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.”
“That’s right. I’m giving this to you right now. To both of you.” He doesn’t pick up his pace. He just keeps up that devastatingly thorough stroke that seems to go on forever.
Eris’s hands find my face and then she takes my mouth again. We’re the only two sailors in a storm of Theseus’s making. It ends when he says it does, and I’m not certain we’ll survive the pleasure he continues to deal. If tonight doesn’t ruin us, then whatever the morning brings will.
My heartbreak.
Our consequences.
He thrusts deep and comes with a curse. It feels so good, I can’t help thrusting again, which makes him thrust and Eris writhe, and it’s as if we’re stuck in a loop. We keep moving until he finally drags himself from us and pulls her off my cock.
They collapse half on top of me. Eris snuggles her face against my throat, little tremors still racking her body. Or maybe I’m the one who’s shaking. I’m not entirely sure.
Theseus catches my hand and presses my knuckles to his lips. “You did well.”
His praise warms me. I’m too tired to worry about the fact that I shouldn’t trust this man. It doesn’t matter. Not now. Maybe not ever. I care about him more than I could have anticipated.
Eris shifts against me, and I look down at her. Theseus isn’t the only one in this bed I care about. I love her. No matter how we hurt each other, I don’t know that I will ever stop loving her. I gather her closer with my free arm and she smiles against my skin. “That’s one way to comfort someone.”
“It worked, didn’t it?” Theseus is still a little breathless, his voice rough and tired.
“Yes.” She sounds half-asleep. As I watch, her blinks become longer. Within a few minutes, her breathing evens out and the last of the tension melts from her body.
I wait a few beats more. I’m not sure if I’m stalling or if I really can’t believe she fell asleep that fast. Even after hours of sex, it usually takes her longer to wind down enough to let sleep take her.
Theseus shifts behind her, and I reluctantly look up to meet his gaze. Nothing about tonight has gone like I expected, but I can’t deny that it was exactly what Eris needed.
What I needed.
“Thank you,” I say softly. “I know I wasn’t gracious about it initially, but thank you for being there for her. This morning and tonight.”
He seems like he might want to bolt, but finally sighs and relaxes against her back. When he speaks, he keeps his voice just as quiet as mine. “I thought she had things under control today or I would have called you sooner.”