You're not bothered by the, um..." Scott searched for the words. All the indulgent skin against his made that harder. "Power dynamics?"
"Not really. You asking is a good sign," said Misty. "Your boss warned us, but it sounded more kinky and consensual than unfair."
"Yeah," said Latasha. "I'm not crazy about labels, but the vibe is part of the thrill. You'll back off when we ask? Not take us for granted? Let us go without a tantrum or worse?"
"Yes. Absolutely."
"Kinda figured that was part of the boss's trust all along," said Misty.
"Then I'm all in." Latasha's lips came down on his. More of her body pressed against him, too. Scott laid back and soaked in the pleasures of her flesh while Misty went down on him. Her mouth was more intense this time, tighter and hungrier. She was in no rush, but the pleasure built and built as Latasha kept at him.
Scott came hard in Misty's mouth. He didn't hold back and didn't warn her, and didn't need to do either. He released and pumped and felt her swallow as if some mutual reflex took over like it had before. Even Latasha seemed thrilled. A mix of biology and magic threw them all into ecstasy, and then satisfaction, and then relief.
"So good," someone whispered. Then Scott realized it was him.
Misty slid up on the bed to join the pair. "You're so good." She shared a knowing glance with Latasha and then hit him with those piercing eyes, and that grin. "But before you go anywhere, you need to know we're good with being bad, too."
* * *
The campus welcomed him back with warm and clear skies. Misty insisted on driving, even taking him by his place to pick up his notebooks on the way. Fucking all night left neither of them the least bit tired. If lengthy sex made up for lost sleep, that would fit with the rest of Aphrodite's blessings. After a hot goodbye with his driver, Scott headed in appreciating his new life and the beauty of his campus in late spring.
In only minutes, his appreciation of beauty shifted from the scenery to the women within it. The weather had gotten warmer while he was in Greece, changing much of the prevailing fashion. Scott saw more skin than when he'd left. He was used to seeing lots of pretty women on campus, but now he had a new perspective.
He also noticed far more of them looking his way. More smiles. Open interest. Scott was about to stop and examine his priorities and objectification of the women around him when he caught on to all their up-and-down looks and lingering eyes. The strip club last night had brought some of the same, but it was a smaller environment with darker lights and more distractions. Even the trip home had him focused mostly on flight times and destinations. He hadn't been in a big, open setting with time to appreciate and be appreciated before now.
"All part of my gifts and part of your role," said a woman leaning against a palm tree. Scott's heart nearly stopped at the sight of Aphrodite in a figure-hugging dress and sunglasses. "It's not a matter of idle daydreams. Every thirsty look is even thirstier than you think. It's only a matter of who you want, and when, and whether you want to do anything about it. You could play here all day, any day."
"I could?" She always made him smile. "You sound like you're about to lay the catch on me."
"Not a catch. A question." She tilted her sunglasses down her nose. It was sexy, like everything else she said and did...though the next thing she said left him blushing in a different way. "Are those schoolbooks you're carrying?"
"It's a college," he said.
"You took over a strip club last night. I think you know that's a guaranteed money-maker for someone in my service. I'm surprised you're not still playing with your new playmates or your new business. That's why I dropped in. I'm not telling you what to do, but you know you can fuck off and play all you want, right? Or is that why you're here?"
