“If you change your mind—”
“For fuck’s sake, she said she was good with it. Even I can see she’s about to fucking come. Get on with it.”
Patroclus turns his head to glare at Achilles. “Audiences should be seen, not heard.”
“Said no one ever.”
“Gentlemen.” I wait for them both to look at me. I can’t stop shaking. I’m about to come out of my skin with need, and they’re bickering like an old married couple. “If you’re going to argue, go do it in the living room and I’ll finish myself off in peace.”
Achilles snorts and Patroclus offers another of those little smiles I’m starting to like so much. He doesn’t give me a chance to decide if I’m bluffing or not. He just dips down and resumes stroking my clit with his tongue in the exact same rhythm that had me dancing on the edge before we were interrupted. I whimper. “Oh fuck.”
“Take off your top, princess. If you’re going to put on a show, do it properly.”
I don’t even think. I just obey, wrestling my pajama top off while Patroclus works my pussy like we’ve been lovers for years instead of less than an hour. I manage to get the offending garment off and toss it at Achilles. He snatches it out of the air and sifts the silk top through his fingers almost contemplatively, but his gaze never leaves us.
Patroclus’s gaze threatens to light me aflame. Later, I’m sure I’ll have some complicated feelings about playing the part of a pawn in a game between these two men. Right now, I’m too close to coming to care about anything but Patroclus’s tongue working my clit. So close… So fucking close… I palm my breasts, pinching my nipples as he edges me closer and closer to orgasm. It felt so good before, but with Achilles watching…
There are no words.
I’ve never done anything like this before. Oh, I’ve been plenty experimental when it comes to sex, but only with a trusted handful of people over the years. Being Zeus’s daughter means anyone caught in my bed would see horrific consequences. Olympus likes to pretend it’s forward-thinking, but that so-called progressiveness doesn’t include the purity culture that pervades the upper circles. As a result, I’ve never trusted someone enough to let them watch while I fuck. It would be all too easy for them to record while I was distracted and then…
Patroclus turns his head and nips my thigh. “Stop thinking so hard.”
“Means you’re not doing your job properly,” Achilles rumbles. He stretches out his legs. “Two fingers.”
I barely comprehend his words when Patroclus moves, releasing my thigh and pushing two blunt fingers into me. He shifts the angle a few times, searching…searching. He grins. “There.” He flicks his fingertips against my G-spot. Holy shit, that was fast.
My whole body goes molten, the feeling only compounded by the fact that he’s following Achilles’s directive. I look over at the other man, but his gaze is on Patroclus, his eyes narrowed. “Now, her clit. Make her come, loud and messy.”
Once again, Patroclus obeys immediately, moving back to my clit. The combination of him stroking my G-spot and licking my clit and… “Fuck!” I orgasm, back bowing and my heels digging into the mattress. Patroclus doesn’t move, doesn’t stop, just keeps going, driving my orgasm higher and…
“Don’t stop,” Achilles barks.
I cry out. It’s almost a scream. The pressure builds and builds and then something gives inside me, and I squirt all over Patroclus’s hand. Only then does he gentle his touch, easing me down until the only thing I’m able to do is stare at him and shake. He gives my pussy one last long, thorough kiss and lifts his head.
Achilles’s low laugh draws our attention in his direction. His body language is perfectly relaxed, but the way his giant cock presses against his sweatpants gives lie to the image he’s projecting. As I stare, he palms his cock roughly and grins. “That’s a good start.”
16
Achilles
I can’t decide if I’m more pissed off or turned on. When I heard Helen’s moan, I knew what I’d find the second I walked into the room. She and Patroclus fucking around, or just flat-out fucking. I walked through the door anyways. There’s something selfish in that. If I were a better man, I would have let Patroclus have his moment with Helen without me involved.
I’m not a better man. I’m a selfish asshole.
Watching him eat her pussy… The way he responded to my commands…
We’ve never done anything like this before. I’m naturally bossy in bed, and we’ve shared partners in the past, but not like this. Not with me taking the lead so intensely and him following along without a word. Not with a woman both of us are drawn to in different ways. Helen is nothing like anyone we’ve shared in the past, and this situation is a first for us in so many ways.