Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
A shudder works its way through Orpheus. He turns his face and presses a kiss to my thigh. It’s a light touch, almost seeming accidental, but it shoots a trail of need straight to my pussy. He might have been a selfish lover in any number of ways, but he loved eating me out, and somewhere there’s a series of small paintings of my pussy that he’s promised never to share with anyone.
One promise he’s actually kept.
He sits back carefully and presses his hands to his thighs. “I’ll watch.”
Oh gods, this is actually happening.
I sit quietly, my hand still buried in Orpheus’s hair, as I watch Charon clear the table. He doesn’t rush. I always knew he had a bit of a sadistic streak, but watching it play out in real time fucks with my head in the most delicious way possible. Because I know what’s coming. I still ache from receiving it last night.
Just when I think I can stand it no longer, he takes the seat at the head of the table. Charon taps the wood in front of him, a clear, if silent, command. I don’t rush to obey, but I waste no time nudging Orpheus aside and pushing to my feet. I don’t look back to ensure my ex is watching me—I know he is.
I carefully perch on the table in front of Charon and spread my thighs. I didn’t bother with panties this morning, mostly because I don’t have anything clean to wear. It didn’t occur to me that I might need to leave clothes here. Something I’ll have to take into consideration for the future.
But then, I really like wearing Charon’s clothes.
When he doesn’t react, I set my feet on the arms of his chair, which spreads my thighs wider yet, and tug the hem of his shirt up to bare my pussy.
“Impatient,” he murmurs.
He’s teasing me, but I’m so turned on that I’m practically shaking. I bite my bottom lip and glance at Orpheus, who watches us with a rapt expression on his face. I’ve never seen him look like that before. I thought he was just going through the motions of submission in order to pay his penance, but that’s obviously not the case.
This is doing something for him, the same way it’s doing something for me. I might laugh if I had the space for breath. All that time together, all those shared orgasms, and somehow we never got to the core of need that we exposed in a few short minutes of arguing in Charon’s kitchen.
“You asked if I wanted help with that. If you’re not going to do it, then I suppose I’ll have to do it myself.” I start to reach between my thighs, but Charon catches my wrist.
“Oh no, you don’t.” He guides my hand back to the table on the outside of my hip. “You rushed me last night. You owe me, baby. Let me take my time.”
“Are you trying to make me beg?” I’ll do it. I won’t even hesitate. I need him too badly to play more games right now, even if part of me enjoys the games immensely.
“Another time.” He presses his fingers to the insides of my knees and urges my thighs wider yet. I’m so exposed that I can feel my pussy gaping. It makes me want to cover myself and give him more of a show, all at the same time. The feeling only gets stronger when Charon trails his fingers up my inner thighs. It’s a light touch, meant to tease, and I get so wet that I’m afraid I’m leaving a puddle on the table.
Charon scoots his chair back, just a little, and bends down to cover my pussy with his mouth. It happens so fast that I don’t even stop to think. My gaze flies to Orpheus. He’s watching Charon eat me out as if he’s been wandering for months in the desert and happened upon an oasis…only to find it’s surrounded by an insurmountable fence.
Charon drags his tongue up my center, finding my clit and giving it the same back-and-forth motion that I love so much. Suddenly, I’m not thinking about Orpheus at all. I dig my fingers into Charon’s hair and moan as he feasts on me.
Because he is feasting. I may be on the verge of coming, but he goes after my pussy like it’s his favorite delicacy and he might never get a chance to taste it again. Even as I tell myself to hold still, I can’t help digging my heels into the arms of his chair and lifting my hips to meet his tongue.
“Charon.” Oh fuck, I’m going to come. It’s happening too fast. I want this to be drawn out. A deep dark part of me wanted him to tease me until I really did beg. It’s too late for that now. I orgasm so hard that I cry out, moaning his name as I grind myself against his mouth.