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.