11. Charon

11

CHARON

I didn’t have any plans for seduction when I came home this morning. After a night of fruitless searching, my frustration was riding me hard. All I wanted was to see Eurydice and let her presence soothe me.

Then I walked in to find Orpheus kneeling on the ground at her feet.

I meant what I said last night. I will take Eurydice however I’m able to; after having her, I’ll do anything to ensure I don’t lose her. Even if that means sharing. I knew she needed closure with Orpheus, but even with all the time I spent studying her, I never anticipated the gleam of dominance in her eyes when she looked down at him. Need doesn’t begin to cover it.

Even so, she’s new enough at kink that I didn’t think she would be able to take what she wanted for herself. The morning has been full of surprises.

Not that I’m complaining. Not with me sinking onto the couch and Eurydice naked and straddling me. She’s flushed and so turned on that her pussy is practically dripping all over my lap. I love her like this. Needy and bossy and so desperate for what only I can give her.

Well, me and Orpheus.

I haven’t quite let myself think about the mess I’ve gotten myself into. I won’t pretend the flutter of attraction I felt for him is anything but the truth, but we’re in a strange state right now where everything feels far too fluid. The past, the present, the future. All that melts together into a chaotic mess that is going to blow up in our faces.

I can’t wait to get his mouth on my cock.

I don’t know what the fuck that means. Probably something as simple as lust, though literally anyone else in the city would have been a safer choice. There’s no use thinking about it now. Not when I have Eurydice grinding against the length of my cock.

She could move this along if she really wanted to, but she seems to enjoy the tease as much as I do. As good as it feels, it’s obvious that she’s also putting on a show. Whether that show is for me or Orpheus remains to be seen. Maybe it’s for both of us. I find myself hoping it is.

I need her.

That’s why I am the one to reach between us and position my cock at her entrance. She rises up on her knees to make room for me, and there’s an imperious look in her dark eyes that makes my balls twitch. I’ve fallen in love with all the different facets of this woman, and it delights me to no end to continue to find new ones. Her attitude isn’t quite bratty, but has a similar flavor.

“Don’t tease us, baby.” I don’t push her though. I watch her drag her folds over the head of my cock, swirling her hips until I think I might lose my mind. “Take my cock.”

She plants her hands on my shoulders and begins to lower herself. Her orgasm has made her slippery, but she still has to work to take me from this angle. It’s hot as fuck to have her fighting her way down my length.

Without thinking, I look to Orpheus. His gaze is pinned to the point where my cock disappears into her pussy. There’s a hunger there, written across his face, and I can’t begin to say if that hunger is for me or for her…or both.

I shouldn’t care. I meant what I said about us being endgame. Eurydice and me. When I spoke those words, there was no room in that vision for anyone else—especially him.

Now, I wonder.

It’s nothing that needs to be decided tonight. We’ve all agreed to this scene, and that’s enough for me. Eurydice slams the rest of the way down on me. The feeling of her pussy clamping around my cock nearly sends me to the moon. I jerk my gaze back to her face to find her glaring at me. “You’re distracted.”

“Not distracted, baby.” That’s not the word I’d use, but I don’t feel like getting into it now. “Take care of your dog.”

She glares for a moment longer but then snaps her fingers at Orpheus without looking at him. “Here, boy.” She doesn’t watch him to make sure he obeys her command, crawling to her and pressing his head to her palm…but I do. It’s sexy as fuck. Eurydice pets him for a moment. “Now be a good boy and sit there silently. You’ll get your reward soon enough.”

Orpheus has the dazed look on his face of a sub deep in a scene. I’d been prepared to hate him for everything he’s done—and part of me still does—but he’s so fucking broken, I can’t help wanting to pick up the pieces. My white knight complex is a bitch and a half. That, at least, is expected. What I didn’t expect is the strange tenderness that makes me want to reach out and guide his face to my thigh, to offer him comfort.

It’s not my place to offer him comfort. It’s not my place to offer him anything at all.

With that in mind, I refocus on Eurydice. She’s still got that bratty look on her face, but she doesn’t quite pull it off, not when her eyes are so filled with emotions. I lean up and kiss her, just because I can. She’s mine in every way that matters, even if we haven’t ironed out all the details yet.

I’ve been hers for a long time.

She starts to move. Until the day I die, I don’t think I’ll see a more perfect picture than Eurydice, her hands propped behind her on my thighs, her lean body rolling as she rides my cock. I can’t stop myself from running my hands up her thighs to catch her hips, though I don’t try to take control. Not yet.

It’s perfect. Too perfect. No matter how controlled I am, I’m still only human. I can’t keep this up forever. I grab her hips and pull her down onto me, sealing us together and preventing her from moving. It’s a mistake. This feels too fucking good. “Baby, please.”

Her smile is slow, sweet, and a little evil. “Problem, Charon?”

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come, and then you can’t play out your little game with your dog.” I can feel Orpheus watching us intensely, but for once I’m not interested in looking at him. He can wait until it’s time.

“So concerned about Orpheus.” She strokes her fingers along my jaw. I can’t tell if she’s bothered by my words or not. Truth be told, I’m having a hard time stringing any thoughts together at all right now. It’s everything I can do to stop myself from rolling us over and fucking her hard enough to make her forget her own damned name. Another time.

“It’s not Orpheus who’s about to make me blow my load.”

