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Chapter 20

Eve

Later that day that Eve and Cyrus got out of the comfortable bed, which definitely needed a change of sheets. Eve was starting to get “hangry,” and she had to resort to threaten “no sex for the rest of the day” if he did not keep his promise of breakfast in bed.

She was glad she made a concession about the bed part though, now sitting in what Cyrus called pompously “the Breakfast Room.” Such a rich people thing to say . But she sat quietly, blissful with admiration of the afternoon light hitting the oval-shaped room from every side possible. Windows covered maybe 90% of the walls, leaving few spaces for actual doors and walls, and whatever wall spaces left were skilfully carved with shapes of vines and flowers. The table in the middle was one of those old, fancy, stupidly long oak tables, but when she sat in one of the velvet-covered chairs, Eve felt like a princess.

She was busy testing the bounciness of the chair when a mocking laugh erupting behind her. Turning her head she spotted Cyrus, Ian, and Zorfied smiling at her.

“I would have thought you wouldn’t be able to sit today…” Zorfied walked to Eve, daring to steal one of her croissants. With a scoff of outrage, she snatched back her piece of pastry.

“Why don’t you worry about your ass instead, and DO NOT STEAL my croissant.” Only laugher answered her remarks, food was sacred, and they were making fun of her??

“Excuse the lady, Zorf, she has a serious case of hanger apparently. Something about ‘it’s past 2pm and you still haven’t fed me,’” Cyrus laughe d, triggering expertly rolled eyes from his lover. He had placed his hand behind Eve’s neck, leaning over her, discreetly controlling her head, forcing her to give him a croissant-kiss.

Eve sighed when the surprise kiss stopped and rolled her eyes one more time but didn’t interrupt her consumption of the well-deserved breakfast. The man pulled a chair and sat beside her, leaving one of his hands hanging on her leg, softly stroking her.

A weird feeling invaded Eve, while she was busy devouring her butter croissant, something like weird tickles in her stomach was making her feel… uncomfortable? Were those butterflies? Eeeeek! Her sleepy-way-too-fucked mind was wrong, she didn’t have butterflies in her belly.

Chewing slowly, she snuck a look towards Cyrus, who was laughing as usual with his gargantuan sound of a laugh to something stupid Zorfied said. He was indeed driving her a bit crazy, but once she saw past the typical Alpha male, she was finding it quite easy to let herself go with his flow, and his flow was an ocean during a storm. No wonder this man had broken hearts in the past, if even someone like her could start falling for him.

Eve couldn’t stop a pout, letting her eyes enjoy the image in front of her, Cyrus was nonchalantly sitting, one hand on her leg, the other across the back of the chair, his legs spread, “manspreading,” perfectly at ease here, in his house, surrounded by people he cared for. His black jeans hugged his legs, and with just a tiny bit of imagination Eve could guess the protuberance of her new favourite toy sitting under the fabric. The blue shirt opened slightly, let the top of his chest show, dark hair coming out. Forget about men and their smooth chest, all ridden of hair, as far as Eve was concerned there was nothing better than a hairy beast in her bed.

She had the decency to blush when Cyrus caught her looking at him, as a furrowed brow rose on his gorgeous face. She brought her little silver spoon to her mouth and gave it a lick, cleaning the delicious jam. Cyrus’s eyes grew the dark shade that she had come to adore, the shade that screamed “you’re gonna get fucked.”

“Cyrus? Cyrus?”

Ian ’s voice was now just an echo and Eve from the corner of her eyes saw Cyrus’s protuberance was now… well… protuberating. If that was a word. Is it a word? Cyrus’s hand gripped her legs with a firm hold and with a smile he turned to his friends.

“Sorry Ian, I forgot Eve really wanted to see the hot pool.”

Ian sighed, not duped for a second about any claimed visit to the hot pool. “We need to take the time to talk about your statement, this could get bad,” he tried to argue, but it was a lost cause.

“Everything will be fine.” Cyrus stood, and with no discretion at all readjusted himself. Eve threw him a warning look.

“I’m not done with my brekkie, sorry, the pool will have to wait.” She gave Cyrus her naughtiest, dirtiest, sluttiest look, watching him from under her eyelashes.

She was picked up from her princess chair and thrown over a large shoulder under the laughs.

“Put me down” she screamed, holding back the laugh building inside her, but the only answer that came was a strong slap on her butt. She whined under the light strike of pain but didn’t stop kicking, a bit of customary protest couldn’t hurt, right?

A suite of white and black tiles soon gave way to an assemblage of mosaics, with no apparent structure or meaning but the random mix of colours. All shades of blue, it looked gorgeous, at least from where she was looking at it. She was abruptly dropped on the floor, thankfully feet first but she still thought it would be good measure to whine a bit stroking her stomach. She didn’t have time to create a coherent sentence as Cyrus pushed on her shoulders. Man he’s strong. Her legs ready to give up under the push.

