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)
Charon breaks the kiss slowly, Orpheus’s bottom lip between his teeth. I can actually see him bite down a little before he releases Orpheus. “You’re terrible at multitasking.”
“Guilty.” Orpheus kisses him again, a quick, hard contact that makes my toes curl. “Can you blame me?”
“Not even a little bit.” Charon nudges him until he’s facing me again. “Get back to painting.”
Orpheus looks a little dazed, but he obeys. He fumbles to pick up the brush and palette. When he refocuses on me, it’s clear that half of his attention is on the man at his back. For his part, Charon resumes his teasing. Except this time, he takes it up a notch.
He slides down the bed until his face is even with our hips. He’s close enough that I get a clear view when he leans up and takes Orpheus’s cock into his mouth. It’s just as slow and teasing as his hand was earlier. I don’t know if that’ll make a difference. My whole body clenches in jealousy and need at the way he sucks Orpheus deep and then eases back to flick his slit with his tongue.
Orpheus’s brush skitters across my skin. “If you want this to look right, you need to stop doing that right now.”
Instead of answering with words, Charon snakes a hand under my thigh and strokes my pussy. I’m so wet, there’s no resistance as he slides two fingers into me. He strokes me idly as he sucks Orpheus off, and it takes my pleasure-drunk brain several seconds to realize he’s fucking us in the same rhythm. Normally, I need more clitoral stimulation in order to orgasm, but I’m so turned on right now I think I’m going to get there just from the penetration alone. “Oh gods, Charon. Please don’t stop doing that.”
I should’ve known better.
He wedges a third finger into me…and then he stops. I’m so close, I can’t stop shaking, but I need more to get over the edge. “You are an absolute bastard.”
“I’ve been accused of worse.”
Orpheus closes his eyes and lets loose a string of curses I’ve never heard him say before. He carefully sets down his palette and his brush. Then he laces his fingers through Charon’s hair. “It’s as done as it’s going to be. Now finish what you started.”
20
ORPHEUS
Up until recently, I was pretty sure Charon hated me. Now I know it for a lie. I’ve fucked people who hate me. I don’t make a habit of it, but self-loathing is an intoxicating drug, and sometimes it got the best of me. This moment, with his mouth around my cock, is nothing like those rare times with people who actually feel that way. It’s a long way from love, but I’ll take what I can get.
Next to us, Eurydice looks ready to explode. Charon has his fingers buried in her pussy, but it’s clear he’s not doing much to get her off. The man really does have a sadistic streak. It’s hard to focus on that with him sucking me down like his redemption is on the other side of my cock. I don’t know if this is payback for last time or just simple lust, but all I can do is tighten my grip on his hair and hang on for dear life.
Just when I’m on the verge of losing control, when my balls have drawn up and I can’t stop myself from thrusting into his mouth…he eases back.
I stare down at him blankly. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He licks his lips. Watching that movement is almost enough to push me over the edge. Charon clears his throat. “Eurydice has more than served her punishment, don’t you think?”
I look down at her, allowing myself to drink in the sight of my paint on her skin. It’s not my finest work as such things go, and yet I’ll never be able to recreate the masterpiece because it’s her. Eurydice. The woman I’ve loved and lost and found again. The blue and purple flowers I’ve painted on her skin, framing her breasts and pussy, only accentuate her beauty. They sure as fuck can’t compare to it.
I still don’t know if I’m allowed to touch her. With so much hanging in the balance, I’m afraid to take that step or assume anything. Doing so might fuck this all up.
Charon understands. Of course he does. He withdraws his fingers from her and presses them to my lips, fucking my mouth slowly and coating my tongue with the taste of her desire. It’s exquisite torment. I can’t get enough.
He brushes a quick kiss to my lips and then looks down at her. “What do you say, baby? He’s been putting in a lot of work. Don’t you think he deserves a little taste?”
I’m not sure Eurydice is even hearing us clearly right now. Her eyes are glazed with need, and little tremors work through her body at regular intervals. One lick, maybe two, and she’s going to come apart. She turns her head to us. It takes her a few tries before she’s able to form words. “Make me come, Orpheus. Now. Please.” Her voice breaks on the last word.