For the Love of a God [Gods of Olympus] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Lynn Tyler

  Aaron groaned, and Neil chuckled. “Sensitive, baby? Tal, look at what you’re doing to him.”

  Aaron’s erection, which had flagged a little bit between the talk of cabbage and reassuring her, was back to full mast. The bloated head was an angry red and was already weeping.

  She tweaked his nipples a little harder, and his shaft jerked. “Think he can come by this alone?”

  Neil reached between Aaron’s legs and cupped the man’s balls. “I doubt it. Some men can, but not many. Most need direct…stimulation. Wanna help me...stimulate him?”

  Did she ever.

  “What do you want me to do?” She was willing to go along with his toppy attitude, at least when it came to playing with Aaron. For now.

  “Play with those sweet nipples for now. Tweak them and pull on them a little. I bet that, combined with a little hand action of my own, will send Aaron right over the edge.”

  Well, running her hands over Aaron’s body was no hardship. She circled the pebbled flesh with ever-shrinking strokes until she pinched each one between her thumbs and forefingers.

  Aaron was panting by now, squirming and wiggling around. The hard muscle of his thigh pressed against her through her silk panties and inflamed her even higher.

  It took a lot of concentration to continue focusing on what she was doing to Aaron, but the look of ecstasy on his face was worth it.

  Aaron groaned every few seconds, sounding more and more desperate. He seemed beyond words. Each time she tugged on his nipples, he jerked.

  Curious, she looked over her shoulder to see what Neil was doing and almost swallowed her tongue. Neil was just barely running his fingers over Aaron’s straining length, stopping on every upsweep to tickle at the sweet spot just under the helmet. Aaron’s cock was jumping, twitching violently, throbbing with every beat of his heart, and it was the single hottest thing she’d ever seen.

  Neil caught her gaze and jutted his chin at her slightly. “If you think this is hot, move off his leg and watch. I promise, you won’t be sorry.”

  Clearly, Neil had done this dominating thing a time or two before. She slid off Aaron’s leg and knelt by his hip, never taking her hands off his chest. Her body mourned the warm press of Aaron’s thigh, but she trusted Neil’s instincts.

  “Good stuff, sweetheart. Now, let’s give our boy here some relief before we really get things started.”

  Neil gave Aaron’s cock one full stroke before pressing it against Aaron’s abdomen with one finger. He began rotating his finger firmly against that little bundle of nerves on the underside of Aaron’s dick.

  Aaron keened and jerked, tugging at the handcuffs. “Oh, great Zeus,” he yelped and convulsed.

  She watched, fascinated, as the purple head expanded slightly and the shaft pulsed. Creamy fluid exploded from the tip of his cock, smearing over Aaron’s stomach and chest.

  God, what a sight. Aaron’s orgasm, brought on by just one of Neil’s fingers, was the most amazing sight.

  A rush of wetness coated the folds of her pussy, and she rubbed her thighs together to try and ease a little bit of the ache that was starting to become too much to ignore.

  Neil must have noticed her restlessness, because he smirked and reached for her. “Now we focus on you, princess.”

  Oh, thank god.

  Chapter 10

  Eros’s lungs burned, and he concentrated on sucking in enough oxygen to ease the pain. Thank Zeus he was a freaking god, or he probably would have died from the pleasure Neil and Talia had given him.

  Of course, as soon as his brain had enough oxygen to actually function properly, he was greeted by the sight of Neil and Talia making out next to him.

  He tugged on his restraints, amazed that although they held him tightly and showed no signs of weakening, they weren’t cutting into his skin at all. Hell, they felt like silk wrapped loosely around his wrists.

  Now was not the time to think about the cuffs his stepfather had made for him. Not when Talia was whimpering so sweetly into Neil’s mouth.

  Gods, this was what he’d been waiting for, for centuries. A connection, not only physical but emotional and intellectual.

  “Let me go, Neil. I want to touch, too,” he said softly, hoping not to break the sensual spell that had been winding around them.

  Neil raised his head and glared at Eros. “You are not the one in charge, boy. You will take what I give you.”

