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“Oh no, you don’t.” He guides my hand back to the table on the outside of my hip. “You rushed me last night. You owe me, baby. Let me take my time.”
“Are you trying to make me beg?” I’ll do it. I won’t even hesitate. I need him too badly to play more games right now, even if part of me enjoys the games immensely.
“Another time.” He presses his fingers to the insides of my knees and urges my thighs wider yet. I’m so exposed that I can feel my pussy gaping. It makes me want to cover myself and give him more of a show, all at the same time. The feeling only gets stronger when Charon trails his fingers up my inner thighs. It’s a light touch, meant to tease, and I get so wet that I’m afraid I’m leaving a puddle on the table.
Charon scoots his chair back, just a little, and bends down to cover my pussy with his mouth. It happens so fast that I don’t even stop to think. My gaze flies to Orpheus. He’s watching Charon eat me out as if he’s been wandering for months in the desert andhappened upon an oasis…only to find it’s surrounded by an insurmountable fence.
Charon drags his tongue up my center, finding my clit and giving it the same back-and-forth motion that I love so much. Suddenly, I’m not thinking about Orpheus at all. I dig my fingers into Charon’s hair and moan as he feasts on me.
Because heisfeasting. I may be on the verge of coming, but he goes after my pussy like it’s his favorite delicacy and he might never get a chance to taste it again. Even as I tell myself to hold still, I can’t help digging my heels into the arms of his chair and lifting my hips to meet his tongue.
“Charon.” Oh fuck, I’m going to come. It’s happening too fast. I want this to be drawn out. A deep dark part of me wanted him to tease me until I really did beg. It’s too late for that now. I orgasm so hard that I cry out, moaning his name as I grind myself against his mouth.
He doesn’t stop.
He slows down a little, moving his attention to my folds and giving my clit a little time to recover. It feels a different kind of good. I feel drugged on my slowly easing orgasm, and I look again to my ex.
There are two spots of color high on his carved cheeks, and his dark eyes have gone heavy-lidded with pleasure. There’s no anger on his face, and if there’s jealousy, I can’t quite divine its source. Acting on some impulse I refuse to put a name to, I catch the hem of my shirt and drag it slowly up my body. He watches it rise with his heart in his eyes. When I tug it over my head, baring my breasts to his gaze, he licks his lips and actually groans aloud. “Fuck, you look even better than I remember.”
Charon lifts his head enough to look at me. Whatever he sees in my face makes him give a little growl that vibrates against my pussy. He nips my inner thigh and presses two fingers into me. The penetration bows my back and draws another cry from my lips. “More!”
“Not yet.” He strokes me almost idly, his patience in this moment a direct counterpoint to the frenzy of last night. Both are unbearably sexy. That feeling only gets stronger when he withdraws his fingers and holds them down by his hip. “Come, Orpheus.”
“What are you doing?” I whisper. But I don’t stop him; instead, I watch, my clit throbbing as Orpheus crawls around the corner of the table and takes Charon’s fingers into his mouth. “Oh, fuck.”
Charon doesn’t move. He doesn’t force himself into Orpheus’s mouth, and he doesn’t take his hand back. As the seconds tick on, there’s no doubt in my mind that my taste has left his skin. I bite my bottom lip as I watch Orpheus lick and suck at his fingers.
“Orpheus.” I can’t quite manage the same command in my voice that Charon seems to draw forth naturally, but Orpheus immediately releases his fingers and sits back on his heels. His cock is so hard that I can see the clear outline against the front of his jeans. He makes no move to touch himself though. He merely waits for my command.
It takes two tries to get the words out with both of them watching me. “If Charon fucks me, will you suck his cock clean?” Before this moment, I wouldn’t have necessarily said that was something I’d seek out. Now, Ineedit.
I know that Charon has had boyfriends, and Orpheus has shared his bed with people of every variety. That doesn’t mean whatjust happened will translate into either of them wanting more. “Doyouwant that?”
Charon sits back and palms his cock through his slacks. “I want what you want, baby.” It’s a cop-out, but I don’t call him on it. I know him well enough to know that if he didn’t want something, he would have no problem saying as much.
Orpheus licks his lips as if he can still taste me there. “I want you however you allow me to have you. If that’s on his fingers? So be it. If it’s on his cock?” He clears his throat and the blush in his cheeks brightens. “You gave me a safe word, Eurydice. I’ll use it if I need to use it.”
Charon strokes his hand on my thigh and covers my pussy with his palm. It’s a light, possessive gesture. “Doyouwant that, baby? You want to watch him suck your come off my cock?”
Gods help me but I do. For so many reasons that I can’t begin to put into words, even to myself. I feel like I’m in the middle of a fever dream, like nothing really matters in this moment, because there can be no consequences. I know better, but I have spent so goddamn long putting everyone else first. Being the easy one, the nice one, the sweet one. I need this, and I don’t care if it’s selfish. They’re willing to give it to me, so I will take it. “Desperately.”
Charon takes me at my word. He rises and scoops me into his arms easily. “Call your dog, baby.”
I look over his shoulder as he carries me out of the room. Orpheus watches us with such heat in his gaze that I press my thighs together, hard. “Come, Orpheus.”
It’s not far to the living room, and Charon slows down so I can watch Orpheus crawl after us. I never thought something like thiscould be so hot. Charon walks to the couch and sets me carefully on it. I watch with my heart in my throat as he pulls his shirt off and his hands go to the front of his slacks.
“Let me.”
For a moment I think he might argue, but his hands fall to his sides, and he allows me to undo the front of his slacks. I hook my fingers into his underwear and tug it down just enough to free his hard cock. My body trembles at the memory of what it feels like to be split wide open by him. Soon. But not yet.
Orpheus reaches us as I wrap a fist round Charon’s cock. Without looking at him, I snap my fingers and point to the spot right next to us. And then I take Charon’s cock into my mouth. My jaw starts to ache almost instantly. I relish the sensation and wedge him deeper, working to relax my throat and breathe through my nose.
He lets me have my way for a moment, but when my gag reflex gets the best of me, Charon digs his fingers in my hair and pulls me off his cock. His face has plenty of emotion now. He looks at me like a man possessed, like I’ve gotten into his blood, and he never wants to get me out.
“Your dog’s famished, baby. Let’s stop wasting time and feed him.”
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