Embracing the Celestial Way [Celestial Nights 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

  Hercules didn’t know why he did it, but other than being compelled, he really had no logical explanation for placing the palm of his hand on V’s flat belly. If he awoke, Hercules could still say he was trying to reach for the sheet to cover him, but V didn’t wake. He sighed instead, an innocuous little response that sent a shock through Hercules cock and down into his balls.

  Letting his hands roam over Virgo’s torso, Hercules traced the path that V took right after he got out of the shower. V sighed and moaned quietly, no doubt causing him to have a pleasant dream. It was not only the sighing and moaning that told Hercules this was the case. Virgo’s cock was beginning to engorge. Hercules would always remember this time as the turning point in their friendship, not for the aftermath, but for the courage he took to do what he did next.

  Licking his lips, Hercules gently encased V’s large cock with one of his hands and lightly started to stroke him. As his cock got bigger, his mouth opened and he too started to lick his lips.

  Moving to the foot of the bed, Hercules wove his arms under Virgo’s thighs, brought both hands up onto his belly, and took V’s shaft into his mouth. He teased V’s cock head with his tongue and lips. Hercules sucked V’s cock deep, trying to get as much of him into his mouth as possible, keeping the strokes slow and gentle so as not to break his dream. Virgo moaned more deeply and began weakly to grind his pelvis into Hercules’s face. Moving his hands up to his nipples, which were erect and hard, Hercules rubbed the hard nubs between his thumb and index fingers as he briefly moved his tongue and lips to Virgo’s now-tight balls. V had a musky smell that Hercules found intoxicating. After a few minutes, Hercules returned his lips and tongue to V’s cock.

  Hercules had V’s cock as big as he’d ever seen him. He wondered if he could make V ejaculate down his throat without ever waking. If he could, he’d at least have that. Virgo would never have to know what Hercules had done, and for some reason, Herc was okay with that. Beggars couldn’t be choosers and if this was all he could have, Hercules would take what the cosmos gave him, happily.

  “If you make me come now, it will be at least twenty minutes before we can fuck.”

  Hercules flinched so hard, he fell backward, landing hard on his ass. Looking over the edge of the bed, he noticed that Virgo was grinning, wide awake, his arms folded behind his head and licking his lips.

  “You were supposed to be sleeping.”

  “And you got tired of staring, didn’t ya?”

  “How’d you know?”

  “Like I could ignore you. Since I moved in here, you’ve been on that damn couch every night, like fucking clockwork, waiting as I emerged from the shower. You never look away, only stare. Not that I didn’t mind, because I didn’t, but what I’m wondering is why all of a sudden you act? Something change with your curse?”

  Hercules groaned. There wasn’t a damn person in Celestial who didn’t know about his damn curse. He hated it, and yet looking at the love of his life, smiling at him, Hercules didn’t care about it anymore. He wanted Virgo…had for years. It was then he made the monumental decision not to let his curse define him. He was no longer going to stop living, or doing what he wanted, because of the fear of getting hurt. He was tired of hiding, tired of watching everyone live their lives and having fun. He wanted all of that, too, and tonight he was going to do something about it.

  “What do you want, Hercules?” V asked.

  “I want you. I want to fuck you,” Hercules replied as plainly as he could, shocked that he had the courage to say what he wanted. He didn’t regret saying he wanted Virgo, well, at least to fuck him, but this path he had just put himself on was new to him, and he figured baby steps were better than nothing.

  “I can hardly see you way down there. Can you come up here, please?”

  Going slowly, Hercules slid up onto the bed until he was lying on his side beside V. When Virgo snaked his arms around Hercules’s waist, he leaned in, and kissed him for the first time on the lips. Hercules moaned. His lips tasted like warm chocolate, smooth and delicious. Hercules melted into him.

  “So, what are we going to do now, Hercules?” Virgo asked, releasing the kiss. “From my perspective, we have two choices. I can fuck you hard or you can finish sucking me off. What would you like to do?”

