Page 53 of Learn My Lesson
I kiss her in response. Truly, it’s the only thing that makes sense. She’s so fucking warm and soft beneath me, and she wraps her legs around my waist, opening herself completely. It’s the easiest thing in the world to draw back enough to angle into her. I lace my fingers through hers and guide her hands to the mattress on either side of her head. Her pale skin is flushed and her lips are swollen from our kisses…and from my fucking her mouth. The memory rolls over me, and I have to stop moving and close my eyes for a moment, fighting for control.
“Problem?” Hades’s casual question sounds behind me. I have a feeling that if I lose control, he’ll punish me, and while that might be fun in a different situation, this moment means too much to derail.
“No,” I grit out. “No problem.”?3
“Mmm.” The mattress shifts as he climbs back onto it. I don’t need to look back to know that he’s moving to the spot directly behind me. I can feel him there. He runs his hands down my back and carefully uncrosses Meg’s legs and guides them wide, giving him plenty of space to work with. “She feels good, doesn’t she? Tight and wet and made just for you.”
“For us.”
His chuckle rolls down my spine. “Yes, little Hercules. For us.” He kisses the back of my neck, setting his teeth against my sensitive skin. “Sometime soon we’ll both fill her. Would you like that?”
For Meg to be shared between us the same way they shared me last night? The same way they’re sharing me right now? “Yes.”
“Would you like that, love?”
Her hands spasm in mine in response, but she manages to sound slightly put upon when she answers. “I suppose I could rise to the occasion.” She arches beneath me. “Hercules, don’t stop.”
“Don’t tease the poor man. He’s hanging on by a thread.”
Something wet slides down between my ass cheeks and I freeze, sheathed in Meg to the hilt. And then Hades is there, his hard cock pressing in, in, in to me. My breath leaves me in a whoosh. He barely gives me a moment to adjust to the size of him. His hips bump mine, sealing us together. Hades leans down until his breath teases the curve of my ear. “Move, Hercules. Seal the bargain.”
I thrust into Meg and then back onto Hades’s cock. The first stroke is pure experiment, but he’s given me enough room to move. To control this the tiniest bit, to chase my pleasure at their whim. I have every intention of going slow, of enjoying every second of this. I don’t stand a chance. Not when Meg runs her hands down my chest and Hades mirrors the movement on my back. Not when they kiss me and then each other across my body. Something snaps inside me and my brakes give out. I push Meg back flat on the bed and drive into her and then drive myself onto Hades’s cock. I become a rutting beast, my entire focus narrowing down to filling and being filled. I can’t stop. I can’t slow down. I can’t do anything but fuck.
Hades grabs the back of my neck and shoves deep and that’s when I lose it. I cry out as I come, pumping wildly into Meg. I collapse on top of her, and she gathers me to her, pressing kisses to my shoulder, my chest, my neck. I dimly realize that she didn’t come again, and I fumble between us, but she catches my hand. “Relax, Hercules. Enjoy this moment.”
“But—”
A cool cloth touches me and I jerk. I hadn’t even realized Hades left the bed. Holy shit, I am losing it. I can’t do anything but lie there while he does a little cleanup, and then he’s gone and I hear the water in my bathroom running.
I heave myself off Meg. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t start that.” She pushes me onto my back and climbs up to straddle me. She looks like a wanton goddess who somehow ended up in my bed, and I want to capture this moment forever. Her hair is as wild as her eyes and her whole body is flushed with pleasure. This isn’t the ice queen she plays when it suits her.
This is Meg. My Meg. Our Meg.
1 That whole saying about a quiet man’s anger has nothing on a quiet man losing himself in a lover.
2 Listen, even the brilliant mastermind can have gaps in understanding those closest to him.
3 I love the scenes that can go for hours, but Hercules is so eager and it’s absolute catnip.
MEG
I know the moment Hades reenters the room. Just like I know exactly what happens next as if we’ve choreographed this to perfection. I ache for him even after everything we’ve done. It’s been too long. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He jerks my hips back and up, and then he’s inside me, so deep he takes my breath away. I cry out against Hercules’s chest. I can’t help it. It feels good but fuck.
Hercules catches my arms, holding me in place as Hades fucks me. I should have known he’d be a quick learner when it comes to the push and pull of dominance, should have figured it out after he fucked me on Hades’s desk, probably should have figured it out before that. God, he really is perfect.?1
Hades digs his fingers into my hips. I’ll have marks tomorrow, and I relish them. He always knows when my old marks are fading and finds a way to give me fresh ones. Never the same, but that’s the point.
“You’re thinking too hard.” Hercules runs his hands down my arms and back up. “Stay with us, Meg.”
Stay with us.
Does he know how much those words mean to me? Even having a place of my own in the Underworld, I still crave exactly what he’s offering me. A place with them. Something permanent. I’m scared to even hope for it.
Hades grasps my throat and guides me up and back until I’m pressed against his chest and I can barely inhale past the careful pressure he exerts. Hercules is sprawled out beneath us, watching us with a satisfied look in those pretty blue eyes. He’s exactly where he wants to be, totally confident that this won’t blow up in his face. In all our faces. I wish I had his confidence.
Hades caresses my throat without letting up the pressure. Not enough to hurt me. Just enough to give the impression of cutting off my air supply. He drags his mouth over my shoulder and up my neck to speak softly in my ear. “You’re holding back.”
