Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
So many possibilities, but right now my focus is Heph. Just Heph.
I go back to licking his balls, not wanting him too close to the edge as I curl my fingers in just the right spot. I know I hit it when he sucks in a breath, and his back arches off the bed.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
“You okay, baby?” I tease.
“I’m ready.” Is the only thing he can get out, and I think he is right. Standing up, I grab his ankles and pull him closer to the edge of the bed, then I rip off my shirt and step out of my pants. My cock is hard and an angry red. Heph stares at it and licks his lips.
Next time.
I grab the lube and work some on my cock, liking the way he watches as I stroke myself, coating my cock, getting it ready for him.
He moves to roll over, and I stop him.
“No, I want to see your face as you take every inch of me. Put your thighs on my shoulders.”
He does as I ask. It’s so much different having his thick powerful thighs on my chest instead of the thin feminine ones that are usually there.
I grip my cock and press into him slowly. Stopping every inch giving him time to adjust.
“How does it feel?”
“It feels so big. So fucking good. It feels fantastic,” Heph shudders out.
I slide out slowly, almost all the way, and pour some fresh lube on my cock before sliding back in. This time he moans, and it’s a sound of pure pleasure.
I keep my pace slow, making sure to hit a little deeper with every thrust. By the time I start slowly increasing my speed, he is gripping the headboard so hard his knuckles are white, and a stream of pre-cum is running down the length of his cock. I wonder briefly if I could make him cum like this. Completely untouched, just by fucking him.
I’m planning on having a lot of fun finding out, but not right now. My cock is sliding back and forth easily now, and I can really start fucking him. As I grab his cock with my lubed-up hand and hold my fingers still, letting my thrusts push him through my fist.
“Fuck, right there. Fuck,” Heph chants as I push him a little harder.
He is squeezing my cock hard, taking me so well. I grit my teeth to stop myself from coming too soon. I will be damned if I come before he does. It will not happen. I will not leave my lover unsatisfied. Ever.
I angle my hips to hit his prostate more directly while tightening my fist around Heph’s cock. His thighs are quivering on my shoulders as his chest is rapidly rising and falling with his labored breaths. He is almost there. Just a little more and I will fill him up.
“Oh, god,” Heph cries out as stream after stream of thick cum shoots out of his cock, covering his chest and abs.
I tighten my fist and keep going, fucking him through his orgasm, and as soon as his cock is lying spent on his stomach, I refocus my attention on my own cock that is so close to exploding. Grabbing Heph’s thighs for leverage, I fuck into him hard, pushing him higher in his bliss and bringing me to mine.
When I come, it’s with a yell, and my vision whites out for a moment. It’s the strongest one I have ever had. I take a few moments to come down enough to pull out of Heph and lie next to him to catch my breath.
“Wow,” Heph says, and I can’t help the goofy satisfied grin on my face.
“Yeah?” I ask, pulling him into my arms, just needing to feel his skin against mine.
“You sure you want to do that? I’m a mess.” He laughs.
“I’m sure, and as soon as we can stand again, we are going in that shower together to clean up. And I hope you plan on staying in my bed tonight.”
“Honestly, I don’t think I could make it back to my bed,” he says on a yawn. “My thighs feel like I just did a three-hour leg day. How is that possible?”
“I don’t know. Maybe next time you can fuck me, and we will compare notes. How does that sound?”
“Like a plan.”
“Good, but for right now, let me just hold you.”
“Hey, Perseus?”
I answer with a hmm, my eyes already closed, just enjoying the high of having Heph in my arms and in my bed.
“Do you think Paris could have killed Freya?”
Chapter
Thirty-Three
Athena
The next morning, I wake thankfully not hungover. Eros came in last night, rousing me to drink a glass of water and take some aspirin. Then he ate me out before letting me go back to sleep, swearing it was part of his magic hangover prevention method. It was probably the water and aspirin, but if he wants to eat me out like that every night I have a few too many, then I am not opposed to developing a drinking problem.