Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
His sharp inhale catches in my chest. I have to stop, to remind myself that this man isn’t for keeping. He’s a tool that will serve his purpose and be discarded once we’re finished with him. An instrument of vengeance against Zeus while simultaneously acting the part of a bandage for mine and Meg’s relationship. At least until we’re back on solid ground once more.
Knowing that doesn’t stop me from dragging my fingers lightly along his length, from enjoying the way he watches my mouth and licks his lips again. “So eager.”
“Play your games, Hades. Pretend you look down on me.” He leans forward a little, thrusting into my hand. “We both know you’re dying to get inside me.”
It’s the truth.
I force myself to release his cock, and I grab the back of his neck in a punishing grip. I bend him back just a little and lean down to tongue his nipples. First one and then the other and back again. I enjoy the way he shakes in my grasp so I play with him a little longer than strictly necessary. Every response as if he’s being touched for the first time. It’s not the truth. He’s no virgin, which is a strange sort of relief, but he throws himself into every sexual encounter with an enthusiasm that seduces me. He seduces me.
“Boys.” Meg’s amused tone has me lifting my head. She leans against my desk, naked but for the strap-on. I’ve watched her use it before, of course, on both men and women, but something about seeing her with that giant red cock and her wicked smile conveys that tonight is special. It’s set apart from before. A turning point, if you will.
She’s wrong. It can’t change anything. I’ve been set on this path for too long to abandon it now. Hercules serves a purpose now, but I can’t imagine him in a permanent place in our lives. But I allow myself to smile back despite that. Would it truly be so terrible to allow one night to pass without the plotting and furthering of my plan? I suppose not.
She motions at the chains still in my hand. “Would you like me to?”
I almost tell her no. But topping Hercules together feels right in a way I don’t want to deny. “By all means.”
“So polite when you want to be,” she murmurs and crosses to take the clamps from my hand. Meg strokes a finger down Hercules’s chest and makes a faux pained sound. “Poor baby. His cock looks lonely down there, Hades.” Her smile widens in a wicked way that has my chest aching in response. “Give him a little tease?”
I can’t remember the last time I was on my knees, truly on my knees. But for this woman and this man, in this moment? I sink slowly down and take Hercules’s cock into my mouth. They’re merged here as well, her taste and his. I take my time, exploring his length with my mouth as I watch Meg expertly fasten the clamps to his nipples. When he’s bent over, the chain will weigh on both nipples and cock, creating a pleasure-pain crescendo.
Meg gives Hercules a quick kiss and I suck him hard, earning a groan from him. It’s enough for now. I move back to sit on the couch, already knowing where Meg is headed with this. She lifts her head and gives Hercules a surprisingly sweet smile. “I’m going to fuck your ass.”
His breath does that delicious catch again. “Okay.”
“And while I do…” Her smile turned in my direction gains teeth and a little bit of meanness. “You’re going to suck Hades’s cock. When he comes, I stop.” She reaches up and drags her thumb over his bottom lip. “So it’s up to you how long this lasts.”
Evil woman.
I love her.
Chapter 19
Hercules
I end up kneeling between Hades’s legs as Meg takes up a position behind me. She smooths her hands over my skin as if soothing a startled animal. I could tell her it’s not necessary, but I can’t stop shaking. The clamps on my nipples don’t exactly hurt, but the strange sensation is so acute, it would consume me if I didn’t have a ring clamped around my cock. I realize I’m clutching Hades’s thighs and try to relax my grasp. It doesn’t work.
“We’re going to do this slow.” She squeezes my ass. “Once we’re good, you start sucking Hades off and the clock begins. If you need to stop for any reason, tap out.” She leans over me and smacks the cushion next to Hades, demonstrating. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I manage.
This scene feels different than the last one. Markedly different. Hades is still here, still dominating, but having Meg step more fully into that role? It feels like puzzle pieces have clicked together in a way I wasn’t prepared for. It’s right.