“Very well.” She sighs, her irritation not quite believable when she writhes a little on my cock and her nipples are hard points begging for my mouth. “If riding your cock isn’t working out…I suppose I can ride your mouth.”

A laugh bursts from me, making them both jump. “You suppose you’ll ride my mouth. Come on, baby. Don’t pretend you’re not needy for my tongue.”

“Don’t gloat. It’s unbecoming.” She sounds so delightfully prissy that I laugh again. It takes no effort at all to lift her off my cock and haul her up to straddle my face. I like her squeak of surprise to find me supporting her weight like this. She wiggles, but I have a firm grasp on her and she’s not going anywhere. “Charon, you’re showing off.”

Maybe a little.

Instead of answering with words, I pull her closer and drag my tongue up her center. Eurydice gives a sweet moan and snaps her fingers again. She can’t quite manage a firm, bitchy tone with my tongue inside her, but she does a damn good job of trying. “Orpheus.”

“Yes?” I can’t see his face, but his voice has changed, deepened, gone rougher with need.

“Be a good boy and clean Charon’s cock for me.”

I have half a mind to turn her around so she can see him, but she reaches down and digs a hand into my hair, guiding my mouth up to her clit. Fuck, but I love her like this, riding my mouth and holding me to her as if she doesn’t care if I suffocate. Good girl, take your pleasure. You deserve it.

I’m so focused on her, I almost forget her command to Orpheus. Or at least I do until his hands touch my thighs almost tentatively, a gentle pressure guiding me to spread for him. I expect… I don’t know what I expect. For him to go after my cock like it’s a chore to be suffered through. I should have known better. I saw how he cleaned my kitchen, after all. His mouth descending my length feels just like that looked.

Like worship.

The desire I was barely holding on to before comes roaring back. It’s compounded by the taste of Eurydice on my tongue and the way she grinds herself against my face. Little sounds escape her lips and her movements go jerky. She’s close.

Orpheus chooses that moment to cup my balls in one hand and press two fingers to the sensitive spot behind them as he sucks me deep and hard. I don’t have the chance to brace for it, to resist the pleasure. I moan against Eurydice’s pussy as I come, and he doesn’t hesitate to drink me down.

He also…doesn’t stop.

He gives me one last long suck, and then he begins licking his way down my length. Doing exactly as he was commanded, cleaning every inch of me. It’s too much. I’m so sensitive that my thighs are shaking, but there’s nowhere to go, pinned between him and Eurydice and the couch.

“Charon?” She twists a little in my hands. “Oh. Oh.”

I’m not sure who makes the decision to move, whether it’s me sliding down or Orpheus tugging at my thighs, but somehow I end up flipping all three of us. Orpheus hits the ground on his back, and the little bastard has my cock in his mouth before I fully settle Eurydice onto the couch. He doesn’t seem to care that I’ve gone soft. On the contrary, he seems delighted he can fit all of me into his mouth now.

I can’t get distracted. Eurydice hasn’t come yet, and I need her orgasm more than I need my next breath. I drag my tongue up her center and then back down, giving myself some time to get settled. There’s a proper way to do this, calm and controlled and perfectly rhythmic. I’m not capable of it right now. This keeps fucking happening. The moment I get my hands or mouth on her, I lose control.

That truth is not being helped along by Orpheus. Not when his two fingers are making his intentions more than clear. I nip Eurydice’s thigh in frustration. “Stop that shit, Orpheus.”

He starts to obey me, but then Eurydice laughs. I look up at her, and she’s never been more beautiful than in this moment. Her hair is wild around her face, and her skin is flushed with need and desire. She tugs at my hair with another laugh that edges toward a delicious kind of mean. “Whatever you’re doing, Orpheus…don’t stop.”

“Baby, this is supposed to be about you.” It’s so fucking hard to focus, especially when Orpheus’s fingers return, wet this time, and press into my ass. I can’t stop myself from thrusting into his mouth. My cock isn’t soft anymore, and while part of me loves this shit, another part of me wants to punish him for it.

Eurydice’s smile goes soft in a way that makes my heart lurch. “In what world would I not want to see you come apart, Charon? It’s so sexy to see you lose control. I think I’m addicted to it.”

I stare at her for a beat, but then Orpheus does something that makes my balls draw tight. If I don’t hurry up, he’s going to make me come again before I get Eurydice off. I don’t think it’s a competition right now, but the threat of one gets me moving again.

I press two fingers into her and go after her clit with my tongue. Her soft curse is music to my ears. This time, I don’t mess around teasing her. This is a race to the finish. The challenge hits my blood, which only works against me. It’s okay though; Eurydice was already almost all the way there. She tugs on my hair hard enough to make me groan in tormented pleasure, and then she’s coming all over my face. I’m not far behind her. Again, Orpheus winds me up and then sucks me dry.

We end up in a messy pile half on the couch and half on the floor. I expect Eurydice to do something about Orpheus’s hard cock pressing against the front of his pants, but she merely taps her thigh. He crawls to her and presses his face there with a look like bliss. Penance. It seems to be serving them both, and since no one is trying to get up and fuck up their aftercare, I haul myself onto the couch next to her. She sinks into my side with a happy sound. I’m happy. This feels too fucking good. I give her a soft kiss as our bodies cool and our heartbeats return to normal. Even as I tell myself not to, my hand drops to cover hers on Orpheus’s head.

It’s…perfect.