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)
Athena brings her head down to mine, and we all share a kiss, our hands entwined around each other. The three of us lie on the table, gasping but content. Heph runs his hands over my body, tracing patterns over my skin with his fingers.
“So who has the best tongue?” I finally ask as the buzz of the most erotic sex of my life wears off.
“I can’t decide,” Athena says. “I call for a redo. Just to be sure.”
Chapter
Forty-Two
Perseus
The interview with the reporter is going smoothly. I like to think Heph and I have a little something to do with that. We have worked hard to distract Athena before the interview and fill her head with some feel-good hormones so she is nice and relaxed. At least until the reporter starts making suggestive comments and flirting with Eros, who is just dumb enough to flirt back.
Then she shifts from charming to passive aggressive so fluidly it takes the reporter about ten minutes to even realize she is being insulted. When the reporter puts her hand on my thigh, I see the fire in Athena’s eyes, and I think she is ready to stab the reporter in the throat with a pencil. Heph is getting just as irritated, and if that doesn’t make me feel all kinds of warm and fuzzy, I don’t know what will. Until I realize that both Heph and Athena are perfectly capable of killing this reporter and getting rid of the body.
I interrupt the last question and make up a bullshit excuse about having a reservation soon and see the reporter out.
Putting this plan in motion, setting up the sales of the interview to all types of publications has taken all day, and I am on edge. When I return to the library, I expect to see them each with a tumbler of whiskey in their hands as they talk about the next steps. What I find is Athena sitting on the couch with the top of her dress pulled under her tits and Heph licking her breasts while Eros is fingering her while watching the way Heph tongues Athene’s tight pink nipples.
“Fuck me,” I say.
Athena just opens one eye and says, “Me first.”
I grab my own glass and take a seat on the couch across from them and watch my best friend and my lover take apart our girl. My cock is aching within minutes, and I don’t even bother being shy. I take it out and start stroking it, watching the way Eros and Heph bring Athena to new levels.
Heph pulls up her skirt and slides off her panties to show off her dripping wet pussy that is hot and swollen with need. Then Heph helps her to her feet before lowering her back down on Eros’s cock. She is still facing me, so I have the perfect view to see how his cock stretches her. I can watch her tits bounce as she rides him, and I can even see the ecstasy on her face as she moves up and down.
Heph leans in to lick her clit a few times before crawling like a jungle cat on the floor to me.
“Keep your eyes on them,” he tells me before replacing my hand with his hot sucking mouth.
Fuck. Heph’s lips feel so good around my cock I have to stop myself from coming down his throat in a minute, when I look back up to see Athena’s heated gaze as she watches Heph’s head bob. I grit my teeth to hold on.
Eventually, I calm down enough to tell her she should come get a closer look. She nods and gets off of Eros and comes over to my couch. She watches Heph for a moment until he grabs her and puts her on my lap, sliding my cock inside her. I can’t help thrusting up into her, and when Heph moves to licking my balls as I drive deep into Athena, I am sure this is the most pleasure a man can stand without dying.
Next, Eros comes and kneels next to me on the couch, sticking his cock in Athena’s face and she immediately takes to it and starts to suck.
It dawns on me that this is our new normal. This is our life. Our family.
Athena has always been the missing piece. I’ve been resistant to admit that fact, but it’s true. For the first time in my life, I know without a doubt this is right. It’s what was meant to be.
Athena.
Our fucking goes on for hours in what feels like an erotic dream.
We all switch positions, we fuck her hard, we make her come over and over, and she doesn’t stop moaning and screaming till the late hours of the night.
Is this love? Maybe. But I don’t care what it is as long as it always feels this amazing.