by Lynn Tyler
Neil’s fingers tightened in his hair for just a second. Emotions from his lover flooded over Eros, and he struggled to breathe. Neil was thinking that if he’d known how long Eros would have had to wait for them to make their decision, he never would have let him go. “It was only a day for us, babe. I wasn’t really thinking about how long you would have had to wait.”
Eros leaned into the caress, thrilled that they were here, and not quite believing it at the same time. “I wouldn’t have expected you to take any less time. Besides, I was prepared to wait for the rest of my life for the two of you.”
“Come home with us,” Neil said seductively.
Eros looked ruefully at the bottle of wine on the table. He was so drunk, he doubted he could perform. But at least he could cuddle.
He got to his feet and promptly sat back down. Okay, he fell, and if the chair hadn’t been there, he would have ended up with his ass firmly planted on the floor.
A pair of feet appeared in front of him. They were clad in a pair of ancient sandals, the kind he used to wear two thousand years ago, and attached to a very irritated Dionysus. “That was my last bottle, Eros! Gods, now I have to go make more before Athena comes in again. And, seriously dude, if you puke on my floor, I’m not cleaning it up. Honestly, Eros, this has happened every night for the past two weeks.”
Neil took his hand and hauled him to his feet while Talia spoke soothingly to Dionysus. “Don’t worry, sir. We’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
Dion shuddered at the polite address. “Please, do not ever call me sir again. Dion is fine.”
A strong arm wrapped around Eros’s middle, steadying him when he would have tumbled over again. “I don’t think I can flash us to your place,” Eros said, leaning most of his weight against Neil’s body and savoring the amount of heat the man put forth. “Can we just go crash at my temple?”
Talia linked her fingers with his and smiled gently. Neil chuckled, sending pleasant little shivers down Eros’s spine. “I think our Cupid has been behaving badly,” Neil commented.
“Eros. Cupid is a fat little Italian cherub who comes out only on Valentine’s Day.” There was nothing worse than someone calling him Cupid.
Warm lips pressed against his temple, and suddenly the backs of his knees were brushing against a mattress. “How did we get back to my temple?”
Talia shook her head and nudged him down until he was sprawled flat on his back. He knew they were saying something, but all he could feel was their hands skimming off his clothing. Eros vaguely registered a gasp when someone pulled off his jeans, and he belatedly remembered that he’d neglected to put on underwear this morning.
He rolled onto his side, and warmth surrounded him as a hard body settled behind him and a soft one pressed up against his front.
Eros floated on a cloud of bliss as he fell asleep, finally where he’d always wanted to be. Between the two people he loved.
* * * *
The tantalizing scent of lilacs tickled Eros’s nose as he dragged himself out of sleep. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so well.
Of course, the round bottom currently pressed against his groin and the hard bulge of a cock grinding against his ass were well worth waking up. Luckily he was a god, so he didn’t get hangovers, or else he’d be sporting a pretty mammoth migraine right about now.
Talia shifted in his arms, turning around, and her warm, wet mouth latched onto one of his nipples. Talia’s talented tongue teased it to a stiff point, and he jerked when she clamped it lightly between her teeth.
Was Neil awake, too?
Strong thumbs dug into the tight muscles of his neck, and he groaned again. Yup, Neil was awake.
“Morning,” Neil said in his Eros’s ear. “How are you feeling this morning?”
Neil expected him to concentrate on forming words when he and Talia had set out to drive him insane with lust? “Fine,” he managed.
“Good. Now, you’re going to turn onto your back and let us love you.”
Oh, Neil was in top mode. Eros never would have thought that he would be willing to bottom or sub for anyone, but Neil made it feel natural.
He did as his lover ordered, dragging Talia with him until she was sprawled out on top of him. She kissed him, making love to his mouth with her lips and tongue and teeth until he couldn’t see straight.
Of course, it didn’t help that Neil was stroking him, soothing him, and exciting him at the same time. “Shame on you for not believing in the strength of our love for you,” Neil whispered in his ear.
Talia pulled away and placed her hands on Eros’s chest, tweaking his nipples. “Yeah. And then getting drunk every night? Not good, Eros.”
Shivering when Neil licked along the side of his neck, Eros gave up the battle to keep his eyes open and let them drift closed. They popped back open with Neil’s next words. “I said it last night, Tal. Our Cupid was behaving badly.”
“And I told you last night that my name is Eros, not Cupid.” Eros meant the words to sound firm, authoritative even, but they came out on a whimper, totally defeating the purpose.