  Hercules thought back to the very first time he had ever laid eyes on the beautiful man before him, and even back then, when they were young and too innocent enough to know the ramifications of what real life or real love actually meant, Hercules had wanted only one thing. The same thing he so desperately wanted right now. Therefore, without fear he replied honestly, “Fuck me. I’ve wanted you to fuck me for as long as I could remember.”

  “Why did you take so long to ask me, and please spare me the silly explanations of that stupid curse of yours,” V asked. Hercules shivered as V’s hand glided down his bare chest and under the waistband of his sweat pants. When Virgo’s hand connected with Hercules’s cock, it lengthened and thickened under his attention, and Hercules couldn’t think of a satisfactory reply, all he could do was moan.

  “Goddess, you have a nice thick cock, but I want your ass.”

  Hercules’s body roared. Yes, he wanted Virgo in him, too. With a little help from V, Hercules rolled over onto his stomach as V moved closer to him. When he felt the first nudge of V’s stiff dick rubbing against his ass, Hercules’s pelvis started rotating against the bed sheets, as his own cock rubbed against the sheets. Virgo lowered his body, head to toe, with his strong legs running up and closely encasing Hercules torso, his head between Hercules’s widespread thighs. V’s cock was running up and pressing in him between his shoulder blades. Hercules grabbed the headboard slats above his head and hung on for dear life as Virgo pulled his dick back between his legs and alternated between sucking on that from above and tonguing his asshole. Hercules ground his body into the mattress under him in ecstasy.

  Reaching for a tube of lubricant, V straddled him, and after he tongued his ass once more, Virgo lubed it and worked it with his fingers.

  “Nice tight ass,” he murmured. “Am I the first?”

  “Not quite,” Hercules answered in a lust-choked voice. “But you are the last.”

  Hercules felt V’s weight come off him. Looking up, Hercules noticed that Virgo was standing on the floor beside him, holding out a condom packet.

  “When was the last time?” he asked.

  “Two years ago, and I’ve been checked out…I’m clean,” Hercules replied.

  “I wish I could say that to you, but I can’t. Until I get myself to the clinic, I think it’s best we use this, okay?”

  Hercules didn’t really care, but Virgo was a safety guy, so he completely understood. Nodding, he watched as Virgo tore the small packet, removed the condom, and rolled it onto his gigantic cock.

  “You’re sure you want to do this?”

  “More than anything.”

  “Well, then prepare to be totally fucked. Up on your knees, legs spread.”

  Hercules immediately did as V asked, as Virgo climbed back up on the bed, moving like a cat. Hercules moaned and groaned when he felt V’s cock head at his hole. He grunted and yelped as V pushed his massive, stiff cock into his ass. Hercules knew he was tight, but when V grunted, rotating his tool around, trying to get it inside him, Hercules wished he had been better prepared. Virgo grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them apart with the palms of his hands. And that was all it took, because seconds later he was in a couple of inches. V had a bulbous cock head, so this was the roughest part of the ordeal, at least in the thickness department. Hercules panted, moaned, and groaned as the trembling in his legs and knees increased.

  “Too much?” V asked.

  “Never.” Hercules gasped and then cried out as V pushed on into him, stretching his canal to the limit, filling him up to what seemed to be the depth of a mile. The intense pleasure and pain was too much for Hercules, as his knees collapsed on the bed as V came down on over him. Virgo’s chest dug into his sho
ulder blades. V’s hands glided up his arms, grabbing him by the wrists, holding him in place. His thighs and calves laid over his, out wide, and his ass canal tightly held V’s throbbing cock. Hercules couldn’t move, didn’t want to even if he had the option. This was what he dreamed of for years. His dream was now a reality.

  V laid over him for a few minutes, as waves of pain slowly morphed into waves of pleasure, his ass canal starting to undulate around V’s throbbing dick. Hercules felt V’s chin hook onto his shoulder. Turning his head, V’s lips found his. As Virgo’s tongue pushed its way between his lips, his hips started their motion.

