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God of War

By Laura & Christopher Cooper

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God of War

Copyright © 2014 by Christopher Cooper

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Table of Contents

God
of War

About
the Author

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I knew I was in trouble the minute his lips touched
mine.  The slight quiver that shook him ran through invisible veins
straight to my heart and I was, in all senses of the word, a goner.  It
only took a second for my mouth to meld with his, become part of him in this
small way, yet as instantly as I knew he was the man for me I also knew that
this could never work.  Together we were Mutt and Jeff, black and white,
massive versus petite.  I was the mutt, white, petite one and he the God
of War.

“Did you feel that?” he said, his heavy breath on my throat
working his way downward in minute increments and sending chills down to my
feet.

“Did the earth move?” I murmured, his words having disturbed
my concentration of the path of his lips.  I’ve kissed quite a few boys in
my life and one or two men but had never felt anything quite like this.  I
needed to pull away, tell him that this would never work, give him a list of
reasons why it wouldn’t, yet all I could do was stand there wanting more of his
touch.

He smelled like spices and tasted like Kung Pow chicken, and
the mixture of him had rendered me helpless.  I simply couldn’t fight
him.  I couldn’t explain how long distance relationships never work; how
we hail from completely different parts of the world and that a relationship
between us would upset my family and his.  But nothing in my power would
allow me to pull away from him, and as his lips trailed across to my earlobes I
stopped worrying.  He suckled them and nibbled tiny trails around them
sending goose bumps down my thighs and making me desperate for more of him.

The airport was crowded now, mid-day as we huddled in the
corner of the ‘Irish Pub’ grasping one another.  He lifted me from my
chair and into the space on the bench next to him, his hands running the length
of my thighs in fervent strides.  “We can’t!” I whispered.

“We have to,” he said as the deep pools of his eyes met mine
with blatant need.  “Come on!” He stood and pulled my hand, forcing me to
stand beside him.  I looked up astounded by the difference in our height
and mesmerized by the warmth in his eyes.

“Wait!  Where are we going?  My flight leaves in
two hours!”  I knew that because my original flight had been
cancelled.  The airline did the best it could, but an afternoon flight was
the only one available.  It didn’t matter anyway; there was nothing to go
home to.

“There’s a Hilton less than a mile away.  We’re going
there,” and he squeezed my hand tightly, letting me know that I was safe with
him.

Before I could protest he’d whisked me out the glass doors
of the elevator and had hailed a taxi.  Opening the cab door he stood
aside to allow me to climb in; there was no mistaking the heat of his eyes
bearing down on my legs as my skirt moved high with my entrance.

My face ran red as he presented his credit card to the
concierge.  “Will you need a wakeup call Mr. –um- Hargrave?”  The
weary woman looked up from her computer and tried to smile.  I knew how
she felt; it was only a few days ago that I’d felt the same way, until I met
him.  Then everything changed.

“That would be great,” he grinned, his white teeth sparkling
amidst a dark background.

“Certainly!  What time will you need the call?” 
She punched her keyboard then glanced up with a smile; even I could see the
small glimmer in her eyes when she looked at him.  I would have liked to
have made some sort of possessive statement, like carefully place my arm on his
perhaps, but I had no right to do so.

I saw him look down at his watch then back to the concierge,
“In an hour and a half please.”

The woman mumbled incoherent words before just handing him
the key card.  As he turned around and placed his monstrous hands on my
lower back I saw her turn positively fuchsia.  I imagine she must think
I’m a prostitute, and my black business suit must confirm that for her. 
I’d wanted to look sexy today; I had every intention of seducing him before we
parted ways.  The kissing, touching, and ear nibbling had built up to this
moment and my body was screaming for him.  There was nothing I could do
but go along.

When the elevator began to rise he captured me in his arms,
my head rested snugly against his rib cage.  Muscles of tuned steel
rippled beneath his shirt and my hands flashed out to touch him.  The
ridges below his breasts and the tightness of his abdomen riled me; already I
could feel the steam coming from the opening in my shirt.  My hands ran
lower to touch below his belt for the first time.  He pressed against me
tightly, running his tongue in circles on the nape of my neck as I felt between
his thighs.  His thighs were thick, and beneath the camouflage and I’d
felt baseball bats that were thinner than the pulsing organ that leapt at the
pressure of my hand.

