I hadn’t quite thought this was what was going to happen when I suggested strip chess, and yet—
I’m definitely not disappointed in the outcome.
I want them both, more, all of it, and I gasp out against Cayde’s mouth, “I’m going to come again,” my hips twisting as I push myself down on his throbbing length. I want more, I want to keep doing this forever, and I think dizzily that if only we could find a way to all live together in peace, I’d stay right here, coming up with endless ways for these two men to pleasure me with their thick, long, hard cocks, over and over again.
“Me too,” Dean groans, pounding into my ass harder. “Fuck, I can’t hold it much longer, I can’t—”
“I can’t either,” Cayde groans, and in one blinding moment of sheer pleasure, I feel us all erupt at the same time. I throw my head back, keening my pleasure as I feel Dean’s cock and Cayde’s swell at the same time, throbbing until I can feel them both so clearly, every ridge and vein as they shoot inside of me, the first hot spurts of cum filling my pussy and ass. They keep coming as I shudder atop Cayde, my body gripping them, squeezing out every drop as they come and come, filling me with the hot rush of it until I can feel it starting to leak out of me already, dripping onto my thighs as both men groan aloud, still thrusting as they empty themselves into my body.
For a brief, shuddering moment, none of us move. The pleasure of the combined orgasm still has us in its grip. I shiver, moaning with the aftershocks as I crumple onto Cayde’s broad chest, Dean’s hands still bracing against my hips with his cock still buried in my ass. For that moment, all I hear is their heavy breathing and the crackling of the fire, until at last Dean slips free of my ass and slumps to one side, still panting.
Cayde slides out of me too, his arm still underneath my head, and I’m between the two men, lying limp and satisfied on the rug as we all try to catch our breath.
“We should go clean up,” Dean finally manages. “Before Jaxon comes in and sees us like this.”
“He’d be horrified,” Cayde mutters. He pushes himself up finally, picking up the chess piece. “I’m hanging onto this,” he says with a grin, twirling it in his fingers. “A little souvenir.”
I start to say something, but Dean surprises me, leaning over me to kiss me. It’s the first time he’s kissed me tonight, and I’m startled by how ordinary it is, a simple kiss like one that any guy might give to the girl he just fucked into oblivion. “I want Athena sleeping with me tonight,” he says suddenly. “She stayed with you last time.”
“Fine.” Cayde shrugs. “That’s fair.”
I stare at them both.Have I entered some kind of alternate dimension?They’re getting along, easily deciding who I share a bed with tonight—and even if they didn’t askmewhich I preferred, I still have to hand it to them for figuring this out so—easily.
In no time at all, Dean has me upstairs and in the shower with him. I lean against the wall, breathing in the steam and eager for us both to finish so that we can lay down, my knees and thighs still weak and wobbly from the orgasms. Dean doesn’t wash me the way Cayde did. Still, he can’t seem to keep his hands off of me, his fingers constantly grazing my breast or waist or thigh as we move around each other in the shower, scrubbing the traces of sex off of us before he turns off the water and tosses me a towel, using his own to rub his hair dry until it sticks up in a way that looks very casual and very unlike his usual self.
He doesn’t say much to me until we’re in bed, the lights off and the only light the dim one coming through the windows from outside.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, his voice drifting towards me through the dark.
“Tired,” I answer with a small laugh. “A little sore.”
“No.” He rolls over onto his side so that he’s facing me. “I mean, how do you feel—in general. About…you know.”
“Oh.” I’m quiet for a long moment. “Why?”
“Can’t I wonder about your well-being?”
I lick my lips, unsure of how to answer. I decide to go with honesty—it’s been working out okay lately, after all. “I mean—it’s pretty out of character for you. As much as Cayde, if not more so.”
“We’re trying, Athena.” I hear the tiniest hint of frustration in his tone. “We weren’t raised to—treat a woman well. This is new territory for Cayde and me. Considering you. Considering your feelings. Trying to—date you, I suppose.”
“Date me?” I stifle a laugh. “Is this your idea of dating?”
“What should it be? A movie? We can do that if you want.”
Oh god, he really is trying.I don’t know if that’s more terrifying than the fact that he and Cayde are literally trying to be decent men and how strange this new territory is for them. “I don’t know,” I say honestly. “I’ve never thought of trying todateeither of you. And I never dated before you.” I pause, turning towards him. I can make out the outline of his face in the darkness, and I resist the urge to reach out and touch it. “I’m doing as well as I can. I’m trying not to think about it. Trying to fight through it. Which is why I asked to go to the underground.”
Dean is quiet for a moment. “Do you want revenge?”
The question startles me even more. “Of course,” I say without thinking. “Of course I do. But we don’t know who did it.”
“I think,” he says slowly, “that whoever did may have been working more closely with the families than I thought. I think that maybe they regret choosing you. That they want to be rid of you. Or to at least break you so that you give in. Stop trying to cause trouble.” He reaches out then, his thumb rubbing over my cheekbone. “But I don’t think you know how.”
“So what?” I stare at him in the darkness. “You think your fathers started this? Tried to hurt me?”
“Maybe,” Dean says carefully. “Or maybe someone else. Winter, maybe, or her father, or someone else devoted to our traditions and disgruntled at how things are going. There’s no way to be sure. But—I have an idea. A way to get back at them, as a start.”
“Oh?” I can’t stop the curiosity that colors my tone. “What’s that?”