29. Charon

29

CHARON

It surprises me how much I like having Orpheus in my house. So much about this man goes against my assumptions and expectations of him. Even something as small as him taking the initiative to do the dishes after we eat is a bit of a revelation.

He catches me watching him and gives a surprisingly sweet grin even as he blushes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Why are you asking questions you already know the answer to?”

If anything, he blushes harder. Orpheus is one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever encountered, let alone had in my bed. Add in the fact that he enjoys playing the same games that Eurydice and I do… Well, I already decided to keep him, didn’t I?

“Don’t tease poor Orpheus.” Eurydice moves around the table and slips onto my lap as if that’s the most natural thing in the world. There might come a day when I take her closeness for granted, but somehow I don’t think so. I’ve wanted this for so long, I wanted her trust and her intimacy and, yeah, her body. The shape of this might look different than I expected, but it’s better.

I tug her back against my chest and arrange her how I want her, guiding her to lean against me and spread her legs on the outside of mine. “Would you rather I tease you instead?”

“It’s only right.” I can hear the smile in her voice. “You wouldn’t want to distract him from his task.”

Orpheus stares at us for several long seconds, and then turns back to the sink. It’s hard to tell from this angle, but I think he might be washing even faster than ever. It pleases me. It obviously pleases Eurydice too, because she wiggles on my lap, grinding her ass against my hardening cock.

“You’re an unforgivable tease,” I murmur in her ear. “At this rate, he’s going to break a plate.”

“If he does, we’ll just have to punish him.” She doesn’t pitch her voice low, and the way Orpheus’s shoulders twitch, it’s clear he heard her. Eurydice turns her face to brush a kiss against my lips. “Hey.”

“Hey.” I nip her bottom lip. “Take off your pants, baby.”

Eurydice really is a little tease, because she doesn’t stand up to take the most efficient route to follow my commands. No, she leans back harder against me and lifts her hips to work her jeans down to her thighs. Then she grinds that tight little ass against my cock while she lifts her legs and slides the jeans down them. It’s the sweetest agony, and I’m going to make her pay for it.

I tug her shirt over her head and toss it to the side. She arches her back, giving me a good look at her lacy bra. It’s definitely meant for seduction, the faint floral pattern seeming to frame her brown nipples. It’s hard to see exactly from my angle, but I think her matching panties are doing the same thing to her pussy.

“Tease.”

“It’s only a tease if I don’t plan to do something about it.” She takes my hands and guides them to the inside of her knees. Even as I tell myself to take charge of this, I’m curious to see where she’ll guide us. I sit there submissively and let her run my hands up her smooth thighs until my knuckles brush against her panties.

I glance at Orpheus as I drag my knuckles up and down slowly. Eurydice wiggles, but I hold her tight to me with a grip on either thigh. She’s not the only one who knows how to tease. “If I pull your panties to the side, what am I going to find?”

She shivers. “Why don’t you do it and see for yourself?”

“Not yet.” I keep idly stroking her as Orpheus continues with his task. It’s hard to tell for certain, but I think he slows down once he realizes my game. He all but confirms it when he glances over his shoulder for the sixth time, and his gaze sweeps from my hands up to our faces. He catches my eye and winks.

“Orpheus!” Eurydice’s voice is a little breathy. “You’re going slow on purpose.”

“Just doing a thorough job.” The smugness in his tone gives lie to his intentions. It’s so satisfying, I have to hide an answering grin against Eurydice’s hair. Her little huff of indignation is so pleasing that I can’t help palming her pussy.

“Oh!” She tries to lift her hips, but I keep her pinned. The new position frees up one of my hands though. I waste no time skating my fingers up her stomach to pull down the lace of her bra. It puts her tits on full display, and the next time Orpheus looks over his shoulder, he drops the glass in his hand. It clatters into the sink with a worrisome sound.

I lift my brows. “Am I going to have any undamaged dishes left by the time you’re done?”

He stares at her breasts and licks his lips. “I’m going to be honest. I can’t promise anything.”

“If you think it would be more beneficial for us to leave the room…”

“That won’t be necessary.” He turns back to the sink. Where before he had been focused on going slow to tease out Eurydice’s pleasure, now he’s back to moving with impressive speed.

I watch the lines of his back as I absently pluck at Eurydice’s nipples. She shifts and moans and tries to rub herself against my palm, but I don’t give her a chance to. “Take off your clothes, Orpheus.”

He doesn’t hesitate to obey. He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it into the growing pile of discarded clothing. His pants and underwear quickly follow. I like that. He’s not trying to play coy with us. Not when his cock, hard and long, is on full display. It makes my cock give an answering pulse of need.

We sit in silence and growing tension as Orpheus finishes up his task. He even takes the time to dry and put the dishes away. Then he turns to us, color high on his cheeks. “Now what?”

“Now we go to bed.” I catch Eurydice by her hips and lift her onto her feet. Her outraged expression is almost enough to make me come in my pants right then and there. I love it when she gets riled. Before she can start in on me, I lean forward and cover her pussy with my mouth, licking her through the lace. It’s a quick kiss, but effective. Her gasp of outrage turns quickly to a breathy moan.

Then Orpheus sweeps her into his arms and starts for the stairs. It’s a good move. It’s almost like we coordinated it. I stand, take a moment to adjust my pants, and follow them.

No one speaks as they pull my clothes off and then we divest Eurydice of her panties and bra. It’s almost as if we stepped out of time and space, as if no one exists in this world but us. It’s the most natural thing in the world for Eurydice to run her hands up my chest and press her body to mine as she kisses me. For me to grab Orpheus’s hand and pull him to us, guiding him into our embrace.