  Before he could even say anything, Neil smiled and tapped Eros’s hip. “But don’t worry, Aaron. You’re going to be a vital part of giving our Talia exactly what she needs.”

  Eros pursed his lips. He’d never been dominated before, but damn, it was hot. Besides, it was kind of nice to be able to lie back and enjoy the show.

  Neil really knew what he was doing, that was for sure. It only took a few minutes before Talia had straddled one of his thighs and was practically humping the man’s leg.

  Eros’s cock, which had never really gone totally soft, throbbed at the sight, eager to feel those soft, wet folds engulf him. And he had an inkling that he knew exactly what to say in order to make that a reality. “Please, Sir. May I feel her pussy on my cock?”

  Both of their gazes landed on him, and he tingled all over from the sudden attention.

  Neil’s face transformed from seductive to commanding. “Did I tell you to address me as Sir?”

  Eros’s balls pulled up tight. Hot damn, how the fuck didn’t he know how freaking sexy it was to be dominated? “No, Sir.”

  “Good instincts, boy. Now, Talia, why don’t you give our good boy what he asked for?”

  Talia practically purred as she slid over him. Her movements flowed like water, and she teased Eros a few times by spreading her folds and rubbing her wet pussy against his aching shaft. “It would be my pleasure,” she said as she sheathed Eros’s dick quickly with a condom and went back to teasing him, rubbing all over him until it was all he could do not to come on the spot.

  She looked over her shoulder and pointed at Neil. “But don’t think I’m calling you Sir.”

  “I wouldn’t think of it,” Neil answered, an evil grin on his face. “Nope, I think only Aaron is going to be allowed to call me Sir.”

  Eros was fine with that.

  He was even happier when Talia steadied his dick with one hand and lowered herself on to him. Oh gods, she felt amazing. Better than anything else in the world, except for maybe Neil’s cock in his ass.

  She swiveled her hips, grinding down on him, and he had to clench all the muscles in his body to keep from exploding. Shit, he even had to curl his toes in.

  Neil took one hand and pushed Talia down so that she was chest-to-chest with Eros. Perfect. Now he could nibble on that long, delicate neck he’d admired for so long.

  He skimmed his lips over her skin, searching out any spots that made her shiver.

  It wasn’t until she jerked against him, her inner muscles squeezing around his cock, that he realized Neil had been doing some exploring of his own. Exactly three seconds later, a wet finger traced up his balls. “Think Talia has ever had anything in this sweet ass, boy?”

  Oh, Neil was going to pay for that. He could feel the smart-mouth answer that Talia was about to give in the tension of her body.

  “Sure have,” she said sweetly, although there was a hint of heat in her voice. “But don’t hold your breath on your dick getting in there anytime soon.”

  Eros buried his smile in the crook of her neck. It looked like Neil was going to have to learn that Talia was just as dominant as he was.

  “Come on, sweetie,” Neil crooned. “You want to feel me inside this little hole. You want to feel the fullness that you can only get by having both of these holes filled.”

  Talia sat up, making sure to keep his dick embedded firmly in her pussy, for which Eros was extremely grateful. “Make no mistake, Neil. I may submit to some of your requests, but that’s because I want to. You are not my Dom. Nor do I want you to be my Dom.”

  Eros was fasc
inated with the power struggle that was flowing between Neil and Talia. He couldn’t begin to guess who would back down first.

  Ultimately, Neil seemed to sense that Talia wasn’t bluffing. She would do exactly what she wanted, no more, no less. “Fine, Tal. Would you like it if we took you together?”

  Talia’s expression melted in to a relieved smile. “Yes, very much. You’ll have to go slow, though. It’s been a while since I’ve indulged in anal play.”

  Eros groaned. Any slower and he might just blow an artery or something. But he had no desire to see Talia hurt. He stayed as still as he could, letting Neil stretch her out carefully. It was pure torture. Neil’s fingers crept along his dick, separated only by a thin barrier of skin and a layer of latex.

  By the time the two of them decided they were ready, Eros was sweating bullets. The coppery taste of blood lingered on his tongue, and he realized that he’d bitten through his lip in his attempt to be patient.

