I relax back into Hercules and fight to open my eyes. “A public scene.”
“Mmm.” Hades finishes buttoning his shirt and picks up his jacket. “It’s time to let our world know Hercules is ours in truth.”
“I suppose if we’re going to celebrate a made-up anniversary, this is an excellent way to go about it.”
“I suspected you’d see things our way.” He crosses to the bed and presses a quick kiss to my mouth and then does the same to Hercules. “No fucking, you two. I want you fresh tonight.” And then he’s gone, leaving the suite and us to our own devices.
Hercules loops an arm around my waist and hauls me back into his lap. He sets his teeth against the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “Thank you.”
“You both knew I was going to say yes.”
“Yep.” He hooks my thigh and guides my legs wide over his. “Didn’t have a single doubt.”
“Uh huh.” I press my lips together as he cups my pussy and presses two fingers into me. “You’re being disobedient.”
“Am I?” He chuckles against my skin as he slowly fucks me with his fingers. “He said no fucking. I’m keeping my cock to myself.”
I lift my hips to guide him deeper. “You’re not obeying the spirit of the command.”
“I know.” He grinds the heel of his palm against my clit. His voice has gone low and delicious the way it always does when he’s turned on. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Yes.”
Instantly he removes his hand. I don’t give him a chance to apologize. I don’t want it. Instead I turn in his arms and push him flat onto the bed. “I don’t want to come on your fingers, dirty boy. I want to come all over your face.”
The grin he gives me has my heart doing a happy shimmy. I can’t help but grin right back. Hercules catches my hips and hauls me up until I’m straddling his head. “Now who’s not obeying the spirit of the command?”
“Me.” I smack his hands away and turn around. “I want your cock in my mouth while you fuck me with your tongue.” I stretch myself over him and take his cock in my hand. “If I come before you do, I’ll get out the strap-on for tonight’s show.” I stroke him slowly as he takes a hold of my thighs and rearranges me for better access. “Would you like me to fuck your ass while the whole of the Underworld watches?”
“Yes,” he breathes against my clit.
“Prove it.”
I suck him down at the same time that he spreads me wider yet and drags his tongue over me. I moan. It’s always so fucking good when Hercules goes down on me. He loves it even more than I do, which only makes it hotter.
The door opens and we both freeze.
Hades tsks softly, his hands in his pockets. “I’ve been gone thirty seconds.”
Answering would require taking Hercules’s cock out of my mouth, and I’m not quite willing to do that. I suck him down again, holding Hades’s dark gaze. Taunting him. Hercules’s hands shake on my thighs, his breath harsh against my clit though he doesn’t resume licking me. “Sorry,” he manages.
“No, you’re not.” He walks slowly to the side of the bed. “But you will be tonight.” He runs his hands along my bare back, one coming to rest at the base of my skull, the other on my ass. “I suppose there’s a reward if you make her come first.”
He knows me too well. I try to rise off Hercules’s cock, but Hades easily holds me in place. Hercules answer, his voice strained. “She’ll use the strap-on on me tonight.”
Hades tsks again. “Now you’ve tied my hands, love. You know how much I enjoy watching you take his ass.” He forces me down another inch, damn near gagging me on Hercules’s cock. I love it. “Resume, little Hercules. Make her come so hard she chokes on your cock.”
“Yes, sir,” Hercules growls.
“Ah. A moment.” Hades shifts his grip on my ass, sliding his hand down to shove two fingers into me. “So wet, my Meg. So wanton for everything we give you.” He withdraws and moves up to my ass, carefully pressing one finger deep. I moan and writhe. It’s nowhere near enough, but the penetration holds me pinned in the most delicious way. “Now you may begin again.”
I try to focus on sucking Hercules’s cock, to do what I know will bring him to orgasm. An impossible feat. I can’t move with Hades holding me down. I can’t do more than cling to Hercules’s hips and take what they’re giving to me.
Pleasure builds in building waves, crashing through me to the rhythm of Hercules’s mouth. I moan and writhe as much as I’m able, but not being only to move freely only makes it hotter.