  Long sure strokes pumped in and out of Hercules ass, as his own hips started to answer in a raised and lower rhythm. His hips started to rotate in a circular motion, moving V’s cock around in his ass canal. Hercules ass walls started to tremble and undulate again. He was panting and moaning, and so was V.

  “Oh fuck,” V whispered. “You’re tight and so sweet, and so, so fucking nice.”

  Hercules’s hips were off the bed now, and his engorged cock dragged its head back and forth on the sheet as he fucked the bed. Suddenly, V had dug his knees into the bed, released Hercules’s hands, and brought him up to his knees in front of him. They were both up on their knees on the bed, and Hercules arched his back so that his shoulder blades touched V’s shoulders. V’s hand reached around his waist, grabbed a hold of his cock, and started pumping. Hercules didn’t want him to stop. V furiously jacked him off with his firm hand as he pumped his cock up into Hercules ass with long, fast, and deep thrusts.

  Hercules came first, roaring out his release, as his come shot across the bed, spraying the pillows and sheets. Seconds later, Virgo let go of his cock, pushed him forward, gripped his hips and pounded into his ass furiously, as he, too, shouted his release.

  Panting hard, Hercules tried to catch his breath as V pulled himself out, and fell on the bed next to him, gasping for air.

  “I’m sorry,” V panted. “I lost it. I couldn’t control myself.”

  “You can do that again anytime you want.”

  “How about as soon as I can reload?” V asked with a low laugh.

  Hercules smiled and said, “You’re on.”

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  About the Author

  Chapter Two

  “Another detour, why not,” Savannah murmured, rolling her eyes. She should have known better to think that everything would just miraculously go her way. Since leaving Chicago yesterday, she had been rerouted to Atlanta, only to learn the plane she needed to board had already taken off. Therefore, after hopping another flight that took her miles away from her destination, she ended up in Oklahoma City. It was there she learned that if she wanted to catch a flight back to the east coast, she first needed to fly west to Denver and catch a connecting flight that would put her back in Chicago, and from there, she could make her connecting flight to Shannon, Ireland. Talk about a cluster fuck, but nope, her detour didn’t end there. After boarding the flight to Denver, the flight was delayed. Thanks to some drunken jackass, the U.S. Marshalls had to remove him, which caused her to miss her flight once she reached Denver.

  So, that was how she happened to be in Denver, Colorado, looking up at the arrivals and departures sign, praying for another miracle.

  “Lost, dearie?”

  Sighing, Savannah turned and smiled at the elderly woman with white blonde hair. The woman was stunningly beautiful, given her advance age, but something told Savannah that this woman was strong and very alert. So without any further ado, she replied, “Lost, unsure about everything, and running on fumes.”

  “Please call me Raven,” the woman said and then smiled. “If you’re lost, you only need to stop and look around you. If you’re unsure, well, that’s the universe’s way of telling you that you’re making the wrong decision, and as for running on fumes, there’s a Burger King right over there. Care to join me?”

  Savannah gaped at the woman, not knowing how to respond, but then nodded.

  “I don’t know about you but I’m getting a double whopper, large fries, and a chocolate milkshake. I’m sure after you eat, everything will become clear.” Blinking quickly, Savannah really didn’t know what to say, let alone do, so she followed the woman. It was funny, too, because just at that moment, her stomach growled, almost as if it led the way.

  With all the crap she had endured over the last twenty-four hours, it felt nice to let it all go. There wasn’t anything Savannah could do about her flight and since the next one out wasn’t for another two hours, a little conversation and some good ole junk food sounded perfect.

  After ordering and eating, Savannah leaned back and moaned, “I think I ate too much.”

  “Not possible. You’re too skinny. Are you sure you don’t want the rest of my milkshake?”

  “Ms. Raven, I am so full right now, if I eat or drink anything else, I fear my stomach will explode.”

  “Well,” Raven said, laughing. “We can’t have that now, can we?”