A sharp slap landed on his hip. “No talking back, babe. Now, Talia…we need to discuss punishment for our lover. And I have just the thing.”
Eros’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head when he heard Neil’s plan. Gods, the two of them were going to kill him, but at least he’d die happy.
“Eros, do you think you can hold on to the headboard and stay still, or do I have to fetch another pair of those magical cuffs from your stepfather?”
He actually had to think about Neil’s question. He wasn’t quite sure he could keep his hands still given what they were going to do to him. On the other hand, he didn’t really want them to stop so that Neil could run down the street to his parents’ temple. “I don’t need the cuffs.”
Talia smiled down at him approvingly. “I like a man with willpower.”
Eros watched with fascination as Neil caught Talia’s chin and kissed the living daylights out of her. She was still straddling his abdomen, so Eros could feel her already damp folds grow even wetter. She squirmed against him, rubbing her pussy against his stomach and moaning every time she ground her hard little clit into him.
Ever the obedient lover, Eros gripped the headboard and white-knuckled it.
“Ready?” Neil asked against Talia’s lips.
Her beautiful breasts were heaving, pink tipped, and swollen. Careful to keep his hands on the iron rails, he slid them up to the top and leaned up to take one of those luscious nipples in his mouth.
Neil didn’t let them play for long, though. “Tal, let’s start the punishment, shall we?”
Talia gripped the back of his head and pulled him closer for a moment before pushing him back a little. Eros laid back against the bed and waited for what he knew was coming, panting with anticipation.
Carefully, Talia swung around so that she was facing his feet. She backed up until her pussy was hovering right over his mouth.
Great Zeus, that was a beautiful sight. She was swollen, glistening, and pink, and she smelled oh, so delicious. His mouth positively watered for a taste of her.
As if she’d read his mind, she lowered her hips until he could comfortably feast on her.
Her flavor exploded on his tongue, which he dipped farther into her sopping folds, relishing the way she rippled around him.
The taste of Talia in his mouth made his already hard cock stiffen even more. Blood pounded through him and gathered in his dick, especially once Talia bent forward and took his shaft in her mouth, suckling the very tip of him.
Somehow, he managed to continue flicking his tongue across her clit, doing his best to give her as much pleasure as he could before he completely lost his mind.
Which would be right about…now. Neil’s tongue joined Talia’s, licking a line down his dick, over his balls, and between his cheeks.
Holy shit, how was he going to survive getting a rim job and a blow job all
at the same time?
Things were hot and wet and so good, and he was right on the brink of the most amazing orgasm he’d ever experienced when both of their mouths disappeared.
The iron headboard creaked under his fingers, threatening to snap in two, but he didn’t let go. “Good boy,” Neil praised, running one finger up Eros’s cock and tickling the exquisitely responsive knot of nerves right under the head.
“Mmm,” Talia agreed as she nibbled at the stretch of skin that connected his groin and thigh. “And so much willpower. So sexy. I think our Eros deserves a reward.”
A reward? He deserved a fucking kingdom for keeping his hands still.
Talia’s mouth returned to his dick, sucking him down without hesitation.
Then again, maybe he didn’t need a kingdom. Tal’s mouth was reward enough.
And when two of Neil’s thick fingers slid into him, stretching him in the most delicious way, he was pretty sure he’d died and had headed off to the Elysian Fields.
It was all he could do to hold out until they got to the real part of their plan. But those fingers, pegging his sweet spot every other second or so, didn’t help, not to mention the sweet mouth swallowing around him.
Maybe he should have had Neil run and get those cuffs after all.
He was so involved in the sensations his lovers were gifting on his body that he lost track of who was doing what.
Until Neil stuck his huge cock in his hole. It didn’t hurt at all because Neil had stretched him so well, but damn, he was big.
Eros got a short reprieve when Neil paused, but it was only to let Talia pull her mouth off his dick, scoot up, and sink down so that her wet pussy enveloped him.
They moved on him, in him, in perfect harmony, like they’d done this before. It was too much and not enough all at the same time. He wanted Talia to lean forward so that he could kiss her senseless. He wanted Neil’s hands on his body, finding all those sensitive, responsive places.
The flared edge of the tip of Neil’s cock scraped across his prostate, and Eros opened his eyes wide in time to see the man reach around Talia’s hip and capture her swollen, ripe clit between his fingers and pinch it lightly.
Talia’s head snapped back and landed on Neil’s shoulder.
