I can’t remember the last time I was on my knees, truly on my knees. But for this woman and this man, in this moment? I sink slowly down and take Hercules’s cock into my mouth. They’re merged here as well, her taste and his. I take my time, exploring his length with my mouth as I watch Meg expertly fasten the clamps to his nipples. When he’s bent over, the chain will weigh on both nipples and cock, creating a pleasure-pain crescendo.
Meg gives Hercules a quick kiss and I suck him hard, earning a groan from him. It’s enough for now. I move back to sit on the couch, already knowing where Meg is headed with this. She lifts her head and gives Hercules a surprisingly sweet smile. “I’m going to fuck your ass.”
His breath does that delicious catch again. “Okay.”
“And while I do…” Her smile turned in my direction gains teeth and a little bit of meanness. “You’re going to suck Hades’s cock. When he comes, I stop.” She reaches up and drags her thumb over his bottom lip. “So it’s up to you how long this lasts.”
Evil woman.
I love her.
Chapter Nineteen
Hercules
I end up kneeling between Hades’s legs as Meg takes up a position behind me. She smooths her hands over my skin as if soothing a startled animal. I could tell her it’s not necessary, but I can’t stop shaking. The clamps on my nipples don’t exactly hurt, but the strange sensation is so acute, it would consume me if I didn’t have a ring clamped around my cock. I realize I’m clutching Hades’s thighs and try to relax my grasp. It doesn’t work.
“We’re going to do this slow.” She squeezes my ass. “Once we’re good, you start sucking Hades off and the clock begins. If you need to stop for any reason, tap out.” She leans over me and smacks the cushion next to Hades, demonstrating. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I manage.
This scene feels different than the last one. Markedly different. Hades is still here, still dominating, but having Meg step more fully into that role? It feels like puzzle pieces have clicked together in a way I wasn’t prepared for. It’s right.
She presses an open-mouthed kiss to the back of my neck. “Try to relax.”
Hades’s chuckle makes me look up. He’s got that amused mask on, but it can’t cloak the heat in his dark eyes as he watches us. “He’s too eager to relax, love. Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying it.”
She gives a little laugh of her own, dark and decadent like the best kind of expensive wine. “Guilty.” Then the weight of her is gone from me back. I hear a bottle being uncapped and she spreads lube down my ass crack and gently pushes a finger into me. The sensation makes me inhale sharply. I’ve done ass play before and plenty of it, but this feels different. Everything about this is different.
As Meg fingers my ass, Hades sifts his fingers through my hair. “Relax,” he murmurs. “Let her do the work.” He guides my head to his thigh, letting me rest there. It’s impossible to miss his hard cock pressing against the front of his slacks, but he seems content to ignore it. I close my eyes and focus on breathing as Meg removes her fingers and the cool head of the strap-on cock nudges my entrance. She eases into me a little at a time, one hand constantly stroking my hips, my back, and my ass. Hades continues to sift his fingers through my hair, doing his own kind of soothing. It’s…weirdly nice. In this moment, I feel like I’m the center of their worlds—or at least their formidable attention.
When Meg’s stopped her forward slide, when I’m filled completely, she gives a happy little sigh. “There we go.”
I open my eyes to find Hades watching me with an indulgent expression. “We’ve barely gotten started, little Hercules.”
I know that. Of course I know that. Meg squeezes my hip. “Good?”
It takes me two tries to find my voice. When I speak, I’m hoarse. “I’m good.”
“Remember, tap out if you need to.” She gives me one last squeeze and a snap creeps into her voice. “Now, be a good boy and suck Hades’s cock.”
I lift myself up enough that I have plenty of room to undo his slacks and pull out his cock. It’s the first time I’ve seen him, and, fuck, he’s perfect. My mouth waters at the sight and I lick my lips. Hades has his hand in my hair again, urging me up a bit so I can take him easily into my mouth. His barely audible exhale as I suck him down makes everything go hot and tight. I try to focus on technique, to… I don’t even know. My intentions last only as long as it takes Meg to withdraw almost fully and then begin to fuck my ass. The growing pressure in my cock and nipples… The penetration filling me an obscene amount… Again and again I take him deep, until some piece of my mind clicks off and I relax fully into everything they’re doing to me.
They break me down to a baser version of myself, someone more animal than human. I suck Hades’s cock with everything I have, giving myself over to the feel of him filling my throat as Meg fills my ass. I could come from this sensation alone, except the cock ring ensures that I won’t be able to. I want this to last forever, to go on into time unknowable, but we are only human and the human body can only contain so much pleasure.
Hades’s hands tighten in my hair and it’s the only warning I get before he’s coming, pumping down my throat in long strokes, the salty taste of him lingering on the back of my tongue. I keep sucking him, not wanting this to end, but he gently pulls me off his cock. “That’s enough, little Hercules.” His voice has gained a ragged edge, and I soak up the change just as much as I soak up the feeling of him smoothing his thumbs along my cheekbones, wiping away the tears I hadn’t realized I shed.
Meg eases out of my ass. I’m vaguely aware of her cleaning us up, but now that they’ve stopped fucking me, all I can think about is my throbbing cock and nipples. I shift and the soft sound of the chain feels unnaturally loud in the room. They guide me to the couch and I realize that the strap-on is gone. Meg shares a look with Hades where he sits next to me, and together they begin removing the clamps and cock ring. Hades undoes the first clamp and the instant relief barely lasts a breath. Pain lances me and I curse as my back bows, my body trying to escape something that there’s no escaping. He soothes the pain with his mouth, but my senses can’t decide if it helps or makes things worse. Before I can figure it out, Hades repeats the process with my other nipple.
I’m so focused on his mouth, I don’t even notice Meg carefully removing the cock ring until she sucks me down. “Fuck,” I grit out.
“Relax,” Hades murmurs, as if that’s even in the realm of possibilities. “Let her reward you.”
“Wait,” I manage.
Neither of them stop. Of course they don’t. I didn’t say my safe word. I have no fucking intention of saying it either, but even through my haze of pleasure, I can tell this isn’t quite right. “Meg.” I can’t quite catch my breath. “Ride my cock. Please.”
She slowly lifts her head. Even through the scene, I can see the strange vulnerability in her eyes. Tonight hasn’t quite fixed the missteps Hades and I have made along the way. Some wounds have to be healed with words and actions, not just fucking. I don’t care. I hurt her, and the desire to make things right overpowers everything else. “Please,” I repeat.