Chapter 2

Eugene Ari Darian's POV

I stood in line for coffee to get my day started. It was likely one of the few interactions I got. I scanned my surroundings, looking about the tiny shop which was a few miles from my studio, my sanctuary. It wasn't much, fully packed with caffeine addicts like every morning and less later in the day.

The walls were peeling off for having not been painted in years. The doors were also worn out, about to fall off their hinges. While the counter and coffee machines must have seen better days. It was really rusty but even with those flaws, they still made one of the best coffees in town. Had me wondering where all the money went.

The bell from the entrance chimed, alerting the arrival of a new customer. Turning my neck to get a look at the person, I was stunned, not by her beauty but by how ridiculous she looked. She was frantic almost like she was late for something with a little sneeze now and then. There was nothing I hated more than tardiness other than couch potatoes but that was beside the point.

A little wind blew through the open windows, flying her hair in her face hiding her eyes from my view. Curls of her strawberry blonde hair were in disarray. Her arched brows and nose possibly straighter than a rule stood out. But her most noticeable features were her lips, plump and soft looking. I could see all these even from a distance, one of the perks of being a god. Her coat which was extravagant for sunny weather covered her neck which I imagined to be slender to fit her oval face. Her figure was shaded from my eyes by her coat.

She walked through a door located at the side of the shop and returned a few minutes later with a cup of coffee while I was still in line. She smiled sheepishly at the female behind her who said something I didn't care to catch, dressed in the shop work shirt which compromised of a floral design. She walked away, going to take a seat by the window. It looked to be the only new and good stuff in the worn-out shop. Her fingers took control and began typing away on her laptop which I didn't notice earlier, completely oblivious of what was going on around her.

I got my coffee and the barista's number causing a chuckle to leave me. I always knew I was a bit of a looker but I didn't let it get in my head. I glanced down at the piece of paper enveloped between my fingers, not sure of what to make of it so I squeezed it in my shorts and took my leave. I knew one thing though, I was going to call her.

I might not be into the whole love thing but I still got libido. Being a god only made it worse. I could hardly get the thoughts out of my head. It was ninety-five percent of what I thought of in a day. I would seem like a sex addict to a mere mortal. The women in this century were dead sexy and sex with tying the knot becoming more rampant only helped my case.

Walking back to my studio, my steps steady and my hood back up, I painted the day away and retired to my humble abode at night, not excited about what the next day was to bring.

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Three weeks later,

Dressed in a plain white tee-shirt, biker jeans, and some boots to go with it as girls killed for that look, I glared heavily at my reflection in the mirror. My jet black hair refused to obey me so I left it messy. The ladies loved that which made it in my favor as I was going to see Allison, the barista from a few days back. Not that I needed to put in any effort. She was practically begging to get in my bed.

Confidence oozed off me as I walked into Elite's bar. A contrast to the name as it was for anyone in town. On their will, my eyes spotted the blonde at the far end of the taking sips of a drink.

"You look beautiful," I said from behind her and she turned to give a heartwarming smile.

"You don't look so bad yourself," she flirted back whilst eyeing my physique

Rule number one, when flirting with a lady never say you look hot or sexy especially on a first date. It gave the impression that all you wanted was her body which in this case was all I wanted but-

"It took you a while to contact me," she continued, pulling me out of my head

"I've been busy," I said in a monotone, taking a seat, hinting I didn't want to talk about it

Rule number two, when out with a lady don't go too deeply about yourself as it made you look mysterious and they love it. A little like a bad boy vibe.

"So, how long have you been working at the coffee shop?" I inquired

"Two months now." she dropped her drink, giving a nonchalant response

"And how has it been so far?"

"It's been good, the staff all seem nice though the pay could be better it will do for now. Not like I plan on making coffee for the rest of my life," she laughed, rubbing her hands on my thigh, a little too close to my crotch for friendliness

"Let's talk about something else. I can tell you don't want to talk about yourself so why don't I tell you about myself?" She suggested to which I agreed

"I'm a student, currently in my second year at college. I'm still clueless on what to major in but as they say, you only live once right." She laughed "I'm just taking it slow. See where the wind takes me." A little smile appeared on her face

We chatted for a little longer while before heading to a nearby hotel. It was a little too old for my taste but my current state after seeing her that dark, body-hugging, low cut, red dress wasn't helping. The piece of cloth hugged her curves nicely, leaving very little to the imagination.

Heading to our assigned room, I began pulling at her zipper wanting as little clothes as possible between us. She was just as enthusiastic, aiming at my shirt and belt. She jumped on the bed and I followed, ready to give her the pleasure to last her a lifetime.

"You are so wet for me Allison," my voice was extremely low, just how they like it

I crawled out of the bed, taking her v*gina in my mouth. I slowly licked it up. The sour taste pouring out like a tap. Her c* was red and swollen which meant she was completely aroused.

I sucked hard and slowly and she moaned quietly which annoyed me. I wanted her wild and euphoric with her screaming at the top of her lungs.

I placed my hands behind her, effectively grabbing her hips then slowly down to her ass and squeezing it. A loud gasp filled the room and I went higher with my mouth, worshipping her body.

Her tiny b**bs stared at me, tempting me to suck them and I took the challenge. Her tiny n*pple went in my mouth. My tongue rolled around it before biting softly on it. I moved over to give the same attention to the other, earning a bonus with her grunts and moans.

Her hands were restless, running up and down my abs, eager for something and I knew what it was, I just wanted ready to give it to her yet. She needed to earn it.

Her entire body was adorned with sweat which only aroused me more and it was evident with my hardened sh*ft. I was tempted to just take her then and there but I wanted to kill time. There was no rush.

I didn't know when she mustered up the strength and pinned me down. I wasn't pinned but I didn't stop her. "What are you doing?"

"I just want to give you half of the pleasure you've shown me today." Her voice was hoarse and she was out of breath

"I don't think you'll be able to match me hon," I smirked. I good challenge was needed in bed.

"Wanna bet?" She looked confident plus I was eager to see what she had to offer

Her eye had a seductive glint and I watched her perform magic with her tongue. She kissed me slow and hard, going all the way into my mouth and massaging my lips. Soft kisses were later placed on each of my n*pples, her teeth grazing them, just enough to tease. I hissed in annoyance.

Hot breath ran down my stomach till they got to my cr*tch and her lips opened up to take my shaft, only half getting in. Hot saliva licked me slowly and I gripped the bedsheet, my head floating in the clouds. She was indeed good at it.

"D*mn the gods," I groaned, trying to make her take all of me into her mouth. She was able to take a little more and she did wonders. My sh*ft tingled with her hot breathe adding just the right vibes.

She suddenly stopped and my half-closed eyes opened up hurriedly, wondering why she stopped. She was on top of me, taking all of me inside her. I didn't have to do anything. She had it covered, bopping up and down my sh*ft. I pumped happily inside of her. She dripped wetness and arousal. Her wall tightened around my d*ck, enveloping me in its warm juice, squeezing tightly.

I took a hold of her hair, pulling it back as she rode away on my d*ck. It only aroused her more as her legs turned shaky. It was getting harder for her to ride me so I turned her around, her knees on the bed, as I took her from behind. My b*lls slapping her with each thrust.

Our sweaty bodies aligned as we took each other to another universe. One with climax and ecstasy. Our bodies studied each other in ways unexplainable.