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For all my shit-talking, I only ease forward a little, giving her time and space to adjust to my length. Patroclus does something with his hand between her thighs that has her whimpering and taking me deeper. I hold perfectly still and watch her suck me down. It looks just as hot as it feels, her tongue working the underside of my cock even as her lips meet my base. “Someone taught the precious princess to deep throat,” I murmur, voice rough with need.
Helen pushes against Patroclus’s hold on her hair, and he lets her off my cock. She gives me an arch look. “Now that we’ve established I can take you, stop trying to pretend you have a noble streak and fuck my mouth like you mean it.”
17
Patroclus
Up until this point, I’ve been acting on instinct and lust with little thought behind it. For the first time in my life, the draw of the forbidden is too much to ignore. I know I’ll regret this entire experience later, but the spell cast by first Helen, and then Helen and Achilles, is too strong. It’s only as Achilles sinks his fingers into her hair, gripping my hand in the process, and starts to fuck Helen’s mouth that I wonder what her motivation is…and if we’re taking advantage.
She said she gets restless and impulsive. She admitted as much to me last night and again this morning. She asked me if I was okay with it, and I’d been so out of my mind with need and hurt and jealousy that I said I didn’t give a fuck. Yes, she’s shown enthusiastic consent this whole time, but if the motivation for that is harmful, does that consent mean fuck all?
Godsdamn it, we are taking advantage.
“Get the fucking look off your face, Patroclus,” Achilles snarls. “You can feel guilty later. Right now, you’re going to stroke her clit until she comes. If you want to finish her before I come all over her tits, you’d better pick up the fucking pace.”
I want to call him selfish. To agree with Helen’s earlier statement about him being an asshole. I should do that and cut this thing off right now until we can have a conversation where someone isn’t on the verge of orgasming or half-asleep or running from some internal demons only they can see.
I don’t.
I lift my hand from Helen’s clit. Achilles anticipates my need just like he so often seems to and leans down to take my fingers into his mouth. He growls a little as he licks the taste of her from my skin, but he doesn’t pause in his relentless pace. I withdraw my wet fingers and resume stroking Helen’s clit. She moans around Achilles’s cock and tries to keep fucking me, but she’s too damn distracted. Too trapped between us.
“Achilles,” I grind out.
“Yeah. Down.” He’s already moving, shifting back and easing to his knees. I band an arm around her hips, and we follow. Of course we fucking follow him. Sometimes it feels like my whole life has been spent following Achilles, whether it damns me in the process or brings me untold amounts of bliss.
We move down to our knees beside the bed. The new position allows me to sink even deeper into Helen’s tight pussy. I don’t know if I believe in the afterlife, but this must be what it feels like. Hot, wet perfection. No wonder Achilles forgot himself and fucked her bare. It feels so good, it short-circuits something in my brain. My thoughts keep trying to reassert themselves, but then she’ll clench around me, and they scatter like marbles.
I barely allowed myself to think about what it would be like to fuck Helen Kasios, but reality is so far beyond what I could have possibly imagined.
I don’t mean to match my rhythm to Achilles’s. No matter how conflicted my feelings about him are right now, he is my sun and I am helpless against the gravity he exerts. I work Helen’s clit as we fuck her, and it doesn’t take long before she’s moaning and shaking. Still, I don’t relent. I want to feel her come apart around me. I want to fill her up, just like Achilles commanded. So easy to put the responsibility on him, on his orders, rather than admit I want to experience what he did with her, want to make my own mark so I’m not left behind. This is only temporary, but at least I have this right now. It’s more than I thought possible.
She sobs around his cock as she orgasms, and her pussy clamps on my cock so tightly, I lose control. I release her hair and pound into her. Too fast. Too fucking rough. It doesn’t matter because she’s arching back against me, spreading her thighs to take me deeper yet. “Helen, I—”
