20. Orpheus

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.