This time, they move slower. That causes the ache to get worse. Not even Helen’s perfect tits are enough to combat the feeling of being immaterial. I’m a selfish prick. I like being the center of attention. And I’m…not right now.
Helen eases onto Patroclus’s lap with her legs on the outside of his. If I enjoyed the view of him entering her before, it’s a thousand times better now. His cock spreads her almost obscenely, and I palm myself roughly in response. This time, she doesn’t have to fight as hard to take him. She leans back against his chest and slides one arm up to hook behind his neck. “Is this better, Achilles? Can’t pretend you’re not here when you’re making us stare right at you.” Her lips curve. “Is someone feeling insecure?”
“Shut up.”
Patroclus cups her breasts, temporarily distracting both of us. She gasps at him pinching her nipples just shy of roughly. I enjoy the way her hips jolt in response, seeking pressure against her clit. He knows. Of course he knows. He always seems to divine what his partners need next. He wastes no time sliding one hand down between her thighs to stroke her clit. I can appreciate the fact that he keeps most of his hand up on her stomach, though, offering a clear view of them fucking.
What I can’t tell is if he’s trying to prove a point or not.
Both of them watch me as he winds her up stroke by stroke. She’s still doing that sexy slow roll, obviously not in a hurry to reach any destination. Helen’s breath hitches. “Poor Achilles. Is this better? Now you can watch how much I’m enjoying Patroclus’s cock.” She whimpers when he switches up his touch against her clit. “You can see how much he’s enjoying my pussy.”
“Shut up.” It’s an even more terrible comeback this time because I’m just repeating myself, but I can barely speak through the lust coating the room, so intense it’s like a stronger force of gravity against my skin. I dip my hand into my sweats and grip my cock. Somehow, that only makes it worse. Because I’m not really involved, even if I am right here.
Helen’s gaze flicks to where my fist moves in my pants, and she licks her lips. I tense, waiting to see if she’ll really toss the gauntlet at my feet. I should know better by now. If there’s one thing Helen can be trusted to do, it’s escalate the situation. She bites her bottom lip. “You want to shut me up? Get over here and do it properly.”
I’m on my feet before I can think of all the reasons this is a shitty idea. If I wanted to stop, though, I’d ask Patroclus to give me a bullet-pointed list. I don’t want to stop. “Sounds like you need a cock to choke on.”
She arches an eyebrow, never missing a beat of fucking Patroclus. “Bold of you to assume I’ll choke on you.”
“Only one way to find out.” I hardly sound like myself. I glance over her shoulder at Patroclus. He looks just as conflicted as I feel. We’ve shared partners in the past, yes, but we both know better than to lump Helen in with them. It was complicated enough with each of us fucking her on our own. Doing it together feels like a mark of intent that I’m not sure we can follow through on without crashing and burning.
Not just ruining what little tentative peace we have with Helen, either. If this blows up in our faces, it might very well fuck my and Patroclus’s relationship beyond all repair.
We’re barreling down a path of no return, and it’s too damn late to stop. I’ve never had much in the way of brakes, always relying on his steadier hand and cooler head to stop us before we do shit we can’t take back. With him balls deep in Helen’s pussy, there’s no appealing to the only god he worships. Logic has nothing on the lust bringing a sexy flush to his handsome face.
I step closer, letting Helen hook her fingers into the band of my sweats. She tugs them down just enough to free my cock and looks up at me. Fuck, she’s sexy, and the fact she’s riding Patroclus’s cock right now only makes her sexier. She licks her lips again. “This doesn’t mean I like you.”
The words might sting if she weren’t looking at me like she wants to consume me whole. I can’t quite laugh. Not right now. “I think you like me just fine, princess.”
Her smile goes downright mischievous. “Maybe I just really want to suck your cock.”
Behind her, Patroclus curses. “Then stop talking and do it.” He wraps a careful fist around her long hair and nudges her head forward. I half expect Helen to snarl at him, but she follows his guidance eagerly, letting him urge her forward until she can wrap her lips around the head of my cock.