  She was impossibly tight around him by the time Neil had worked his way fully inside her. Her muscles rippled around him, grabbing at him and milking him.

  Oh, fuck. There was no way he could last, and while Talia looked like she was enjoying herself, she didn’t look as if she was particularly close to coming.

  Gods, he had to do something. Eros closed his eyes and concentrated on sending a wave of sensation to her pussy. He narrowed the focus of the stimulation until it was centered directly over her clit.

  Talia cried out, and he opened his eyes to see her expression of surprised pleasure.

  Just hold on until she comes. Eros didn’t have to wait long. Talia screamed, and her pussy began to contract around him.

  Behind her, Neil’s eyes widened in, and he gasped. Eros could feel Neil’s dick throbbing as he, too, came.

  Maybe Eros put just a little too much power behind his attempt to speed things along.

  His body didn’t care, though. Eros came in long, extended waves, his entire body jerking with each new contraction. Everything went black with the force of his pleasure.

  He must have passed out because the next thing he knew, Neil was leaning over him, unlocking the handcuffs from around his wrists. “You okay, boy?”

  Eros didn’t even have enough breath to answer, so he simply nodded.

  Neil pressed a soft kiss to his wrist. “Not even a mark. You sure you’re okay?”

  He nodded again, but this time he attempted to speak. It took him a few tries, but he finally got his mouth to cooperate. “I’m fine. How’s Talia?”

  Neil’s mouth quirked up at the side. “Asleep. Seems we wore her out.” Reaching down, Neil removed Eros’s condom expertly, making sure that none of his seed escaped. He tossed it in the trash can before removing his own condom.

  Eros lowered his arms and rolled his shoulders as best he could without sitting up. Once the kinks were worked out, Eros rolled onto his side and gathered Talia to his chest.

  Neil joined them a few minutes later, slipping into bed on Talia’s other side and spooning close. “Was that the first time you’ve been dominated?” he whispered.

  “Yep. I didn’t know it could be so hot.” He hesitated. “But I don’t know that I want to be dominated all the time.”

  Eros held his breath. Neil had clearly enjoyed being in charge. What if being a Dom full time was a deal breaker?

  Neil smiled and reached out to stroke his hand down Eros’s ribs. “Don’t worry, babe. It’s not something I want to do all the time either. Let’s just see where everything lands, okay?”

  Eros relaxed, feeling a little like an idiot. He was a freaking god. Technically, he was superior to Neil in every way, but somehow these two people made him feel…human.

  He closed his eyes and decided not to think about it too hard.

  Talia’s warm body snuggled against his own, and Neil’s softly crooning voice eventually lulled him to sleep. But not before a shaft of guilt speared through him.

  This was fake. All of it. Their feelings for him, their feelings for each other, all caused by the manipulations of gods.

  For the first time in his very long life, Eros wished he was human for real.

  Chapter 11

  Talia buried her nose in the flowers that were sitting on her desk. God, she’d stumbled across two hot, romantic men.

  Okay, Aaron was romantic. The man had taken pains to give her little gifts every day. Last week, he’d given her her favorite candy. Three days ago, she’d found a cute little hair clip in her apartment after she’d dropped him off at work. It was the same one she’d been admiring in the mall the day before. Yesterday, he’d given her a book by her favorite author.

  Oh, Neil gave her things, too. A vibrator disguised like a tube of lipstick. A pair of edible underwear. A French maid’s costume.

  The two of them had her so wound up, she didn’t know whether she was coming or going. But god, she loved being lost with them.

  Dinner was almost ready, the roast simmering in the slow cooker along with the potatoes, carrots, and rich gravy. The guys were coming over tonight, Aaron to help her study for her finals and Neil just to hang out.

  She gathered up her textbooks, her binders, several pens, and some loose-leaf paper and carried them out to the living room, where she set them on the table next to her laptop.

  Her roommate had left for the weekend to visit her parents, so if Aaron deemed her ready for her exam, the three of them may even get to play with the toys Neil had given her.

  A knocking came on the door, and she rushed to answer it, throwing the door open and grinning like a loon. “Hi.”

