Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“You heard her.” Charon trails two fingers down my spine, stopping at the small of my back. “Make her come so hard that she’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.”
This time, she isn’t begging. She’s ordering.
Somehow, that makes all the difference. My hesitation melts away. It’s my choice to submit, but I’m not the one in the driver’s seat of this interaction. Eurydice is. Charon is. And I’m only too happy to follow where they lead.
I lick my way up her center. She might have ordered me to fuck her with my tongue, but it’s been a year since I’ve had my mouth on this woman, and I’m not about to be rushed. Her taste is exquisite. Exactly as I remember. I pause at the top of her pussy and cover her with my mouth, pulsing my tongue against her clit.
She makes the sweetest whimper. In the same moment, Charon sets his teeth against the top curve of my ass. It’s not quite a bite, more the promise of one. I’m shocked at how desperately I want that. I press my forehead to Eurydice’s lower stomach and gasp for breath. “Are you going to mark me?”
“Do you want me to?”
Eurydice writhes her hips, searching for my mouth. I have to grab her thighs to hold her in place. It’s so hard to think with the scent and taste and feel of her consuming my senses. Do I even need to think, though? I knew the answer as soon as Charon voiced the question. “Yes.”
I go back to eating her pussy as he palms my ass. He’s a big guy. His hands nearly cover me as he squeezes, pressing me together and then parting me in a rhythmic motion. It makes me think of fucking. No doubt that’s the intention.
It’s hard to focus on what Charon’s doing behind me when Eurydice has her fingers in my hair and is grinding herself against my face. When we had sex before, she wasn’t exactly a passive lover, but she was almost shy at times about asking for what she wanted. There’s no shyness in this. I love it.
Instead of trying to take control, I go where she guides me. She doesn’t hesitate to position me exactly where she needs me. She lets me fuck her with my tongue for several beats, and then she guides me up to her clit. I remember exactly what she likes. How could I not when I tormented myself with the memories of our time together for a year straight? I waste no time giving her exactly that now. Every cry she makes spurs me forward. I want her to come over my face. I want that clear mark of ownership, even if it won’t last forever.
Her body goes tight. A wave of satisfaction hits me, so strong that I shake. I am so caught up in how her thighs clench around my head that I almost forget about Charon behind me. As the last tremor works its way through Eurydice’s body, Charon bites me.
The pain is sudden and deep. Its ache radiates out from the point of contact and has me thrusting against the sheets despite myself. I try to stop. To get control of myself. But then Charon’s wet fingers press against my ass…press into my ass.