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)
“We are both openly bisexual.” Heph nudges me in the back. “I don’t mind if you don’t.”
“So you want to come out and say what exactly?” I have to admit her idea sounds like it has merit. I just don’t know if it could work.
“I would say the four of us are in a relationship. That my mother’s passing brought us together, and polyamory is becoming more popular. I know it isn’t exactly true, but since all of you are in the photos I can’t really—”
“I don’t know,” I interrupt. “I mean I’m good with it, and Heph’s good with it, but Eros, man are you really ready to tell every single woman in the area that your dick is now owned by one of the scariest bitches on the western seaboard?”
“Absolutely.” He wraps his arms around Athena, and she smiles back up at him.
I wait for the pang of jealousy to rip through me, and it doesn’t. Seeing them together doesn’t hurt. I still want her, but I like seeing her with Eros, too. That is something I am going to have to look at more some other time.
“Okay, I’ll make the call,” Eros says before kissing Athena on the cheek and leaving the room.
Heph and I look at each other. The spark of mischief is visible in his eyes as he glances back at Athena, and I instantly know what he wants.
“So since apparently we are a thing now, Heph and I have a little wager going, and we wanted to know if you could be the judge for us.”
“Oh, what’s that?” Athena asks, mostly distracted by the papers on the table. I stand behind her putting my hands flat on the tabletop, caging her in and waiting for her to put down the paper and look at me.
“Well, we wanted to know which of us has the more talented tongue,” I whisper in her ear before dragging my nose up the column of her neck. Her pulse quickens against my touch. “Heph and I haven’t had breakfast yet, and I think the best thing to do is to put your sweet ass on this table and let us have our little contest.
Athena turns her head to look at me, her eyes darkening with desire. A hint of a smile is tugging at the corners of her lips. She reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear before turning to look at Heph.
I cup Athena’s face between my hands and tilt her head to meet my gaze. I capture her lips in a searing kiss, my tongue trailing along the seam of her mouth until she opens up for me.
Heph groans behind me, and I can feel his eyes on us as I deepen the kiss. I allow my hands to roam over Athena’s body, gripping her waist and pulling her closer to me. She moans into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I sense her need to take over, be in control, but it’s not going to happen. It’s time to tame this vixen.
But just as I’m about to pull away, Heph steps forward, grabbing Athena by the waist and pressing his lips to hers in a fierce kiss. I watch as their tongues dance, my jealousy and arousal both spiking at the sight.
As the kiss breaks, Athena looks at us, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Well then, let the games begin.” Her voice is practically dripping with desire. “Let’s see what those tongues can do.”
Heph and I both grin at each other, eager to prove who has the more talented tongue. The three of us lock in a passionate embrace, our bodies entwined as we explore each other’s mouths with wild abandon. The sounds of our moans and gasps echo off the walls, as the game continues, each of us trying to outdo the other. Athena proves to be an equal match, her tongue working wonders as she moves between us, driving us both to the brink of ecstasy.
I can feel the heat rising between us, the tension thickening as we each try to outdo the other. Athena’s body writhes beneath us, her fingers digging into our hair as she moans in pleasure. The two of us continue our relentless onslaught, our tongues dueling for dominance.
It’s impossible to tell who’s winning, as each of us alternates between being the aggressor and the submissive. Athena’s body trembles with every touch. We take turns exploring her neck, her collarbone, and her breasts, eliciting more moans and gasps from her.
I bite. Hard. I want to mark her as mine.
Not to be outdone, Heph does the same, and though a small cry escapes Athena’s lips, she doesn’t pull away.
Our dirty girl likes the pain.
Athena’s body writhes under our touch, with her clutching at our hair and pulling us closer to her. Heph’s tongue brushes against mine, and it’s time to up the ante.