“Yes Master?” She smiled. “How may I help you now?”

“Get on your knees.” Cyrus’s voice echoed in her ears, he was back to his raspy, insane sexy, “take me now” voice and it was driving her insane.

“Huuuum… I’m not sure, I just ate, I am feeling a bit full,” Eve teased, waving her hand around his chest, opening his buttons one by one, languorously taking her time before reaching his leather belt. Cyrus chuckled, and after a fast intake o f breath when Eve’s hand brushed his boner, he pushed harder on her shoulders.

“I said, get. on. your. knees.”

Eve gave him a naughty look, busy opening his pants to free him, while he took off his belt. She stopped, giving him a curious look, a smirky smile on her face.

“You are SO NOT whipping me with that.” I mean, maybe you could?

“Who said anything about whipping?” He enclosed the leather around his hands and in a fast move placed the luxury leather against Eve’s neck, encircling her fragile skin with his belt. Her breath became wheezy and to her shame the fire in her loins intensified under the pressure.

“Trust me.” Cyrus gave her a final push to her knees, keeping a strong hold on the belt. Eve finally broke and felt the coldness of the mosaics touch her knees. Her hands encircled his large dick, playing with it, extracting pre-cum and a groan. Cyrus held his head a bit back, eyes closed, savouring the so needed touch.

“Uh uh Mr Get On Your Knees, if I am gonna suck your dick while you strangle me you are going to watch me.”

Cyrus

Cyrus’s laugh erupted in the room, but he brought his eyes to his lover, appreciating the view from above, her slutty hazel eyes looking at him from under her long eyelashes, her mermaid hair still damp from the shower spread around her shoulders. Her tits hanging out of her camisole were just waiting to be pulled and pinched, all pink and hard already.

“Open this sweet mouth of yours then,” he murmured, placing his thumb in Eve’s mouth, pulling on her bottom lip and teeth. Her tongue reached out when he brought his dick closer, before sliding inside her warmth, growling like a bear, his tip was in, but he wanted more.

Suc tion noise and excited whines from Eve mixed with the bubbly sound coming from the water beside them disturbing the peace of the pool room. Cyrus placed a hand behind her head pulling on the belt a bit stronger with the other.

“Take all of me Genevieve, or this will get tighter.” He pulled on the leather, Eve’s face reddening, her eyes full of tears, shadowed with desire. If he were to inspect her pussy, he would find a pool of cum down there. But it was not time yet, so he pushed himself harder inside her tight mouth, holding her head with such a grip Eve had no choice but to take him all. His groans grew louder as she struggled under the push, tears running freely on her cheeks, but she was happily accommodating his dick, moving her mouth along the full-length, all while caressing his balls.

“My God you’re such a good girl, do you know that?” Cyrus whispered, giving her some air, releasing the tight belt just a bit. She gave him a naughty look and without stopping moved a hand to the belt, tightening the leather around her neck.

This simple action was too much for Cyrus to handle, and with some wild animal growls he accelerated his movement, forcing her head along his dick, listening to her gurglings and whines until he finally came, howling his pleasure inside her. The ejaculation must have taken her by surprise, Eve had a funny look, and unlike usual she was letting some of the cum escape her mouth.

Cyrus chuckled. “Sorry my Goddess, you kind of drove me surprisingly crazy there.” He took a step back, fully enjoying the view in front of him, Eve was looking at him, mouth slightly open, cum dribbling along her chin, dropping on her tits, hands on her knees trying to get her breathing back to normal.

Laughing, she stood struggling to be caught by strong arms, stopping her ankylosed legs fully giving up under her. Picking her up, he stabilised her in his arms, placing his right hand under her knees and the other under her arms, then without a word he took her towards the well-deserved hot pool, all bubbly and warm.

Swiftly he took off her camisole and her skirt, noticing the missing underwear with a chuckle, wondering if she just forgot to wear it today, before he softly dropped her in the water, enjoying the view of her relaxed body covered in his various light bruises.

Eve

Eve always loved hot pools, and spas, and saunas, she was a fucking lizard. And feeling the warmth of the water against her hurt body was the best feeling ever. Well not quite. She closed her eyes, listening to clothes being dropped on the floor. Then opened her eyes just enough to see Cyrus getting in the pool, enjoying the full front naked Cyrus, rolling her eyes when she saw his elephant dick back to pointing up.

“Don’t worry love.” Cyrus sat beside her, lifting her to place her on his body, allowing her head to lay back on the strong chest. “I think someone deserves the best orgasm of her life right now.” Eve moaned loudly as his hands followed the contour of her breast heading south. A sweet little finger session was all she needed right now.

“You bet I do.” She whined when she felt a slow pinch on her clitoris. Rotating her head slightly she caught Cyrus’s heavy look and whispered. “But as soon as I am back on my feet, per se, I want you to fuck my ass while holding this damn belt of yours around my neck.”