sex god

He walked out to the garden — sadly, no pool — and sat down that Sunday morning in his boxers on the lonely porch swing in the small grassy yard, sun on his face, letting himself relax, lost in thought.

Not even fifteen minutes later, Jennifer came out, sat beside him, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed his cheek.

"I love you," she whispered in his ear.

"I love you too, but what brought that on? Not that I'm complaining."

"You're such a generous, good man, and it makes me love you like crazy."

"Damn, that escalated fast," he said, guessing where this was headed. She just kept smiling at him.

"You can't call that generosity... I'm turning her into a toy for my own use and enjoyment, with her own money. How is that generous or good..."

"STOP," she cut him off flatly, and kept going. "You could have gotten rid of her. You could have made her sleep in the yard. You could have just ignored her forever. And out of all those options, you chose to give someone you used to hate, someone who treated you badly, exactly what she wants most in the world — same as with me, same as with Alex — because you can't help it. You don't want to see her hurting when you ignore her, and you don't want to treat her badly, because you're a good person, Nick."

"I hope you're right."

"I am. I always am."

"That part's true, at least. Either way, I like that you like it." He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her tenderly, and they stayed there, wrapped up together in the sun, quiet for a while.

"I'm meeting Eve for lunch in a bit."

"Damn, that escalated fast — again."

Jennifer smiled, mischievous. "We're just going to talk. Alex is coming too."

"Honestly, some peace and quiet sounds pretty good — this house is a nonstop circus, for whatever reason." Jennifer laughed heartily.

"I loved it earlier, by the way. It was... an experience."

"I was indeed. Want us to have Alex sleep with us?"

She shook her head. "I like it when it's just us." She paused. "I like when you make love to me, and we talk about our day, what we liked and didn't like. It makes me feel... special."

"You are. I like it too — more than anything." He waited a moment, searching for the right words. "I need you to know... I know you're loving all this — the constant... whatever this is — and I can see you're enjoying it just as much as me, if not more, it's obvious you're happy... but if you ever change your mind, if you want it to just be the two of us, if you want a normal life, or you stop feeling okay seeing me with other women, or you realize I'm not..." He paused, the thought of her leaving felt like a boot on his chest. "Well — you just have to say the word, and I'll drop everything, and everyone, in that exact instant."

"I know."

"You always know everything."

"Usually," she said, smiling, "and no, I don't want that, and I don't think I will anytime soon. This life is... like a nonstop adventure. Every new horizon we explore, I like it more and more, and knowing you're going to be there with me for every single one of them... it's perfect. Just perfect."

"You don't feel jealous? Not even a little?"

"No, honestly. Even the first time I saw you with Alex, I didn't feel that — it was more fear that you'd prefer her... and as the days went on... well, I just feel secure knowing you're not going to leave me for someone else, and knowing that, I can let myself fully enjoy watching you with others, and let you enjoy laying with every pretty girl you want."

"I'd kill anyone, honestly — I know it's probably the most selfish thing I've ever said, but I'd lose my mind if some other guy laid a hand on any of you."

"Why would any woman on the face of the earth ever prefer another man over you, once she's had you?" She shook her head. "It's impossible."

"Maybe just for fun. I prefer you over anyone else by a few million miles, and we still do what we do — but I don't think I could handle it. I know it's unfair, it's selfish. I'm sorry."

"Honestly, it hadn't even crossed my mind — not something I want either, so I really don't care, but yeah, it's a bit of a caveman attitude."

"Ugga ugga." That made her laugh again.

"But it would be unfair to Alex, if she ever wanted to explore her sexuality with other people, or met someone she wanted to build a life with, and you didn't let her."

"Yeah, it would be. I guess I'd bite my tongue till it bled."

"See, this is exactly why you're a good person."

"I think you're the one who makes me a good person. I had a whole plan to be lord and master of a long list of women, and now... now I just want to make you happy."

"Well, you're doing great so far."

"Good to know, gorgeous. I have no idea what I did in life to deserve you."

"For a literal sex god, you've got an astronomical inferiority complex."

"A sex god, huh, I like that."

"You know, I've never actually asked how you ended up becoming a sex god."

Nick shrugged. "Not much to tell. One day I wasn't, the next day I was."

"Just like that?"

"I know it runs in my blood — 'your birthright,' that's what the voice said."

"Whose voice?"

"I don't know, though based on what he said, I'm pretty sure it was Rasputin."

"Rasputin, like from Anastasia?"

Nick laughed. "Yeah — he was a real person, not just a cartoon. He was an advisor at the Russian court, famous for sleeping with basically every noblewoman there, including the Tsarina, all while being the king's closest confidant."

"Ra ra Rasputin, lover of the Russian queeeen," Jennifer sang — out of her long list of virtues, singing wasn't one of them, though that didn't take even an ounce away from how much he admired her.

