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)
“Please?” At least Charon sounds as if he’s in as much agony as I am. He just covers it better. He still has his fingers in my hair, but he allows me to turn my face toward him. Gods, his cock looks even bigger than it did earlier. I can’t help licking my lips again, and he gives my hair a sharp tug in response. “Eurydice, you were in the process of begging. Don’t get distracted now.”
I forget myself and start to reach for him, but Orpheus barks out a sharp “Do not move.”
I freeze. He’s focused on my ribs right by my left breast, doing something that requires tiny light brushstrokes.
“Orpheus, please. I need you to touch me; I need you both to touch me.”
His color is high on his sharp cheekbones, but his dark eyes are perfectly focused. “Not until I’m finished.”
“Orpheus.” I’ve never heard Charon sound like this, almost playful. “She’s suffering mightily.”
“You created this punishment.” He lifts his gaze to Charon—or tries to. In reality, his attention is snagged somewhere between his cock and thighs and neck. “It looks like you’re punishing yourself.”
The tension builds between them, heartbeat by heartbeat, until I’m certain I can feel it on my skin the same way I can feel the drying paint. Charon finally smiles, a slow happy curving of his lips. “I can handle waiting. All the same, I would love to accommodate you.” He flicks his fingers at Orpheus’s hips, which is when I notice that he’s just as hard as Charon.
“Accommodate.”
Charon’s fingers go soft in my hair, but he’s still not looking at me. “You seem pretty focused on your art.”
Orpheus narrows his eyes. “Even on such a beautiful canvas, you have to be careful. It’s…been a long time since I’ve felt like this. Of course I’m focused.”
“Not even Eurydice can distract you?” He reaches for the pillow next to them. “It’s enough to make me wonder just how far we can push you.”
Orpheus watches him carefully wedge a pillow between my head and the bed, replacing Charon’s thick thigh. “I was under the impression that we were punishing Eurydice.”
“We are.” Charon climbs off the bed and circles around to the other side of Orpheus. “Consider this just a bit of fun.”
I watch Charon arrange himself, his thighs bracketing Orpheus, his chest to the other man’s back. He’s big enough that I can still see him clearly. The expression on his face makes me shiver with anticipation. I swallow hard. “I know I have the smallest sadistic streak, but yours puts mine to shame.”
“I like what I like.” He snakes an arm around Orpheus’s waist and presses a hand to his lower stomach. It’s hard to tell from this angle, but I think Orpheus’s hard cock is pressed against Charon’s knuckles. I bite my bottom lip and fight the urge to shift so I can see better. Charon leans close to Orpheus’s ear, and though he lowers his voice, it still carries clearly to me. “Do you want to use your safe word?”
Orpheus chokes out a laugh. “Not even a little bit.”
“Let me know if that changes.” Charon wraps his first around Orpheus’s cock, and I nearly come on the spot. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on you since last night.” He kisses Orpheus’s neck. “Don’t stop painting.”
I hold my breath as Orpheus leans forward and braces one hand next to my hip. Charon mirrors his movement so that they’re basically on all fours above me. I can feel the air displacement where Charon slowly jacks Orpheus’s cock. He’s not touching me, but the possibility that he might, that he might do us both at the same time…I want it so badly, I have to put all of my will into not arching up to close the distance between us. Compare that with the light touch of Orpheus painting me, and I’m about to go out of my mind with need.
“Okay,” I gasp. “You’ve proven your point. I’m very, very sorry. I promise never to scare you like that again, or slip my security detail, or do…anything! Just touch me. Please.”
“See. Isn’t she particularly sweet when she begs?”
It takes Orpheus a few seconds to answer. When he does, he hardly sounds like himself. “Yeah. I like it. A lot.”
“Me too.” Charon kisses Orpheus. For some reason, I almost expect it to be rough, but I couldn’t be further from the truth. The kiss starts off light and sweet, almost as if he’s asking for permission. That only lasts a heartbeat though. Orpheus drops the brush, and then his fingers are in Charon’s hair, and he’s toppling the other man back to the bed.
It’s the purest agony to watch them fall into each other, their hands a frenzy on each other’s bodies, as if they can’t get close enough, can’t touch each other hard enough, can’t believe this is real. I’m both devastatingly jealous and so fucking privileged to be able to witness this.