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But I don’t move.
My stomach is in knots and my skin feels too tight, too hot. I don’t know what this feeling is. It could be rage. These two just drugged us. They tied us up and pulled a gun on Paris, accusing him of being a traitor. One fight and a bottle of booze later, and Eros is forgiven, and we have the little gold-digger wet and begging for cock. Eros has admitted his loyalty is divided, so instead of getting rid of the problem, Perseus is going to fuck her?
Why her? Jealousy is definitely coloring everything. Perseus looks so fucking hot pinning this woman under him. The way his mouth is tasting her skin… why her?
I know why Eros wants her, but why Perseus? What is it about her that makes him lose all sense? And why do I want her this much, too? With another sip of my bourbon, I sit back and just watch all my fantasies, or a version of them, play out in front of me.
Eros stays focused on Athena, moving his hands in her panties. He is going to make her come soon. She has that glassy-eyed look, and her chest is rising rapidly.
Her eyes are on me. They are hungry, begging, but she isn’t the only one looking at me. Perseus is still sucking on her tits, but he is watching me as he moves his palm to cup his cock that is straining against his zipper.
My mouth is watering, and I can’t remember the last time my cock was this hard. I take another sip of my drink when I see Athena whisper to the others. I can’t hear what she says. The others nod and take their hands off of her, leaving her pants open and her shirt pulled down, showing off her glorious tits.
I try to swallow my nerves as she approaches me, watching as her tits bounce a little with each step.
“Do you want me?” Her voice is deeper than usual, a little husky and sexy as fuck.
My mouth is suddenly dry. I can’t speak, and I don’t even know what I would say if I could. So I just nod. She bends at the waist, letting her breasts hang down, and places her palms on my thighs dangerously close to my cock, and leans in to kiss me.
She tastes like sweet smokey bourbon and something else, something more than just her. I can taste Perseus on her lips, and it makes something in me snap. I grab her hips and pull her onto my lap, grinding her down hard on my cock. When she gasps, I take control of the kiss, palming the back of her head and deepening it. I don’t know if I want her or to taste more of Perseus, and I don’t think it matters. Her body is melting into mine.
The only thing I can hear is my pulse thundering in my ears. My cock aches to plunge into her tight little body. I want to make her come over and over. I want to make her feel so good, then keep going until her pleasure turns against her and becomes too much. Then I want to use it to punish her.
She hurt Perseus; she kissed Perseus. Part of me wants her, but the rest of me still wants to make her pay.
The couch dips on either side of me, and the other two join us. I don’t open my eyes. I just continue to bruise her lips with my kiss and grind her body down on mine, taking what I want from her. When she tries to lean back, I let her, moving my hands to her waist to hold her to me. She looks a little dazed as she sits back on my lap. Her lips are bright red, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes hazy as she tries to steady herself.
“Fuck, who knew Heph was the best kisser.”
“What?” Eros says in mock outrage. “You must be drunk.”
I’m about to say something witty or teasing back to him when Perseus says, “No, I can totally see that.”
My heart stops. Has he just said that, or have I imagined it? And the way his breath caresses over my throat as he speaks in that low, seductive way that drips with sex, sends a shiver through me.
“Nope, I demand a recount.” Eros grabs Athena by the hair, pulling her back just enough to meet his lips.
The way he kisses Athena is all fiery passion and battling tongues. I can’t deny seeing her lost to him while sitting on my lap is kind of hot. It’s like the best point-of-view porn a man can ask for, except this is happening now. I can touch her, feel her. I can make her moan my name while Eros tries to take control of her. Right now, I can not only fuck one of the sexiest women I have ever seen, but I can put Eros’s smug ass to shame. Something about that gives me an odd sense of masculine pride. I’m going to show this cocky jackass he isn’t the best lover in the group. Then long after Athena is gone, I still won’t let him live it down.