He kisses me as Eurydice sinks to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth. A little moan slips free despite myself, and then his hands are in my hair, tugging almost painfully as he nips my bottom lip and twines his tongue with mine. It’s a consuming kiss.

One that feels like mutual ownership.

I know what Eurydice is up to the moment her mouth leaves my cock and Orpheus tenses against me. Wicked little thing. I break the kiss long enough to look down to find her with a fist around each of our cocks. She’s teasing, taking him deep enough to make him moan, and then moving onto my cock to do the same.

I lace my fingers through Orpheus’s hair at the nape of his neck and urge him to look down. “One day. One day I want you to paint this.”

“Yeah.” He swallows hard. “Yeah, I can do that. We might have to, um, do it a few more times so I can get my references right.”

Eurydice flicks the tip of his cock with her tongue, her expression mischievous. “How are you going to paint while I’m sucking your cock, Orpheus?” She strokes him a few times and then runs her lips down his length. “Maybe next time we take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

I’m not normally one to fuck with dirty pictures, but I can’t deny the power of her statement and the visual she suggests. “Yeah, let’s do that. Next time.” For tonight, I’m tired of waiting. “Orpheus, get the lube.” I catch Eurydice under her arms, lifting her easily and tossing her onto the bed. I’m on her before her body finishes bouncing, covering her and pouring all my need and frustration into a kiss.

The bed dips as Orpheus crawls to us, the lube in one hand. I roll onto my back with Eurydice on top of me. She plants one hand on my chest and sits up a little bit to look between us. “Before you ask me, the answer is yes. I want you both. At the same time.”

I chuckle. “So greedy, baby. You don’t know what I was going to offer.”

She pricks my chest with her nails, but her eyes are alight with mischief. “Oh? You weren’t going to tell Orpheus to take my ass while you work your big cock into my pussy? Silly me.”

I tighten my grip on her thighs. “Playing with fire.”

“Neither of you will let it burn me.” She leans down until her breasts press against my chest and looks over her shoulder Orpheus. “Take my ass, Orpheus. Please.”

She relaxes against me. I don’t have to see to know what he’s doing behind her. The evidence is there in the way she writhes and kisses me harder as he works his cock into her ass. In his hitched breathing and the slow shift of her body against mine. He’s being careful with her, as he should.

I kiss my way along her jaw to her shoulder, and she buries her face in my neck. Only then can I see him, see evidence of his strain, the muscle standing out on his body and his face a mask of concentration. “That’s right, Orpheus. Be a good boy and go slow. Make sure she’s taken care of.”

“I am,” he grinds out. Seconds tick by as he moves in small increments until he’s fully seated inside her. “There.”

Now it’s my turn. I have to help him shift her back so he can band one arm over her ribs and keep her in place. The picture they present is one I want tattooed on my brain. Both of them are so turned on that they’re panting, her pussy swollen and wet and needy…and empty.

I drag a single finger through her folds. “You like anal, baby?” I circle her clit with my finger.

She jerks a little and moans. “Sometimes. Definitely yes right now. Please, Charon. I need your cock too. We both do.”

I already knew that I could deny my woman nothing, but the compound need of the two of them is overwhelming in the best way possible. I stroke my cock once and then shift down so I can press to her entrance. It was a tight fit before, but with Orpheus taking up so much space, I can barely get inside her.

Somehow, that’s even hotter.

I drag them down my cock slowly, gritting my teeth to maintain control. It feels too fucking good. I see my struggle reflected in Orpheus’s face. Neither of us are going to last too long like this. Which means we need to get her there first. “Her clit, Orpheus.”

He reaches around to stroke her clit as I finally seat myself fully inside her. In our current position, full strokes would be a bit of a challenge, but I don’t need that range of motion to get her there. To get any of us there.

Instead, I rock her on my cock, grinding her onto both of us. It’s the tiniest of motions, but her pussy clamps around me like a vice. Eurydice leans back against Orpheus’s shoulder. The trust she gives us, letting us play with her body, knowing we’ll make her come harder than she’s ever come before…

It goes straight to my head.

Eurydice cries out and then it’s too late. In her current position she can’t move so we have to do it for her. We pulse her on our cocks and Orpheus never stops stroking her clit, working her up to the pinnacle and then taking her over the edge again and again and again. It’s only when she goes boneless that I lose control and give in to the pleasure gathering deep inside me. I pound up into her as much as I’m able to and come so hard that I see stars.

Eurydice slumps onto my chest, and I hold her close as I watch Orpheus carefully fuck her ass. He pulls out at the last second and comes all over her back. And then he meets my gaze, looking just as shell-shocked as I feel. I move on instinct. I reach up, hook the back of his neck, and pull him down for a devastating kiss.

He sinks into it but draws away after only a few seconds with a breathless laugh. “You better stop kissing me like that unless you want to go again.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to say that’s exactly what I want. Because it is. I’ve barely scratched the surface of my desire for these two. We could spend days—weeks, months, fucking years—in bed together, and it wouldn’t be enough.

Unfortunately, that’s not an option right now. With all the danger circling, I need to be at the top of my game, which means sleep. For all of us. I kiss Orpheus one last time and then press a kiss to Eurydice’s temple. “We need a shower and then sleep.” I hold Orpheus’s gaze. “All of us in my room tonight, unless you have an objection to that.”

His smile goes soft and sweet. “No objection. No objection at all.”