Lifting me into his arms his lips met mine again, now
kissing with the promise of release.  I’m not even really sure why we
waited to do this.  Carson and Steve’s wedding was three days ago, and the
spark had been there from the moment our eyes met.  My passion and
critical need of him was evident in the pounding between my own thighs.  I
couldn’t even fathom how I’d fit his considerable girth inside me, but I was on
my way to find out.

He slid the key card through the lock and carried me into
the room.  He didn’t hesitate to shut the door and carried me directly to
the bed; with haste his hands rushed my thighs pushing my skirt up to my
waist.  Red lace panties greeted him and I waited for his
expression.  I could have sworn I saw a flame in his dark eyes that met
the color to the exact shade.  He fell to his knees in front of me, still
looming like a giant bear against the soft décor of our room.  The click
of the door told me that it had closed on its own; the sound reverberated as I
watched him staring down at me in silence.  I wish he’d say something.

“You’re beautiful,” his voice was thick and raspy.

I smiled and reached for him, pulling him down between my
thighs in an effort to show him what I wanted.  Wide fingers ran lightly
along the waistband before hooking into them at the side of my hips.  He
pulled them slowly, revealing my body to him a little at a time.  A
nervous laugh escaped my lips and he looked up at me in question.  Seeing
me shiver he stopped his touch.  “This isn’t right.  Here, stand up.”

He pulled my hands so that I stood in front of him.  I
studied the pink half moons beneath his fingernails as he removed my jacket
then issued a kiss for each space of skin divulged as he unbuttoned my
shirt.  Then he spun me around, unhooking my skirt and drawing the zipper
down slowly as his other hand swathed my behind with appreciation.  As the
skirt slid to the floor I stood in front of him, in only my heels.  But
when he moved to unbutton his own shirt I took his hands in mine and silenced
them, then replacing them with my own.  Button by button I was led into
his deep depths until he flung his boots aside and his pants fell to the floor
in a puddle.

His breath on the top of my head told me that he too had
been holding it, unaware that his body still required air until it became
crucial.  His gasp reminded me and I too drew in a long, deep
breathe.  One hand spanned the entire width of my back as he lowered me
back to the bed.  Again I forgot to breathe as his member pressed against
me.  I wanted to tell him, beg him really not to waste time.  Yet he
toyed with me, drawing my naked breast into his mouth playfully as if he was
trying to fit the entire thing inside.  He nearly managed it too.

My nipples were hard and aching, and by the time he released
them the chilled air froze them into tiny marbles against his broad
chest.  Finally he moved lower, his tongue leaving a wet trail down my
stomach to my ache.  He soaked me with his mouth then moved two fingers
tentatively to my opening, testing me for readiness.  I could’ve told him
that I’d been ready since the rehearsal dinner when he first walked into the
room.  If it wasn’t taking every ounce of my being just to remember to
breathe I would tell him, yet it was much more thrilling to watch his face as
he found out for himself.  He pulled his fingers from my entrance and
tasted them, “Sweet!” he said with satisfaction.

When his mouth fell to me I gasped, his tongue greeting my
opening and swirling in swift circles around my petals sent my head burying
into the bed.  My eyes were open but I couldn’t see; my entire being
converged on the actions of his mouth.  Heat poured from his nose like a
raging bull as he delved into me ravenously.  The blare of a plane taking
off on the nearby runway compounded with the rapid banging of my heart against
my ribs.  My breasts bounced under his pressure and my hips moved to meet
him as he suckled the peachy flesh that only knew his name.

His fingers reached deep inside me, touching me in places
never felt before.  I stilled, absorbing the sensation of unchartered
ground.  And he was gentle, as slow and methodical as a panther nearing
its prey, then his mouth slammed down hard on my mound and I reeled. 
Groaning with the sudden onslaught of my orgasm I thrashed beneath his mouth
pressing so rigidly that I felt his teeth graze me.  My screams seemed to
silence the bustling city beyond the open window; it shook inside my head
bouncing from side to side until my muscles began to release.

