It chased all the words from him, the feeling of Dionysus in front of him and behind him, his mouth and his fingers seemed to join in a sensation so hot, so intense, and yet still his mind said no, no it's not enough, it's not enough. He gasped another 'pleeease', thrusting faster in Dionysus' mouth, shaking with the feeling of being so close!
With one hand buried tight in the thick rug underneath her, Ariadne turned over her shoulder to watch the pair of them, meeting Dionysus' eyes for a sizzling moment before he turned his face back to Much. She was relishing the feeling of taking Dionysus' while he was so passionately involved in taking someone else, trying to decide exactly what she wanted, exactly how she wanted to come. Well, the first time. Ariadne wasn't planning on stopping at just one. And Much had proved earlier how much he still wanted to fuck, even just after he'd come. And she knew Dionysus was insatiable. She doubted anyone was going to sleep tonight.
Twisting round (and squeezing her muscles around Dionysus' cock in a way she knew made him see stars) she ran a firm hand up the inside of Much's leg, squeezing his balls and making him sob in pleasure. "Come for us, Mu-uch," she gasped, her voice hitching as Dionysus thrust deeper into her, and she kept her muscles tight, biting her lip as she watched him.
Her voice, or her hand, or Dionysus' mouth, or his fingers, or the sight of them both, or the sound of them- it was impossible that it could be all too much but not enough at the same time, impossible that he could be having an orgasm like this, the pleasure moving through him as he came, but moving too fast... too fast to catch. Much cried out into his hand as he tried, tried to hold into the feeling- needed - oh god- to hold onto the feeling- but nothing he could do stopped it leaving his body so fast.