Page 8 of Learn My Lesson
I turn and drape one leg over his hip. He dwarfs me, and his big hand settling on my hip makes me feel almost dainty. It would be the easiest thing in the world for him to dominate me physically, but he has this unsure look on his pretty face, as if he’s a puppy expecting to be kicked. And not in a fun way. I run my hands up his chest and cup his face. “Hercules, you followed orders beautifully.”
Something in him relaxes at that and he pulls me closer, though it almost feels like I’m a teddy bear that he’s using for comfort, rather than the woman he just fucked hard and dirty. I don’t mind. Aftercare is part of the process, even if it was an almost-vanilla scene. I let him cuddle me and allow myself to enjoy this moment for what it is.
A beautiful man just made me come and now is looking to me for comfort. No games on his part. No walls. The sheer simplicity of it soothes me in a way I couldn’t anticipate. I stroke my hand down his arm. “No regrets?”
“No regrets,” he breathes. “I just kind of can’t believe this happened.”
I laugh and arch against him, feeling more relaxed than I have been in ages. “Oh, it happened. And it was good.”
“Meg,” he says slowly.
“Yes?”
He reaches between us and drags his hand down the center of my body. “I could call you a car.” He traces me with a blunt finger, pushing inside and dragging my wetness up around my clit.
“You could.” I’m practically quivering as he does that move again. It’s nowhere near enough to get me anywhere close to orgasm, but it feels good. So freaking good.
“Or…” He licks my ear in almost the exact same spot Hades did earlier tonight. “Or I could eat your pussy again. You stopped me before I was finished with you.”?2
I shouldn’t… Then again, I shouldn’t do a lot of things I really enjoy doing. “That’s quite the decision to make.” I roll onto my back, taking him with me. “I suppose it’s a reasonable request, considering how well you obeyed me when I told you to fuck me hard.”
“Totally reasonable.” He urges me high on the couch so I’m sitting and he’s stretched out between my spread thighs. He gives me a wicked grin that has butterflies with razor-sharp wings erupting in my stomach. “I like you, Meg.”
“I like you too, Hercules.” It’s the truth. I can’t resist sifting my fingers through his light hair as he dips down and gives my pussy an open-mouthed kiss. I can’t get enough of the sight of the sheer bliss on his face as he explores me with his tongue. Now that we’ve both taken the edge off, he’s got a little better control, but it couldn’t be clearer that he’s thoroughly enjoying himself. Pleasure winds through me, and I tug on his hair to guide him back to my clit. “Make me come again.”
This time, he doesn’t tease. He follows my order fucking beautifully, working my clit skillfully as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. He doesn’t slow down; he doesn’t stop, simply goes after me with a single-minded determination I might find frightening if my pleasure wasn’t his aim.
I can’t keep a moan internal. “Yes, Hercules. Just like that.”
Movement out of the corner of my eye has me lifting my head, but Hercules is too wrapped up in licking my pussy to notice Hades walking into the room. Only the heat in Hades’s eyes gives away how affected he is by this, but I can’t begin to say if it’s fury or desire—or some combination of both.
I open my mouth, but he shakes his head. He simply gives a small smile and mouths a single word: Come.
Just like that, the spell is broken. I begin to move again, grinding against Hercules’s mouth as Hades looks on, held helpless by my Sir’s gaze. My orgasm hits me with the strength of a freight train, a thousand times stronger than the one when it was just Hercules and me. It bows my back and draws a scream from my lips. The entire world goes fuzzy.
Not fuzzy enough to prevent me from hearing Hades say in his mildest voice, “And what do we have here?”
1 Sex plays a vital part of character development and arcs, and this is a perfect example of it. Meg isn’t acting like herself, isn’t in the rut she’s fallen into, and she’s loving every second of it.
2 Hercules is a very carefully balanced character. Meg and Hades are so intense and calculated that I didn’t want it to feel like Hercules was too innocent and being victimized. He’s got a hero complex a mile wide, but he’s also got a bit of a wicked streak, even if it looks different than most other characters in this series.
HADES
I do so love it when a plan comes together.
The joy is downright orgasmic as I watch this boy scramble to cover Meg and himself at the same time. As if I haven’t seen her in every stage of undress, in every moment of unbecoming. As if she isn’t mine the same way my right hand is mine, an extension of myself.
Even though I know better, I allow myself to drink in the sight of them together. I could have waited longer to interrupt, but Meg had her instructions, and she let things get away from her; she always did have a sentimental streak. It’s her one downfall, and I’m only too happy to exploit it for our mutual benefit.
And what a benefit.
Hercules is perfectly made. Part of me wishes I didn’t notice that, didn’t react to it, but denying myself is never something I bothered to learn how to do. He’s all golden muscles and golden hair and a righteous indignity I will take great joy in snapping into pieces at the first opportunity.
“What are you doing here?” He’s managed to find a shirt to ball up over his cock, but it acts more as a tease than anything else. I’ve already seen it in all its glory, after all.
I raise my eyebrows. “I’m claiming what’s mine.” I meet Meg’s gaze. Just as I expected, even with the interruption, she’s loose and relaxed in a way she hasn’t been in a significant amount of time. It confirms what I already knew. Hercules is a bridge and he will serve his purpose well.?1
But only if I trigger the proper pressure points. I snap my fingers and point to a spot next to me. “Come, Meg.”
