Page 43 of Learn My Lesson
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.”?1 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.
“Greedy boy.” Hades’s voice in my ear is more tempting than the devil himself. “Give him what he wants, love. He’s more than earned it.”
I’m not done, though. I look at him. “I want her to ride my cock. I want you to make her come.”
His lifts his brows, but he doesn’t give me a window to his soul the same way Meg does. Hades is an enigma. That’s fine. He can keep his thoughts to himself. This isn’t about him. It’s about her. Finally, he nods. “As I said, you’ve more than earned us honoring such a pleasurable request.”
Meg finally nods. “Okay. Lie down on the couch. Arms behind your back and clasp your elbows.”
I obey and we all shift to accommodate. The new position arches my back and ensures I can’t touch her. A perfect kind of agony. She moves to straddle me and Hades follows suit, straddling my thighs directly at Meg’s back. Holy shit, I didn’t think this through. It’s one thing to be between them, overwhelmed by the sensations of them fucking me. It’s entirely another to have Meg sinking onto my aching cock and Hades’s fully clothed form behind her, both of them watching my face, both of them predatory in the most delicious way possible.
Meg leans forward and presses her palms to my sensitive nipples as she rolls her hips, fucking me slowly in an entirely different way than she was not too long ago. Hades mirrors her movements, cupping her breasts and playing his long fingers along her nipples. “You did good work, love.” He’s not talking to me, not with his lips pressed to the spot behind her ear, not with her eyes sliding closed even as he shifts one hand down the center of her body to stroke her clit. It’s as if I’m not here, as if my cock is just as much a toy as the ones in the chest behind his desk. It should infuriate me, but it’s just as agonizingly sexy as everything else we’ve done tonight.
Use me. I don’t say the worlds aloud. I don’t want to break the spell that the three of us have woven tonight. If that requires my silence to begin to repair the harm done, to ensure that this is Meg’s night, then I’m more than happy to oblige.
“I know,” she breathes and her hands fall away from my chest. She sounds like a different person, some of her dominance bleeding away as she leans back against him, still grinding down on my cock. Fuck, but they’re beautiful together. The brightest star and the darkest night, both made better by the presence of the other.
If only they realized it.?2
“Take him deeper.” Hades urges her to slam down harder on my cock. Meg moans and lets her head fall back on Hades’s shoulder. He keeps up those low words, winding her pleasure tighter and tighter around us. “Just like that. Such a pretty cock he has, don’t you think?”
“Yes.”
“I picked him just for you. Hercules and his pretty cock.” He meets my gaze as he says it, and we have a moment of perfect understanding. Anything for her. We may go about it in different ways—we will always go about it in different ways—but the goal is still the same. Meg’s pleasure. Her happiness. I don’t fool myself into thinking it’s Hades’s only goal. He’s admitted as much that it’s not. But he loves her, no matter how strange their relationship is to me.
Not as strange as it used to seem. I can see the lines of it now, am beginning to understand exactly what it is they offer each other. Just like I can see the gaps neither one of them are capable of filling. I don’t even know if they realize the lack. They must, at least on some level, or I wouldn’t be here in this position, acting the part of their third. I could fill those gaps for them, I could be the softness to their jagged edges.
Hades nods once as if I’ve made the offer aloud. He takes Meg’s hands and guides them behind her back, mirroring the same position I’m in. “Use his cock, love. Take exactly what you need.” He resumes stroking her clit, a possessive touch that conveys the truth. My cock might be hers, but he owns everyone in this room.
Meg’s strokes lose their smooth rhythm, and Hades is there with his free hand, gripping her hips and forcing her to keep up the motion that will send her over the edge. I’m close behind, every muscle in my body coiling tighter and tighter as I fight off orgasm. She has to come first. She has to.
Hades ensures it happens. He presses hard on her piercing and her pussy clenches so tightly around my cock that I curse. I forget myself, forget my orders. I grab her hips and drive into her again and again, chasing my own pleasure as she milks my cock with wave after wave of orgasm. I slump back onto the couch, a boneless mess, and Meg does the same against Hades. He presses a kiss to her neck and strokes her stomach, her breasts, her arms, before shifting to give me a similar treatment. That little touch grounds me when I didn’t even realize I was floating. Hades carefully eases Meg down onto my chest and presses a soft kiss to my mouth that I’m too dazed to return. “Don’t move.”