Eros gave up the fight when he felt Talia’s pussy contracting around him, and he pulsed inside her.
The orgasm ripping through him intensified when Neil’s dick jerked inside him, and a hot rush flooded his insides.
It went on and on, until he had to wonder if it was possible for a couple of mortals to actually kill a god.
By the time he could pry his eyes open and confirm that he could still actually see, Talia had collapsed on top of him, and Neil was stretched out beside them. Both were panting, one against his throat and the other against his ear.
“Now, don’t question our love for you again. We love you, Eros. And if you ever doubt that again, we’ll tie you up and love on you until you can’t walk.”
Talia giggled and kissed his neck. “I don’t think that’s much of a punishment, Neil.” She propped her chin on her stacked hands and looked at Eros. He could feel her gaze going right through him, and for the first time in his life, he let down all the walls he’d ever built and let her see everything in him.
Her eyes misted over, and she pressed a kiss to his chin. “I love you.”
Neil didn’t echo the words, but he did start dropping kisses on Eros’s shoulder. It was okay that Neil didn’t say the words. Actions spoke louder than words in Neil’s case.
Eros sighed and shifted his aching shoulders. He had just one concern left. “Can I move my hands now?”
Epilogue
Eros returned to Mount Olympus on a flash of light. He didn’t need to make a showy entrance, but it never failed to amuse Talia, and he would do anything to see that smile cross her features.
Neil, who’d been lounging on the couch with his laptop, rose to his feet and clapped. “Every time you come back, your entrance gets grander and grander. Maybe tomorrow you’ll flash in completely naked.”
Talia giggled and launched herself at him. Eros managed to open his arms just in time to catch her against his chest and give her a sound kiss. “How many people did you help find true love today?” she teased, poking him in the stomach.
He flexed his abdominal muscles for her. He just couldn’t help himself. “Three couples today.”
Neil’s strong arms wrapped around him from behind, trapping Eros in the middle of the two people he’d waited thousands of years for.
A hard cock rubbed against his bottom, and Talia wound one leg around his hip with help from Neil. Kisses, hot and damp, were being scattered across both his chest and his upper back through his thin T-shirt. Eros relaxed into their arms and savored the tingle that was starting to spread throughout his whole body.
Eros kissed the top of Talia’s head and squeezed her a little tighter. “You had your presentation today? How’d it go?”
Talia stepped back and gifted him with a full-on smile. “Awesome! Your mom was great to listen to my presentation over and over again until it was perfect.”
Eros laughed. His mom had been beyond delighted that Talia’s honors thesis had been about her. “That’s because she loves to talk about herself. She loves it even more when someone else is talking about her.”
Neil tugged at his hips, turning him around until they were face-to-face. Eros draped his arms over Neil’s shoulders and held him loosely. “And how about your day?”
“It was good,” he said with his own smile. “I had no idea there was such a demand for computer skills on Mount Olympus. Today I set up a website for Athena where she plans to post a monthly newsletter for all the gods, and I wired Zeus’s garden to play whale songs while he’s doing yoga.”
Eros smiled and kissed Neil’s lips. His relatives had taken to Neil and Talia like ducks to water. Zeus had given them permission to move in with Eros on Mount Olympus so Eros could still be with them while he was working. Hera had served them ambrosia and nectar the first time she’d met them, deeming them good enough to gift them with immortality.
Life was good. Finally.
Neil’s hands shifted, one hand cupping the back of Eros’s head, the other gripping his ass. Eros let himself be hauled closer and gave himself over to the kiss.
“Now boys,” Talia said loudly. Eros shot an arm out and caught her wrist, hauling her into their embrace. She laughed but accepted the kisses he and Neil offered. “We’re expected for dinner at your mom’s, Eros.”
“Let’s skip it,” Eros muttered before fastening his mouth to the spot on her neck just behind her ear.
She moaned and dropped her neck to give him better access. Eros could feel Neil’s arm working and guessed he was sliding his hand up Talia’s skirt.
“But…oh, right there…your mom will come looking for us,” she said between sighs of pleasure.
“So, we’ll hide,” Neil shot back.
“Yoo-hoo! Darlings? We thought we’d bring dinner over here since the three of you have been working so…oh dear. Hephy, perhaps it would be best if we came back. And maybe bring that lovely little vibrating cock ring you made.”
Eros groaned and dropped his head to Neil’s shoulder.
He wasn’t really angry, though. Far from it.
Eros was exactly where he most wanted to be.
THE END
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Table o
f Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
About the Author