Page 51 of Learn My Lesson
I kiss Meg. It seems only right after her agreement. She barely lets me sink into the taste of her when she pushes me back to the bed. “Hades?”
“Mmmm?”
She lightly rakes her nails down my chest, but her attention is on him where he reclines next to us. “Thank you for my gift.”
“Anything for you, love.” He gives Meg’s hair a tiny tug and she leans in to accept his mouth.
Every single time they’re together, touching, kissing, coming, I can barely breathe past the perfection of it. This time is no different. When Hades finally leans back and glances at me, his satisfaction rolls off him in a wave. “Voyeur.”
Meg twists to look at me. She takes in my body, my obvious desire, in a single sweep. “Oh, Hercules, we’re going to have such fun with you.” For once, she doesn’t seem tormented or angry. She’s grinning at me like I’ve gifted her the perfect present. Like I am the perfect present. Which I suppose is exactly what I am.
She kisses my jaw, neatly avoiding my mouth even as I turn to take hers, and moves down my body with an intention that has my cock going so hard I get a little lightheaded. Hades takes my mouth even as Meg sucks my cock down, fighting against my length to seal her lips to the base of me. I groan and Hades swallows the sound, kissing me deeper. Claiming me. They overwhelm me, sensations bleeding into one another until there’s no room for anything but the way she drags her tongue up the underside of my cock like she’s licking her favorite ice cream or the way he grips my throat and urges my jaw to a different angle to allow him better access.
Theirs. I am theirs. And they are mine.
I find Meg’s hair with one hand. I don’t guide her. I’m simply hanging on for dear life. I run my other hand down Hades’s chest to grip his cock. He chuckles against my mouth. The sound vibrates through me. He lifts his head. “Slow.” For a second, I think he’s talking to me, until he reaches down and drags Meg off me. She makes a protesting sound, but Hades is having none of it. He pushes her down onto the bed next to me and uses a hold on my throat to guide me to her mouth.
Kissing Hades feels like being thrown into a hurricane—wild and free and a little terrifying. With Meg, it’s sinking into a pool of cool water. I want to stay here forever, to take every bit of her, to kiss her until it doesn’t matter where she ends or I begin because we are one. I tangle my fingers in her hair and give myself over to this. I’m only vaguely aware of Hades moving down her body, but when she moans, I can’t help but look.
Hades is always so controlled and restrained. It’s sexy as fuck. I won’t even lie and pretend it’s not. But he doesn’t look controlled or restrained right now. He holds Meg in place with a hand spread across her lower stomach and he’s going after her pussy like he’ll never get another chance to taste her again. Like he craves her coming on his face the same way he craves his next breath. He’s fucking lost for her.?1
In that moment, I know the truth. I’ve fallen for him. I’ve fucking fallen for both of them. No matter how little sense it makes. It’s the truth and not one I’m willing to fight.
I palm Meg’s breasts and nip her bottom lip. “Come all over his face.”
“Dirty boy.” She starts to reach for Hades, but I grab her wrists on instinct and guide them over her head. The scene makes me dizzy with desire. Both my hands and Hades’s holding her down. Keeping her in place until he’s done with her. Until we both are. I glance down to find Hades watching me.
He drags the flat of his tongue over her clit. “You know what to do.”
I guess I do. I climb up onto my knees, letting my weight press Meg’s wrists more firmly against the mattress. She moans and shoves against me, but not like she wants to get away. More like she enjoys knowing she can’t. I shift to grip both her wrists in one hand and use my other to stroke my cock. “Do you want a taste?”
She blinks hazy blue eyes at me. “Should have known you’d pick up some of Hades’s bossiness just by proximity.”
“He asked you a question, love.”
She lifts her head to glare down at Hades, but he pushes two fingers into her and it bows her back. “Damn it, yes, I want a taste.”
It takes me a second to find the right angle to allow me to guide my cock into her mouth. In her position, she can’t do more than take what I give her, and I have to fight not to come just from that knowledge alone. Meg sucks me down eagerly, fighting my hold as if I’m not going fast enough for her.
“Harder.” Hades’s sharp command lashes me. “Fuck her mouth, little Hercules. She can take it.” He gives her another long lick that has her moaning around my cock. “You know what to do if you get overwhelmed, love.” He must sense my question because he elaborates. “She will tap with her foot and I will tell you to stop. Don’t hold back.” Hades gives me a slow grin. “I’m not going to when I fuck your ass later.”
My balls draw up and I curse softly.
I begin fucking Meg’s mouth. I trust her to communicate if it’s too much, and I trust Hades to tell me if she does. I find the right angle that will allow me deep. The way she relaxes to give me full access is so fucking hot, I can barely stand it. I experiment with long strokes and finally find a rhythm that works, fucking her just as Hades told me to. Just like I want to.
I want it to last forever. This control, this pleasure, this moment of pure understanding. In the end, I am only human. Pleasure and pressure and a tiny bit of pain overwhelm me. I curse. “I’m going to come.”
“Down her throat.”
Hades’s words drive me on, pumping into her mouth as my balls draw up and I orgasm. She drinks me down without hesitation and gives me another few pulls as if she can’t get enough. That makes two of us. Three of us. I finally withdraw, but I don’t release her. Not yet. Instead, I twist to watch Hades finish her. He must have been teasing her this whole time, bringing her to the edge without letting her cross the threshold. He stops teasing now. He goes after her with the kind of intention that would be terrifying in a different situation. With Meg’s pleasure his focus, it’s sexy. In an enemy searching for weakness? Less so.
He’s not my enemy. Not anymore. Right?
Meg comes with a cry and a shudder that nearly dislodges my grip on her wrists. She’s beautiful all the time, but when she orgasms, it’s like the walls falling away. She’s unguarded for a few precious seconds. I love those moments. I’m learning to crave them.
Hades moves up her body and kisses her. He cups her pussy possessively, but it seems the contact is meant more as grounding than to send her flying to new heights. I reach out a tentative hand and run my fingers down his back as he brushes soft kisses against Meg’s lips. It still feels surreal that I’m allowed to touch him just because I want to. And, fuck, do I want to.
He finally lifts his head enough to say. “You’re mine, love. And I’m yours.” He turns those dark eyes my way and Meg follows the movement. “And little Hercules is ours.”
