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“Not even a little bit.” Charon nudges him until he’s facing me again. “Get back to painting.”
Orpheus looks a little dazed, but he obeys. He fumbles to pick up the brush and palette. When he refocuses on me, it’s clear that half of his attention is on the man at his back. For his part, Charon resumes his teasing. Except this time, he takes it up a notch.
He slides down the bed until his face is even with our hips. He’s close enough that I get a clear view when he leans up and takes Orpheus’s cock into his mouth. It’s just as slow and teasing as hishand was earlier. I don’t know if that’ll make a difference. My whole body clenches in jealousy and need at the way he sucks Orpheus deep and then eases back to flick his slit with his tongue.
Orpheus’s brush skitters across my skin. “If you want this to look right, you need to stop doing that right now.”
Instead of answering with words, Charon snakes a hand under my thigh and strokes my pussy. I’m so wet, there’s no resistance as he slides two fingers into me. He strokes me idly as he sucks Orpheus off, and it takes my pleasure-drunk brain several seconds to realize he’s fucking us in the same rhythm. Normally, I need more clitoral stimulation in order to orgasm, but I’m so turned on right now I think I’m going to get there just from the penetration alone. “Oh gods, Charon. Please don’t stop doing that.”
I should’ve known better.
He wedges a third finger into me…and then he stops. I’m so close, I can’t stop shaking, but I need more to get over the edge. “You are an absolutebastard.”
“I’ve been accused of worse.”
Orpheus closes his eyes and lets loose a string of curses I’ve never heard him say before. He carefully sets down his palette and his brush. Then he laces his fingers through Charon’s hair. “It’s as done as it’s going to be. Now finish what you started.”
20
ORPHEUS
Up until recently, I was pretty sure Charon hated me. Now I know it for a lie. I’ve fucked people who hate me. I don’t make a habit of it, but self-loathing is an intoxicating drug, and sometimes it got the best of me. This moment, with his mouth around my cock, is nothing like those rare times with people who actually feel that way. It’s a long way from love, but I’ll take what I can get.
Next to us, Eurydice looks ready to explode. Charon has his fingers buried in her pussy, but it’s clear he’s not doing much to get her off. The man really does have a sadistic streak. It’s hard to focus on that with him sucking me down like his redemption is on the other side of my cock. I don’t know if this is payback for last time or just simple lust, but all I can do is tighten my grip on his hair and hang on for dear life.
Just when I’m on the verge of losing control, when my balls have drawn up and I can’t stop myself from thrusting into his mouth…he eases back.
I stare down at him blankly. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He licks his lips. Watching that movement is almost enough to push me over the edge. Charon clears his throat. “Eurydice has more than served her punishment, don’t you think?”
I look down at her, allowing myself to drink in the sight of my paint on her skin. It’s not my finest work as such things go, and yet I’ll never be able to recreate the masterpiece because it’sher. Eurydice. The woman I’ve loved and lost and found again. The blue and purple flowers I’ve painted on her skin, framing her breasts and pussy, only accentuate her beauty. They sure as fuck can’t compare to it.
I still don’t know if I’m allowed to touch her. With so much hanging in the balance, I’m afraid to take that step or assume anything. Doing so might fuck this all up.
Charon understands. Of course he does. He withdraws his fingers from her and presses them to my lips, fucking my mouth slowly and coating my tongue with the taste of her desire. It’s exquisite torment. I can’t get enough.
He brushes a quick kiss to my lips and then looks down at her. “What do you say, baby? He’s been putting in a lot of work. Don’t you think he deserves a little taste?”
I’m not sure Eurydice is even hearing us clearly right now. Her eyes are glazed with need, and little tremors work through her body at regular intervals. One lick, maybe two, and she’s going to come apart. She turns her head to us. It takes her a few tries before she’s able to form words. “Make me come, Orpheus. Now.Please.” Her voice breaks on the last word.
“You heard her.” Charon trails two fingers down my spine, stopping at the small of my back. “Make her come so hard thatshe’s begging for your cock. And when you give it to her, I’ll give you mine.”
There’s no mistaking his meaning. I’ll fuck her. He’ll fuck me. I’d like to pretend it’s both of us continuing to top her, but it wouldn’t be the truth. I’ll be stuck between them, helpless to do anything but take what they give me. I want that so desperately I almost agree immediately.
But that would be a mistake, and I’m working very hard not to continue making mistakes when it comes to Eurydice. I clear my throat. “Are you okay with that?”
“Yes. Now hurry up. I need your tongue.”
It might just be the sex talking, and maybe I really am just as much a selfish bastard as I’ve always believed, because I don’t ask again. I’ve been dreaming about the taste of Eurydice for months, and the taste I got from Charon’s cock was nowhere near enough. I don’t know if I’ve earned the right to touch her, but I’m not going to question her need.
I shift down her body and make myself comfortable. This part of her is as much a work of art as the rest. At one point late in our relationship, I convinced her to pose for me with her legs spread and her pussy on display.
I never did get around to finishing the painting.
She’s so wet she glistens in the low light of the bedroom. I can see her clit clearly, hard and needy for my tongue. I don’t know why I’m hesitating. Maybe I really do have a masochistic streak, because this moment of waiting is agony, and yet it’s making me so hard I’m a little afraid I might come against the sheets before I properly taste her.
“Orpheus. Fuck me with your tongue. Right. Now.”
