Chapter 30

Chapter

Thirty

HEPH

Athena is waving me over, begging for me to join them.

I want to.

I want to feel her soft skin, to have her shudder under my touch like she does the others. My cock aches to have her lips around it, sucking while the others pet and pleasure her. I want to feel the vibrations from her moans traveling up my dick to my balls as I come inside that pretty little mouth.

But I don’t move.

My stomach is in knots and my skin feels too tight, too hot. I don’t know what this feeling is. It could be rage. These two just drugged us. They tied us up and pulled a gun on Paris, accusing him of being a traitor. One fight and a bottle of booze later, and Eros is forgiven, and we have the little gold-digger wet and begging for cock. Eros has admitted his loyalty is divided, so instead of getting rid of the problem, Perseus is going to fuck her?

Why her? Jealousy is definitely coloring everything. Perseus looks so fucking hot pinning this woman under him. The way his mouth is tasting her skin… why her?

I know why Eros wants her, but why Perseus? What is it about her that makes him lose all sense? And why do I want her this much, too? With another sip of my bourbon, I sit back and just watch all my fantasies, or a version of them, play out in front of me.

Eros stays focused on Athena, moving his hands in her panties. He is going to make her come soon. She has that glassy-eyed look, and her chest is rising rapidly.

Her eyes are on me. They are hungry, begging, but she isn’t the only one looking at me. Perseus is still sucking on her tits, but he is watching me as he moves his palm to cup his cock that is straining against his zipper.

My mouth is watering, and I can’t remember the last time my cock was this hard. I take another sip of my drink when I see Athena whisper to the others. I can’t hear what she says. The others nod and take their hands off of her, leaving her pants open and her shirt pulled down, showing off her glorious tits.

I try to swallow my nerves as she approaches me, watching as her tits bounce a little with each step.

“Do you want me?” Her voice is deeper than usual, a little husky and sexy as fuck.

My mouth is suddenly dry. I can’t speak, and I don’t even know what I would say if I could. So I just nod. She bends at the waist, letting her breasts hang down, and places her palms on my thighs dangerously close to my cock, and leans in to kiss me.

She tastes like sweet smokey bourbon and something else, something more than just her. I can taste Perseus on her lips, and it makes something in me snap. I grab her hips and pull her onto my lap, grinding her down hard on my cock. When she gasps, I take control of the kiss, palming the back of her head and deepening it. I don’t know if I want her or to taste more of Perseus, and I don’t think it matters. Her body is melting into mine.

The only thing I can hear is my pulse thundering in my ears. My cock aches to plunge into her tight little body. I want to make her come over and over. I want to make her feel so good, then keep going until her pleasure turns against her and becomes too much. Then I want to use it to punish her.

She hurt Perseus; she kissed Perseus. Part of me wants her, but the rest of me still wants to make her pay.

The couch dips on either side of me, and the other two join us. I don’t open my eyes. I just continue to bruise her lips with my kiss and grind her body down on mine, taking what I want from her. When she tries to lean back, I let her, moving my hands to her waist to hold her to me. She looks a little dazed as she sits back on my lap. Her lips are bright red, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes hazy as she tries to steady herself.

“Fuck, who knew Heph was the best kisser.”

“What?” Eros says in mock outrage. “You must be drunk.”

I’m about to say something witty or teasing back to him when Perseus says, “No, I can totally see that.”

My heart stops. Has he just said that, or have I imagined it? And the way his breath caresses over my throat as he speaks in that low, seductive way that drips with sex, sends a shiver through me.

“Nope, I demand a recount.” Eros grabs Athena by the hair, pulling her back just enough to meet his lips.

The way he kisses Athena is all fiery passion and battling tongues. I can’t deny seeing her lost to him while sitting on my lap is kind of hot. It’s like the best point-of-view porn a man can ask for, except this is happening now. I can touch her, feel her. I can make her moan my name while Eros tries to take control of her. Right now, I can not only fuck one of the sexiest women I have ever seen, but I can put Eros’s smug ass to shame. Something about that gives me an odd sense of masculine pride. I’m going to show this cocky jackass he isn’t the best lover in the group. Then long after Athena is gone, I still won’t let him live it down.

I trail my hands up her body. I am about to show her what my mouth can do to those tits when Perseus leans in closer to my side.

“Eros might want a recount, but I need to find out for myself.” His words are barely more than a slurred whisper in my ear before Perseus does the unthinkable.

His hand is on my jaw as he pulls me in for a soft kiss. The world around me melts away, and my plans of putting Eros in his place are instantly forgotten. The only things I can feel are the jack hammering of my heart, the dull needing pulse of my cock, and Perseus’s lips finally on mine.

He tastes like everything I could ever want. The kiss starts off slow, gentle and unsure, then when he opens to me, I pour everything I am into that kiss. Every time I have wanted him, every time I have jacked off thinking about him or even hooked up with another man or woman pretending it was him. Without thought or hesitation, I pour all my hopes, all my dreams, and every filthy fantasy I have ever had about this man into our kiss.

And he is responding just as passionately.

For a moment, I forget where we are, I forget who is on my lap and who they are kissing. It is just me on this couch with Perseus’s lips to mine, his fingers in my hair, and his heart hammering as hard as mine .

His kiss is better than anything I have ever dared to imagine. I am lost to him when Athena rocks against my cock again, nearly taking me over the edge and pulling me back to the present.

Fuck.

My eyes meet Perseus’s first. They are wide with shock. Fuck! I took it too far, and he is drunk and doesn’t know what he is doing. What the fuck is wrong with me?

It’s not me, it’s her. This is all her fault.

Athena is still perched on my lap, her judging eyes looking down on me with a smirk and her eyebrows raised like she knows what she just did. What she discovered.

No, fuck her. She doesn’t know shit.

“Heph.” Perseus says, and I can’t breathe. My throat gets tight, and it feels like I am suffocating. I can’t do this. Not now, not with an audience, probably not ever.

I get to my feet, effectively dropping Athena in a pile at my feet. Eros is there to help her, and Perseus is still looking at me with those confused, accusatory eyes.

My fight or flight kicks in, and for the first time in my life, I choose flight. I step over Athena. Eros is calling me an asshole, and Perseus is calling my name. But I don’t walk; I run out of that room like it’s on fire.

I need out.

Now.

Fuck my life. That bitch has ruined everything.