Midnight Ruin, page 15
“Not even Eurydice can distract you?” He reaches for the pillow next to them. “It’s enough to make me wonder just how far we can push you.”
Orpheus watches him carefully wedge a pillow between my head and the bed, replacing Charon’s thick thigh. “I was under the impression that we were punishing Eurydice.”
“We are.” Charon climbs off the bed and circles around to the other side of Orpheus. “Consider this just a bit of fun.”
I watch Charon arrange himself, his thighs bracketing Orpheus, his chest to the other man’s back. He’s big enough that I can still see him clearly. The expression on his face makes me shiver with anticipation. I swallow hard. “I know I have the smallest sadistic streak, but yours puts mine to shame.”
“I like what I like.” He snakes an arm around Orpheus’s waist and presses a hand to his lower stomach. It’s hard to tell from this angle, but I think Orpheus’s hard cock is pressed against Charon’s knuckles. I bite my bottom lip and fight the urge to shift so I can see better. Charon leans close to Orpheus’s ear, and though he lowers his voice, it still carries clearly to me. “Do you want to use your safe word?”
Orpheus chokes out a laugh. “Not even a little bit.”
“Let me know if that changes.” Charon wraps his first around Orpheus’s cock, and I nearly come on the spot. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on you since last night.” He kisses Orpheus’s neck. “Don’t stop painting.”
I hold my breath as Orpheus leans forward and braces one hand next to my hip. Charon mirrors his movement so that they’re basically on all fours above me. I can feel the air displacement where Charon slowly jacks Orpheus’s cock. He’s not touching me, but the possibility that he might, that he might do us both at the same time…I want it so badly, I have to put all of my will into not arching up to close the distance between us. Compare that with the light touch of Orpheus painting me, and I’m about to go out of my mind with need.
“Okay,” I gasp. “You’ve proven your point. I’m very, very sorry. I promise never to scare you like that again, or slip my security detail, or do…anything! Just touch me. Please.”
“See. Isn’t she particularly sweet when she begs?”
It takes Orpheus a few seconds to answer. When he does, he hardly sounds like himself. “Yeah. I like it. A lot.”
“Me too.” Charon kisses Orpheus. For some reason, I almost expect it to be rough, but I couldn’t be further from the truth. The kiss starts off light and sweet, almost as if he’s asking for permission. That only lasts a heartbeat though. Orpheus drops the brush, and then his fingers are in Charon’s hair, and he’s toppling the other man back to the bed.
It’s the purest agony to watch them fall into each other, their hands a frenzy on each other’s bodies, as if they can’t get close enough, can’t touch each other hard enough, can’t believe this is real. I’m both devastatingly jealous and so fucking privileged to be able to witness this.
Charon breaks the kiss slowly, Orpheus’s bottom lip between his teeth. I can actually see him bite down a little before he releases Orpheus. “You’re terrible at multitasking.”
“Guilty.” Orpheus kisses him again, a quick, hard contact that makes my toes curl. “Can you blame me?”
“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 his hand 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 absolute bastard.”
“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’s her. 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 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.
I lose it.
In desperation, I go after Eurydice’s pussy again, thrusting my tongue into her in time with my own hips grinding against the bed. Each movement I make pushes me back on Charon’s fingers, pressing him deeper. Her cries mingle with a desperate sound coming out of my throat. Fuck, I’m going to come.
Charon wedges one hand between me and the mattress, and wraps his fingers around the base of my cock, squeezing harshly. My breath shudders out. It’s painful to be pulled back from the edge of orgasm like this, but I’m pathetically grateful all the same. He keeps fucking my ass with his fingers, and I belatedly register that his mouth is still against the bite, his tongue soothing my aching flesh.
Eurydice digs her fingers into my hair and pulls my face away from her pussy. She looks down at me with glazed eyes and bites her bottom lip. “Orpheus.” My name sounds like a promise. She tugs my hair again and looks over my head at Charon. I don’t know what she sees there—he sure as fuck hasn’t stopped what he’s doing to me. Her thighs shake on either side of my head. “Fuck me. I need your cock pressing into me and stretching me wide. I’m done waiting.”
