Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
He doesn’t stop.
He slows down a little, moving his attention to my folds and giving my clit a little time to recover. It feels a different kind of good. I feel drugged on my slowly easing orgasm, and I look again to my ex.
There are two spots of color high on his carved cheeks, and his dark eyes have gone heavy-lidded with pleasure. There’s no anger on his face, and if there’s jealousy, I can’t quite divine its source. Acting on some impulse I refuse to put a name to, I catch the hem of my shirt and drag it slowly up my body. He watches it rise with his heart in his eyes. When I tug it over my head, baring my breasts to his gaze, he licks his lips and actually groans aloud. “Fuck, you look even better than I remember.”
Charon lifts his head enough to look at me. Whatever he sees in my face makes him give a little growl that vibrates against my pussy. He nips my inner thigh and presses two fingers into me. The penetration bows my back and draws another cry from my lips. “More!”
“Not yet.” He strokes me almost idly, his patience in this moment a direct counterpoint to the frenzy of last night. Both are unbearably sexy. That feeling only gets stronger when he withdraws his fingers and holds them down by his hip. “Come, Orpheus.”
“What are you doing?” I whisper. But I don’t stop him; instead, I watch, my clit throbbing as Orpheus crawls around the corner of the table and takes Charon’s fingers into his mouth. “Oh, fuck.”
Charon doesn’t move. He doesn’t force himself into Orpheus’s mouth, and he doesn’t take his hand back. As the seconds tick on, there’s no doubt in my mind that my taste has left his skin. I bite my bottom lip as I watch Orpheus lick and suck at his fingers.
“Orpheus.” I can’t quite manage the same command in my voice that Charon seems to draw forth naturally, but Orpheus immediately releases his fingers and sits back on his heels. His cock is so hard that I can see the clear outline against the front of his jeans. He makes no move to touch himself though. He merely waits for my command.
It takes two tries to get the words out with both of them watching me. “If Charon fucks me, will you suck his cock clean?” Before this moment, I wouldn’t have necessarily said that was something I’d seek out. Now, I need it.
I know that Charon has had boyfriends, and Orpheus has shared his bed with people of every variety. That doesn’t mean what just happened will translate into either of them wanting more. “Do you want that?”
Charon sits back and palms his cock through his slacks. “I want what you want, baby.” It’s a cop-out, but I don’t call him on it. I know him well enough to know that if he didn’t want something, he would have no problem saying as much.
Orpheus licks his lips as if he can still taste me there. “I want you however you allow me to have you. If that’s on his fingers? So be it. If it’s on his cock?” He clears his throat and the blush in his cheeks brightens. “You gave me a safe word, Eurydice. I’ll use it if I need to use it.”
Charon strokes his hand on my thigh and covers my pussy with his palm. It’s a light, possessive gesture. “Do you want that, baby? You want to watch him suck your come off my cock?”
Gods help me but I do. For so many reasons that I can’t begin to put into words, even to myself. I feel like I’m in the middle of a fever dream, like nothing really matters in this moment, because there can be no consequences. I know better, but I have spent so goddamn long putting everyone else first. Being the easy one, the nice one, the sweet one. I need this, and I don’t care if it’s selfish. They’re willing to give it to me, so I will take it. “Desperately.”
Charon takes me at my word. He rises and scoops me into his arms easily. “Call your dog, baby.”
I look over his shoulder as he carries me out of the room. Orpheus watches us with such heat in his gaze that I press my thighs together, hard. “Come, Orpheus.”
It’s not far to the living room, and Charon slows down so I can watch Orpheus crawl after us. I never thought something like this could be so hot. Charon walks to the couch and sets me carefully on it. I watch with my heart in my throat as he pulls his shirt off and his hands go to the front of his slacks.
“Let me.”
For a moment I think he might argue, but his hands fall to his sides, and he allows me to undo the front of his slacks. I hook my fingers into his underwear and tug it down just enough to free his hard cock. My body trembles at the memory of what it feels like to be split wide open by him. Soon. But not yet.