  Aaron gifted her with a sweet smile, his beautiful blue eyes sparkling at her. “Hi, yourself. Ready to study?”

  Before she could answer, Neil crowded in and kissed her soundly. She shivered as he explored her mouth with his tongue. She relaxed into him and let him pretend he was in charge.

  Neil shifted, and suddenly his hands were cupping her breasts, tweaking, pulling, and rolling her nipples until they were standing straight up and pressing against the fabric of her thin shirt.

  Something was prodding at her, but it didn’t feel like a dick. And then it struck her that they were still standing in the hallway for anyone in her building to see. She pulled away and glanced down, gasping at the sight.

  Aaron had insinuated his hand between them and was cupping Neil’s denim-covered crotch, massaging the bulge that had grown there. Further investigation, which was a fancy way of saying she openly ogled them, revealed that Aaron was kissing the side of Neil’s neck.

  “Hey,” Neil complained. “No quitting. Get back here.”

  Her body screamed at her to obey Neil’s command, but her better judgment won out. “We should get inside before we’re arrested for indecent exposure.”

  Neil’s mouth opened and closed. “Right. Sorry. I got carried away.”

  She stepped back and let them in, Aaron throwing her a quick wink on his way past. “Getting arrested would look bad on his résumé. What smells so good in here?”

  “Dinner. It should be ready. Why don’t we sit down and eat, and then Aaron and I can study.”

  The men laid waste to the meal she’d prepared, and she glowed with pride. It was something so simple, being able to cook a meal for her men, but it filled her with pride.

  Aaron finally pushed back from the table with a groan, rubbing his flat stomach. “That was delicious, Talia. Thanks very much.” He picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles.

  “It was great,” Neil agreed. “But you didn’t need to cook for us. We could have brought some takeout.”

  The thing was, she knew that they wouldn’t have blinked an eye if she had asked them to bring dinner. “It’s no problem. I like to cook, and it’s not very often I get to cook for more than just myself.”

  Aaron was already on his feet, retrieving the messenger bag he always brought to their study sessions. “Well, now that we’re all fed and watered, let’s get down to business. We left off with theori
es behind the birth of Aphrodite.”

  The smirk on his face told her he found the topic slightly amusing. Of course, when she stopped to think about it, some of the myths behind the birth of the goddess of love were amusing. She could only imagine being born because the severed penis of her sire spilled its seed in the sea.

  She giggled and nodded. “Let me just clear the table, and we’ll get started.”

  Aaron arched an eyebrow and grinned, a wicked twinkle lighting up his eyes. “No, you cooked, and I’m tutoring. Neil can clear the table and clean up the kitchen.”

  Talia sucked in a breath and held it, waiting to see Neil’s reaction. She hadn’t quite figured the man out yet.

  Neil shot Aaron a look that promised retribution, but his mouth quirked into a small smile. “I’ll clean up. I have to do something to earn my keep.”

  “Just leave everything on the counter, and I’ll clean it up later. Thanks, Neil.” She led Aaron into the small living room and sat on the floor, close to the coffee table, where she and Aaron always worked.

  Aaron plopped down next to her and rooted through his bag until he withdrew his own battered copy of the textbook they were working from. Then, much to her delight, he reached over and tugged her closer, shifting and wiggling until she was seated between his legs. She snuggled close, leaning back against his warm chest and running her hands up and down his hard thighs. “This is nice.”

  He kissed the top of her head and opened his book so that it was resting on her lap. “Yes, it is. Now, let’s talk about Aphrodite.”

  He quizzed her incessantly, for at least an hour, until Neil finally emerged from the kitchen. “What were you doing in there for so long?” she asked, instead of answering Aaron’s question.

  This time, it was Neil who raised his brow. What was it with men and their eyebrows? And why could she not master the art of raising only one brow at a time?

  “I was not about to sit here like a lump while you busted your ass studying and let you clean up a dirty kitchen when you were done. So I washed the dishes and wrapped up the leftovers. I left the clean stuff on the counter because I don’t know where everything goes. How is the studying going?”