  “You never did mention where home was,” Savannah stated, then leaned forward and asked. “So tell me, Raven, where’s home for you?”

  The old woman smiled, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree, as she uttered what seemed like two magical words, “Celestial, Montana.”

  “Sounds positively heavenly.”

  “It’s actually out of this universe.” Raven grinned.

  “Well, with a name like Celestial, it would have to be. So how long have you lived there?” Savannah asked.

  “My whole life.”

  Savannah smiled as Raven talked about her hometown. The thought of loving the place she came from was foreign to Savannah. Oh, she liked Chicago and was born and raised there, but she couldn’t rightly say she loved the place. Too many heartaches and disappointments came from the windy city, so much so, that when she boarded the plane at O’Hare, she felt no remorse for leaving. If anything, she felt free.

  To say that Savannah had lived a hard life was like calling the kettle black, so to speak. Her family didn’t have much, but what they had was good for them. Her dad was a construction worker, who after long, hard days, would come home with a six-pack and head to his favorite chair to watch whatever sports channel he could get, that is if her mother remembered to pay the cable bill. Her mother tried, and that’s all she could really say about her. Not a social woman, Savannah’s mother preferred her books to real life, but she did manage to remember to cook dinner at least once a week. If it weren’t for her older sister, Savannah didn’t know how she would have survived. When a robber killed her parents at home with a knife, just so he could take the thirty-seven-inch television when she was sixteen, her sister made arrangements at the college she attended for family quarters, so she could raise her until she graduated high school.

  It was there, at her sister’s college, that Savannah’s life took a harder turn, especially when she met the first of a long line of regrets. Only her first regret beat her so bad, Savannah ended up in intensive care for three days. Then it was one bum after the other, until she met Dr. Raymond Woodburn. Meeting the great doctor, Savannah thought that God had finally decided to throw her a bone, but that wasn’t the case.

  Like everything in her life, it went nowhere, and that was when she decided to take this adventure of self-discovery, have some fun, and just see where the fair winds took her. The only good thing that came out of her life was knowing that for the first time ever, she was able to help her sister. Her sister did so much for her, so much so that Savannah felt no regrets about giving her everything. When her parents died, in
stead of willing their estate to both of their daughters, they willed everything to Savannah. Why they did that, she didn’t know, but she rectified the situation. She turned over the house to her sister, and gave her half of the money. Their parents may have been absentminded when it came to their only two children, but they sure did have a nice insurance policy.

  “I don’t know what it feels like to love the place where I came from. I just remember too many hardships and pain.”

  “Is that why you’re on a path of self-discovery?”

  “How did you know that was what I was doing?”

  “Oh, my dear, with the single backpack, reasonable shoes, and easy clothes, it wasn’t that hard to figure out.”

  Smiling, Savannah admitted, “I made myself a bucket list, so to speak, of places and things to experience. My whole life I tried to follow all the rules society had set, but that never felt like me. Now, I just want to see everything and live. Does that make sense?”

  “A person can live their whole life and never experience life. Some seek adventure, but never find the adrenaline rush. Others try new experiences, but never to learn a thing. What you seek has always been right before you. All you need to do is open your eyes and let the universe in.”

  “I wish I knew what that meant,” Savannah whispered.

  “I think you already do. You just need the courage to see where life might take you.”

  * * * *

  “You do realize this spell only works in the autumn, right?”

  “I know, but I’ve got to try,” Hercules replied, as he rummaged around his studio apartment. He knew that autumn was the ideal time for this protection spell, but he couldn’t wait that long. Nope…he’d become desperate. So desperate that he was willing to try anything and everything to give him some relief. Things had gotten worse over the last month and if he walked into another person, place or thing again, he was going to do some serious damage, not to them…to himself. He had already been stitched, stapled, and glued back together so many times, he was afraid to look in the mirror anymore. Although, he had heard the Frankenstein look was back in popular demand with some women, not that it mattered to him, because he wasn’t into them.