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)
I lose it.
In desperation, I go after Eurydice’s pussy again, thrusting my tongue into her in time with my own hips grinding against the bed. Each movement I make pushes me back on Charon’s fingers, pressing him deeper. Her cries mingle with a desperate sound coming out of my throat. Fuck, I’m going to come.
Charon wedges one hand between me and the mattress, and wraps his fingers around the base of my cock, squeezing harshly. My breath shudders out. It’s painful to be pulled back from the edge of orgasm like this, but I’m pathetically grateful all the same. He keeps fucking my ass with his fingers, and I belatedly register that his mouth is still against the bite, his tongue soothing my aching flesh.
Eurydice digs her fingers into my hair and pulls my face away from her pussy. She looks down at me with glazed eyes and bites her bottom lip. “Orpheus.” My name sounds like a promise. She tugs my hair again and looks over my head at Charon. I don’t know what she sees there—he sure as fuck hasn’t stopped what he’s doing to me. Her thighs shake on either side of my head. “Fuck me. I need your cock pressing into me and stretching me wide. I’m done waiting.”
I want that too. But the only thing keeping me from coming on the spot is Charon’s fingers gripping my cock. Humiliation washes over me. I don’t know what it says about me that it only makes my desire burn hotter. I lick my lips, tasting her there. “If I fuck you right now, I’m going to come too fast.”
“You’d disappoint me like that?” Her voice is low and almost dangerous. “Don’t you want to be my good boy, Orpheus? Don’t you want to please me?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “More than anything.”
Charon, the bastard, nips the bite mark on my ass. “You’re not coming until I let you. Stop making excuses and do as our woman says. Fuck her properly.”
It’s slow work to move up the bed with Charon still at my back. I don’t tell him it would be a lot easier to concentrate if he didn’t have his fingers in my ass. It might be true, but it feels too good to stop. Besides, I trust him. He’s not going to let me come until I give Eurydice what she needs.
It’s Charon who guides my cock to her entrance, and it’s Charon who sets the pace. I almost feel like a puppet on his strings. It’s strangely comforting. And hot. Really fucking hot. But we’re not finished. He shifts behind me, easing his fingers from my ass and pausing to spread lube on his cock. And then he’s there, his broad head pressing against me…pressing into me.
I haven’t had a partner since the chaotic aftermath of losing Eurydice, when I realized that no amount of sex or alcohol would fill the gaping wound left by her absence. Charon isn’t a small man. I have to concentrate on relaxing, on taking what he gives me. He goes slow. No matter how brutal he is in some ways, it’s clear he takes care of his partners. He’s taking care of me right now.
Eurydice seems to know it too. She’s shaking beneath me, but she waits patiently until Charon has filled me completely. They share another of those looks filled with too many things. I can’t see him, but her heart is in her eyes.
I knew she loved him. Now I’m seeing it in real time.
Strange how it doesn’t hurt as much as I expected. How can it when I’m between them like this? When they’ve folded me into the possibility of us?
We surge together in a rhythm as old as time. Every thought left in my head fades away against the pounding pleasure. Charon keeps his fingers wrapped tightly around my cock, preventing me from losing control. It’s a good thing too. With him filling me, and Eurydice soft and desperate beneath me…without some assistance, I would’ve come on the second stroke.
She tangles one hand in my hair and reaches past me to do the same with Charon. “More. Harder.”
Charon’s lips touch my ear. “She wants more and harder, Orpheus. Can you handle giving it to her?”
If I can’t, I’m going to die trying. The thought is suitably dramatic enough to focus me. I’m distantly aware of Charon moving back the tiniest bit, giving me space to plant my hands on either side of Eurydice’s shoulders. And then I start to fuck her exactly like she needs.
Giving her more.
Giving it to her harder.
I slam into her again and again, each withdrawal driving me back on Charon’s cock. Too much. Holy fuck, it’s too much.
Just when I think I can’t stand it any longer, when I’m going to beg him to let me come, Eurydice clenches around me. Her whole body goes tight, and she lets loose a cry I’ll hold close until my dying day. She’s still fluttering around my cock when Charon releases me. After that, it’s over quickly. It takes me less than four strokes before I’m surging forward and filling her. I collapse half on top of her…which is when I realize that it’s not over yet. And that Charon’s been holding back.