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)
She shivers. “Why don’t you do it and see for yourself?”
“Not yet.” I keep idly stroking her as Orpheus continues with his task. It’s hard to tell for certain, but I think he slows down once he realizes my game. He all but confirms it when he glances over his shoulder for the sixth time, and his gaze sweeps from my hands up to our faces. He catches my eye and winks.
“Orpheus!” Eurydice’s voice is a little breathy. “You’re going slow on purpose.”
“Just doing a thorough job.” The smugness in his tone gives lie to his intentions. It’s so satisfying, I have to hide an answering grin against Eurydice’s hair. Her little huff of indignation is so pleasing that I can’t help palming her pussy.
“Oh!” She tries to lift her hips, but I keep her pinned. The new position frees up one of my hands though. I waste no time skating my fingers up her stomach to pull down the lace of her bra. It puts her tits on full display, and the next time Orpheus looks over his shoulder, he drops the glass in his hand. It clatters into the sink with a worrisome sound.
I lift my brows. “Am I going to have any undamaged dishes left by the time you’re done?”
He stares at her breasts and licks his lips. “I’m going to be honest. I can’t promise anything.”
“If you think it would be more beneficial for us to leave the room…”
“That won’t be necessary.” He turns back to the sink. Where before he had been focused on going slow to tease out Eurydice’s pleasure, now he’s back to moving with impressive speed.
I watch the lines of his back as I absently pluck at Eurydice’s nipples. She shifts and moans and tries to rub herself against my palm, but I don’t give her a chance to. “Take off your clothes, Orpheus.”
He doesn’t hesitate to obey. He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it into the growing pile of discarded clothing. His pants and underwear quickly follow. I like that. He’s not trying to play coy with us. Not when his cock, hard and long, is on full display. It makes my cock give an answering pulse of need.
We sit in silence and growing tension as Orpheus finishes up his task. He even takes the time to dry and put the dishes away. Then he turns to us, color high on his cheeks. “Now what?”
“Now we go to bed.” I catch Eurydice by her hips and lift her onto her feet. Her outraged expression is almost enough to make me come in my pants right then and there. I love it when she gets riled. Before she can start in on me, I lean forward and cover her pussy with my mouth, licking her through the lace. It’s a quick kiss, but effective. Her gasp of outrage turns quickly to a breathy moan.
Then Orpheus sweeps her into his arms and starts for the stairs. It’s a good move. It’s almost like we coordinated it. I stand, take a moment to adjust my pants, and follow them.
No one speaks as they pull my clothes off and then we divest Eurydice of her panties and bra. It’s almost as if we stepped out of time and space, as if no one exists in this world but us. It’s the most natural thing in the world for Eurydice to run her hands up my chest and press her body to mine as she kisses me. For me to grab Orpheus’s hand and pull him to us, guiding him into our embrace.
He kisses me as Eurydice sinks to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth. A little moan slips free despite myself, and then his hands are in my hair, tugging almost painfully as he nips my bottom lip and twines his tongue with mine. It’s a consuming kiss.
One that feels like mutual ownership.
I know what Eurydice is up to the moment her mouth leaves my cock and Orpheus tenses against me. Wicked little thing. I break the kiss long enough to look down to find her with a fist around each of our cocks. She’s teasing, taking him deep enough to make him moan, and then moving onto my cock to do the same.
I lace my fingers through Orpheus’s hair at the nape of his neck and urge him to look down. “One day. One day I want you to paint this.”
“Yeah.” He swallows hard. “Yeah, I can do that. We might have to, um, do it a few more times so I can get my references right.”
Eurydice flicks the tip of his cock with her tongue, her expression mischievous. “How are you going to paint while I’m sucking your cock, Orpheus?” She strokes him a few times and then runs her lips down his length. “Maybe next time we take a picture. It’ll last longer.”