My face reddened, embarrassed now by my outburst, I shied
and put my hand over my eyes.  His fingers pried them away, “I’ve never
seen an orgasm that amazing.  Do it again, for me?”

Staring into his tender eyes I found myself nodding in
agreement; damn right I would.  Ever so slowly he climbed above me,
holding himself firmly with one arm and using the other to guide himself to the
damp spot below my hairline.  The head felt massive, rubbing against me,
and it was furiously hot, soft yet hard.  My hips squirmed in response to
it, angling to accept him with full invitation.  When he finally pressed
against the opening he met resistance; I could feel the bones there confused as
to what to do - they’d never encountered anything that requested such an
entrance.  I laid my head back though I’d wanted to watch him enter me,
but knew I needed to fully relax my body for him to gain entry.

Almost meditative I felt the muscles loosen and he slid
inside, though I was sure that barely any of him was in.  To me it felt
like being stretched to my limits already and suddenly I worried that he
wouldn’t fit at all.  That possibly our love wasn’t meant to be.  But
he continued to move slowly, pushing then retreating only slightly.  At
last he groaned and I took a long breath as he stilled, absorbing my final
encapsulation of him.  I felt like a balloon, filled to its limit and on
the verge of explosion, but he’d fit inside me without a centimeter to
spare.  Now he began to move again, withdrawing then pushing, our mixed
juices smacking and suckling as he rode me.  I must seem frightfully frail
to him I thought as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

For someone with only an hour and a half he behaved as
though he never planned on separating from me.  His lavish plunges
prickled my skin and I imagined that if I touched my stomach I would feel the
head.  He roamed my belly and touched every ache with soothing caresses
until I could take no more.  I snatched his hips between my heels and drug
him to my hilt.  Writhing against him now he held himself over me with two
muscled rods grasping desperately for the bed.  I was sure he hadn’t
expected me to be this wild.  I had never dreamed of being this untamed;
my hips ground into him and I moved in small circles churning our fluids and
forcing him to harden further.  He was a burning rod inside me as I
pounded against him, considering nothing but the juxtaposition of the soft
hardness of his body.  I heard him groan, yet my own explosion was too
imminent.  With one final thrust he buried himself into my belly and
liquid heat poured into me.  I shuddered before following the waves of
fulfillment that carried me away.

The first real dawn of awareness hit me as he slowly
withdrew and flopped onto the bed beside me.  He hooked his pier sized arm
under my back to gather me against him.  I was at his mercy.  As he
then lifted his wrist to his face the actual difference in our sizes became apparent;
I felt as small as a puppy in the crook of his arm.  “Still ten minutes to
waste,” he stated before rolling back over and filling me again.

*-*-*-*-*

We stopped in the center of the concourse, neither of us ready
to separate nor sure what to say or do.  He bent down and kissed my
forehead.  “You sure you don’t want to come with me?”

I grinned, “As much as I love coming with you I’m afraid I
have responsibilities back in Seattle.”

He took my hand and pressed it to his lips, “Oh come on,
South Carolina isn’t completely overrun with heathens and rednecks.  It’s
not so bad, no matter what they tell you folks out here on the West Coast.”

A buzzing noise emitted from my jacket pocket and I reached
down to retrieve my phone, and then laughed at the message on the screen.

Steve just told me that you left with Jeff this
morning?  You always were the luckiest witch.  I didn’t even notice,
what with all the relatives and stress, but Steve said you two were all over
one another at the Honeymoon Breakfast!  Spill it, dirty details. 
Love from Bermuda –Carson

I held out the phone and showed it to Jeff.  He
sputtered, “Steve sent me one like that earlier.  Do you think they could
be more excited about this than we are?”

“It’s easy to be excited when you’re two best friends meet
and fall in love, especially when you aren’t the ones who have to live an
entire continent away from one another.”

He stiffened, lending him the impression of a skyscraper in
front of me and a slow, deliberate grin spread across his face, “Did you say
fall in love?”