There are a dozen reasons why this is a bad idea, but I don’t give a fuck. “Where’s the lube?”
Aphrodite gives a breathless laugh. “Right to the point. I can appreciate that.” She waves a shaking hand at her nightstand. “There.”
I climb off the bed and take the opportunity to shuck off my pants. The lube is exactly where she promised, some fancy shit in a glass bottle. Nothing but the best for my wife. I motion at them. “Turn over, Wife.”
She hesitates, but I’m not in the mood for it. We’ve established our roles tonight, and they need me here to drag them along with me. I wedge a hand under her hip and flip her over to face Adonis. She curses, but I’m already climbing onto the bed and taking up a position behind her. I thrust the lube bottle into her hand. “Adonis’s cock is looking lonely.”
“You are such an asshole.”
“And you’re stalling.” I lean close and nip her earlobe. “If you don’t want to fuck him, then I’ll do it and you can sit there and watch.”
As I suspected, that gets her moving. She squirts some lube onto her palm and reaches down to coat his length. I like the look of her hand around his thick cock. Almost as much as I like my hand around his wide length. When he shines with lube, I nip her ear again. “Now mine.”
This time, she doesn’t argue. She reaches back and strokes my cock. The lube makes her hand slippery, but the little witch doesn’t miss the opportunity to skate her nails along the underside of my length.
I hiss out a breath. “Be nice or you don’t get either cock.”
“You be nice or I might forget myself and bite off something important.”
I grin against her skin. That’s my witch of a wife. I catch her thigh and pull her leg up and out. “You know what to do.”
She doesn’t hesitate to press my cock to her entrance. With the lube and her being so fucking wet, I slide right in. Pleasure makes my brain short out, but I muscle my response back. As good as this feels, it’s about to feel better. I work into her in short strokes until I’m sheathed to the hilt.
“Fuck, that’s good.” She presses back against me, soft and sweet.
“Now Adonis.”
They both jolt, but I damn well know they both want this as much as I do. I squeeze her thigh. “It’s going to feel even fucking better to have him stretching you, too. Fucking you.”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I have to shift a bit to be able to see her take his cock as he moves into position, but I sure as shit feel it when his broad head brushes the base of my cock. They both make a frustrated sound when he slides right off us.
I know it doesn’t mean they need me. Not in any real way. That doesn’t change the fact that I feel needed right now.
I’m not prepared for the sheer wave of emotion that washes over me in response to that realization.
So I shelve it.
I’ll deal with it later.
Right now, I have two of the most beautiful, infuriating people I’ve ever met in my bed and I need to drive them out of their busy minds.
I grab my wife around the waist and tip onto my back, taking her with me. It takes a second to get situated, but I catch her other thigh and hold her legs open. “Now, Adonis. Fuck us properly.”
25
ADONIS
I don’t know how I got to this place, but I never want this fever dream to pass. Surely it’s a dream. I can’t possibly be kneeling between Theseus’s thighs, looking down to where his big cock spreads Eris’s pussy. His balls hang thick and heavy, and I can’t help reaching down and cupping them with one hand and pressing the other to her lower stomach so I can brush her clit with my thumb.
She moans and he growls. He glares up at me with those dark eyes. “You’re stalling.”
Maybe I am. I know this is only sex, but it feels like making a promise I’m not sure I’ll survive. Eris almost broke me when she left me. If I taste the possibility of both of them together, I don’t know if I’ll have a heart left to break.
We’ve gone too far to go back now. The time to protect myself was back in the kitchen. Instead, I went to my knees before them.
Fitting that I’m on my knees now, too.
I’ve never been religious, but as I press my cock against Theseus’s and start to work into Eris’s pussy, I think their bodies might be an altar I could spend a lifetime worshipping at.
Or a lifetime mourning the loss of.
As promised, the fit is tight. Almost too tight. Sweat glistens on my skin and I’m shaking, and I barely have the head of my cock inside her.
Eris is breathing in gasps, her breasts shaking with each inhale. Each exhale is a quiet, “Fuck.”
I thrust a little, sinking deeper. The lube has made our cocks slick, and being pressed so tightly to Theseus’s length is enough to have me fighting not to lose control.
“That’s right.” Theseus’s voice is low and almost unintelligible. “Keep going.”
I brace my hands on either side of their hips and stare at the spot where I’m sinking slowing into her pussy. Feeding her—feeding them—one slow inch at a time. Theseus’s fingers pulse on her thighs and he makes one of those delicious growls again. “Deeper.”
“Working on it,” I manage.
“Deeper.”
“Oh fuck.” Eris shakes around us. “Oh shit, I think I’m going to come.”
“Then come, Wife.”
Every time he calls her wife, a tremor goes through me. I can’t begin to say if it’s pleasure or pain. Perhaps it’s a little bit of both. I sink the rest of the way into her with a moan. Theseus doesn’t give me a chance to get accustomed to the sensation. He grabs my throat and drags me closer.
Eris’s hands find my back even as Theseus takes my mouth. It feels good to be held by them. Too good. Devastatingly good. I try to hold still, but it’s as if all the pent-up emotions of the last few weeks have reached a boiling point.
I can’t stop.
I don’t even try.
I withdraw slowly, earning a muttered curse from Theseus, and then begin a slow thrust. Fucking him. Fucking her. Fucking both of them.
Eris buries her face in my throat. Her body goes tight, and it’s the only warning I get before she’s coming. She shudders and shakes between us. Each breath sobs from her lips against my skin. I don’t mean to meet Theseus’s gaze over her head, but it happens all the same.
The look on his face. I don’t know how to describe it. Fierce and almost angry, and yet somehow tender at the same time. He releases her thighs and guides her to wrap her legs around my waist. The new position shifts us inside her, and Eris cries out. “Too much. Gods, I think I’m—”
I kiss her. I swallow her words and her cries, wishing I could drink down her fear and relieve her of it entirely. I know better. It will still be there tomorrow when passions have cooled and the real world calls.
Despite my best efforts, this orgasm pulls me over the edge. I moan as I come, thrusting into her harder, my cock dragging against Theseus’s. It feels like they drain every bit of seed out of me. I’m shaking and weak, unable to do anything but pant against Eris’s lips. She’s not much better, her legs loose around my waist and her fingertips gentle on my back.
“Not done yet,” Theseus growls.
I don’t know how he manages to flip us without dislodging anyone. It shouldn’t be possible, but a lot of things shouldn’t be possible when it comes to Theseus. He presses a hand to the small of Eris’s back, pressing us even tighter together.
Then he starts moving.
I’m so sensitive from coming that I cry out as his cock slides against mine. It’s too much. “I—”
“Be a good boy and take it,” he growls.
Good boy.
Those words feel like he reaches right into my chest and strums my very soul. With a single sentence, he propels me from being too sensitive to take what he’s giving to needing him to never stop. “Theseus.”