I want that too. But the only thing keeping me from coming on the spot is Charon’s fingers gripping my cock. Humiliation washes over me. I don’t know what it says about me that it only makes my desire burn hotter. I lick my lips, tasting her there. “If I fuck you right now, I’m going to come too fast.”
“You’d disappoint me like that?” Her voice is low and almost dangerous. “Don’t you want to be my good boy, Orpheus? Don’t you want to please me?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “More than anything.”
Charon, the bastard, nips the bite mark on my ass. “You’re not coming until I let you. Stop making excuses and do as our woman says. Fuck her properly.”
It’s slow work to move up the bed with Charon still at my back. I don’t tell him it would be a lot easier to concentrate if he didn’t have his fingers in my ass. It might be true, but it feels too good to stop. Besides, I trust him. He’s not going to let me come until I give Eurydice what she needs.
It’s Charon who guides my cock to her entrance, and it’s Charon who sets the pace. I almost feel like a puppet on his strings. It’s strangely comforting. And hot. Really fucking hot. But we’re not finished. He shifts behind me, easing his fingers from my ass and pausing to spread lube on his cock. And then he’s there, his broad head pressing against me…pressing into me.
I haven’t had a partner since the chaotic aftermath of losing Eurydice, when I realized that no amount of sex or alcohol would fill the gaping wound left by her absence. Charon isn’t a small man. I have to concentrate on relaxing, on taking what he gives me. He goes slow. No matter how brutal he is in some ways, it’s clear he takes care of his partners. He’s taking care of me right now.
Eurydice seems to know it too. She’s shaking beneath me, but she waits patiently until Charon has filled me completely. They share another of those looks filled with too many things. I can’t see him, but her heart is in her eyes.
I knew she loved him. Now I’m seeing it in real time.
Strange how it doesn’t hurt as much as I expected. How can it when I’m between them like this? When they’ve folded me into the possibility of us?
We surge together in a rhythm as old as time. Every thought left in my head fades away against the pounding pleasure. Charon keeps his fingers wrapped tightly around my cock, preventing me from losing control. It’s a good thing too. With him filling me, and Eurydice soft and desperate beneath me…without some assistance, I would’ve come on the second stroke.
She tangles one hand in my hair and reaches past me to do the same with Charon. “More. Harder.”
Charon’s lips touch my ear. “She wants more and harder, Orpheus. Can you handle giving it to her?”
If I can’t, I’m going to die trying. The thought is suitably dramatic enough to focus me. I’m distantly aware of Charon moving back the tiniest bit, giving me space to plant my hands on either side of Eurydice’s shoulders. And then I start to fuck her exactly like she needs.
Giving her more.
Giving it to her harder.
I slam into her again and again, each withdrawal driving me back on Charon’s cock. Too much. Holy fuck, it’s too much.
Just when I think I can’t stand it any longer, when I’m going to beg him to let me come, Eurydice clenches around me. Her whole body goes tight, and she lets loose a cry I’ll hold close until my dying day. She’s still fluttering around my cock when Charon releases me. After that, it’s over quickly. It takes me less than four strokes before I’m surging forward and filling her. I collapse half on top of her…which is when I realize that it’s not over yet. And that Charon’s been holding back.
He’s not holding back now.
He wedges one big arm beneath my hips, lifting my ass to the angle he wants. And then he plunders me. There’s no other word for it. He takes my ass as if he owns it, as if I’ve been his all along, and I’m only now coming to terms with it.
As he pulls out of me and comes across my back in hot sticky spurts, I’m not sure he’s wrong.
21
CHARON
I expected the summons, so I’m not surprised to find a text from Hades when I wake up in the morning. What does surprise me is that he wants Eurydice to attend. Maybe it shouldn’t. For better or worse, she’s the reason that we have Ariadne in the lower city. I have a feeling that Ariadne might be hesitant to share the information she possesses if the person she reached out to for help isn’t present. That doesn’t mean I want Eurydice involved in this any more than she already is.
Not that anyone has asked me what I want. I won’t be consulted when it comes to this situation. Hades might have all but explicitly agreed to let me figure things out between me and Eurydice, but that courtesy doesn’t apply to anything that will officially affect Olympus.