"That's the guy. Guess that's why they killed him. 'I made the mistake of believing I could sit among the highest circles of society and manipulate them to my own ends, and I paid for it with my life' — that's what he said. He called the gift the Aura."

"A guy who's been dead for over a hundred years, who's apparently your ancestor, talked to you to tell you you're a sex god."

"Insane, right?"

"I mean, I was expecting something like super-pheromones or whatever, but honestly, it fits — in a completely insane way, but I can see the parallels."

"First thing I thought was that I was losing my mind, but the barista melted the moment I accidentally touched her hand, practically killed herself jumping over a chair to give me her number, and the girl on the bus..." His throat tightened. "...invited me over, and we fucked like crazy, and I ended up falling head over heels for her."

She smiled that smile only she had. "And you don't want to, I don't know, look into it more? We could go to LA, see which famous actress we can bag." Then she burst out laughing.

"That was literally the very first thing I thought, but... it felt like a warning, honestly. Like he was telling me not to draw too much attention. And now, like I said, none of that matters to me — I just want to be with you, and make you happy."

"Thanks for telling me."

"I don't keep secrets from you, you know that."

"Yeah, I know."

"You know everything."

"I do now."

"Well, you should know you're going to be late."

"SHIT," she exclaimed. "This isn't over — I want to... explore this further... you know what I mean."

Nick nodded, laughing, watching her sprint back into the house. Maybe he should look into it more, he thought — though it wasn't exactly a topic with a lot of depth. He could seduce any woman on earth and turn her into his sex slave (or make her deliriously happy, according to Jennifer — he hoped that was true) in a matter of seconds. What more was there to know?

That Saturday morning he woke up with Jennifer beside him, kissing his neck, and his other lover down below, recklessly sucking on his morning wood.

"I'm never going to get tired of this," he said, still half-asleep.

"It's late, we needed you up, and figured this was the best way," Jennifer said.

"You two are the best."

"Fooldn' fay id fetter," Alex added, unwilling to stop sucking long enough to talk properly.

Alex motioned for Jennifer to climb on top and ride him, which she happily did, sliding him in and starting to rock her hips, picking up speed. Nick lost himself watching her body move for him — a sight he'd never get tired of admiring and wanting — her dark eyes staring at him with the same hunger as the very first time.

Alex, though, had other plans besides letting him just watch his girlfriend. She swung a leg over and buried her face in her generous rear, and Nick understood the assignment, freely licking both her ass and her pussy as the mood struck him.

Soon the room filled with moans. Nick couldn't see anything, but he could hear the two of them kissing, which turned him on even more, and he grabbed Jennifer's ass blindly, guiding her up and down, while also focusing on working Alex's clit. He was close, and wanted both of them to finish with him.

They cried out into each other's mouths, and within minutes, all three came together.

"Seriously, can we just stay in bed all day?"

"No — we've got to clean up. We've got people coming tonight and this house is a wreck," Jennifer answered.

"Damn, I actually miss Rose." He surprised even himself with that one.

"Wonders never cease," Jennifer added.

Rose was still back at her house — technically the bank's house now, but she'd been staying there for days. Nick hadn't seen her since her surgery had been a lot more intense than Alex's, so they'd decided she'd recover better there. For the first few days the girls had taken turns checking on her, but she'd already regained her mobility, and now they only went by if she needed something. As a result, the house was an absolute disaster — every hookup, every wild orgy, every meal had gone by without anyone bothering to clean up afterward, so the state of things was pathetic.

It took forever to clean everything. The only saving grace was that the girls wore aprons and a thin thong each, nothing else — a rule Nick had unilaterally instituted weeks earlier: at home, sexy lingerie and nothing else (heels maybe, but not exactly practical for scrubbing). So every time they passed by, Nick's eyes wandered — those asses swaying around were a magnet for him. He briefly considered making them do all the cleaning without him, but he'd already decided that wasn't the kind of man he wanted to be — he wanted to be the kind his girlfriend described.

He fucked Alex that morning in the upstairs bathroom — she was cleaning the mirror when he pulled her into the shower, lifted her, and slid in without ceremony, her back against the wall. "Shh," he told her, and she covered her mouth so her friend wouldn't hear them skipping out on their chores. Quick and efficient.

Jennifer got her turn after lunch. He found her washing dishes and it reminded him of their very first day together, so he decided to replay it — came up behind her, bent her over the sink without a word, pulled her thong down. Still soaked for him 24/7, same as day one. This time he covered her mouth so her friend wouldn't hear — not that she would have complained, she'd already had her turn, but Jennifer didn't know that, and he wanted to keep it that way. He took a little more care with her — she was his girlfriend, after all — unlike the quickie with Alex, he waited until she'd had a proper orgasm before finishing inside her. He didn't say a single word, just walked out of the kitchen to keep cleaning the living room, leaving her wrecked, freshly satisfied, his cum dripping down her thighs.