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Aron doesn't move, doesn't react. I want more, though. I want to please him like the angel's pleasing Tadekha. The goddess is making little cries that still slide through the hum of music, and I want to do the same to Aron. I want to see his face contort with pleasure. I want to blow his ever-loving immortal mind with everything my mortal mouth can do. So I get on my knees and turn until I've got my hands on both of his thighs and I'm facing him. I slide my hands up underneath the hem of his tunic and reach over to cup his length.
Jesus, the guy's packing. I gasp with pure delight at the discovery. He's definitely not like regular men in this sense. I don't think I've ever handled a cock this big. I circle my fingers around him and can't close my grip. This enormous dick would feel amazing if he fucked me. He's long and hard and my mouth waters as I gaze up at him, full of yearning.
He gives me a slow shake of his head, his pale eyes blazing as his gaze meets mine. No.
"Let me put my mouth on you," I tell him desperately, the music and Tadekha's cries adding to my urgency. I lean in and rub my face against one of his thighs shamelessly. I lick the skin and moan when I feel another little shockwave curl through me. "Please, Aron."
"I do not think this is like you," he says as he nudges me to my feet. He gazes up at me, his expression unreadable. “You are being affected by Tadekha.”
“Tadekha does nothing for me,” I purr at him. “It’s all this big hog underneath your kilt.”
He groans when I reach for him again and stops me before I touch him. “You do not want to do that, Faith. This isn’t you.”
"I know, right?" I say breathlessly. "I'm being such a dirty slut." And I am so damn horny at the moment I can't stand it. I can feel my nipples brush against the front of my filmy dress and I want to strip it off. Heck, that seems like a good idea. Aron won't let me touch him and suck his cock, but maybe if I'm all naked and quivering on his lap he'll give in and give me what I need.
Or maybe he'll just impale me on his thick shaft in front of everyone and fuck me without getting up from his chair. I close my eyes in ecstasy at the thought.
Aron lets out a breath that almost sounds like a sigh. "This is ridiculous. Come here, Faith." He takes my hand and tugs me forward, and then I'm in his lap. I try to straddle him, but he shakes his head and slides my thighs together until I'm sitting sideways on him. I curl my arms around his neck and make out with his ear.
"Why won't you let me touch you?" I moan, so full of need that it almost hurts.
He tilts his head toward mine and whispers in my ear. "We will talk about this in the morning, but you're going to be very upset."
"Not if you let me pleasure you," I tell him, panting my need. I look over at Tadekha and she's writhing in place, the angel's head working furiously between her thighs. The music plays on and everyone in the room doesn't seem to notice—and I realize they're all making out, too. I can't blame them.
I’m turned on like crazy.
Aron sighs heavily, but his hand goes between my thighs. "You aren't going to like that I do this." But he touches me and I realize just how wet and needy I am. I've never been so aroused in my life.
I moan and bury my face against his neck as he touches me between my thighs. "You don't know how to sleep…but you know how to do this?" I pant, shocked at the feeling of his fingers sliding through my folds. Oh lord save me, but it feels so good. I rub up against him, biting back a whimper.
He rumbles with low laughter. "You think the gods do not fuck?"
Ooh, I never thought about that. I gasp as he strokes his fingers against my pussy, because I'm so wet I'm practically dripping, and the intrusive slide of his touch makes me want to come out of my skin it feels so good. I should tell him to stop, to take his hands out from under my skirts because we're in public and I'm not keen on the idea of putting on a show. But then he finds my clit and I forget everything. He strokes the hood with expert fingers, in just the right way that makes me wild, and it doesn't take long before I'm bucking up against his hand and biting at his neck, frantic to come.
Aron grabs my neck, his big hand practically pi
"I'm sorry," I pant, collapsing against his shoulder as he moves his hand out from under my filmy skirts. "That's not like me."
"I know," he says quietly, and leaves it at that.
I try to touch him once more, sliding my hand to his cock, because I'm still feeling aroused, but he pushes my hand away and focuses on the dancers. Nearby, Tadekha gives a throaty little laugh, and when I look over, the angel is lifting her flushed face from between the goddess's thighs, a look of rapture on her expression.
And that just sets me on fire all over again. I turn back to Aron and rub up against his chest, letting my nipples scrape against him. “God, you’re sexy. God, I’m so horny.”
With a small sigh, Aron slides his hand between my thighs once more and gets to work even as the music starts up again.