12. Arlo
The honey of Hailey’s cum works its way down my throat until it’s cleaned, and all that’s left is Hota’s skin. Their tastes fill my senses and ignite a fire in my chest that rivals any burning forest.
I watch the confident and self-assured man I’ve known for so very long dissolve as my tongue works over his skin. His pupils blow wide. The width of his chest heaves.
Behind him, Hailey whimpers.
My lips slip off the end of his fingers. “That appetizer is better than any I have to offer.” I let my gaze slip from him to Hailey for just a moment. Hota’s eyes are desperate. I’m as terrified as I am turned on. Still, I manage. “What else is on the menu?”
“You’re not ready to eat what I serve,” Hota snarls.
He knows me so well. Too well and I want to show him how much I’ve changed. I mean, his fingers were just inside my mouth. Still, I need to show him I can touch and be touched without reliving the past.
But…what if it’s not true where he’s concerned?
My insides quake with nerves and need.
“I am.” Hailey steps into the narrow space between us. She brushes her ass over my swelling cock and grabs the back of Hota’s neck, pulling his defiant eyes from me. “Give it to me. I want to see what’s so magical about your wand.”
Hota’s lips curve.
A shocked laugh rocks me. “Don’t tell me you have a wizard kink.”
Hailey snorts, which sends Hota reeling.
Just like that, my siren has broken the impossible tension between us. I slip a hand around her waist, hug her to me, and laugh into her ear.
“Seriously,” she says while still laughing so hard her luscious bottom jiggles against my still aching wand. “No offense, but I handle a pretty fantastic cock daily. What’s so great about yours?”
Hota opens his mouth. I’m sure something self-deprecating is about to spew, so I cut him off. “Show her.”
The laughter dies. The lust is back. Only, this time it’s tempered. The anger that pulsed before has been ferried to the background. I move the hair from Hailey’s neck and kiss her cheek. “She wants to see, and I want to watch you show her.”
His head shakes before I finish. “No.” My lips part, but it’s his turn to cut me off. “Take that silk off your neck and tie her hands behind her back.”
I’m tugging at the tie immediately. My heart races inside my chest, desperate to comply, afraid he'll back out if I don’t move quickly enough.
“Your days of watching are done, Arlo.” He glares. “If you want this, you participate. You stop, I stop. Got it?”
His decree washes over me like warm water. “Yes.” I nod.
“Yes, what?” he snaps.
He may as well have gripped my cock in his fist for the effect his tone has on me.
“Yes, Sir.” I slip the tie from my neck, and it hums in the air.
“Say it. So I know you know,” he demands.
“I stop, you stop.” I only pull my gaze away from him to find Hailey’s hands. When I do, my already hard cock kicks. “Fuck.” Her arms are already behind her back, opposite hand grasping her opposite elbow. “Look at that.” I tip my head for Hota to follow my gaze.
“She’s a good girl.” Hota groans, grabbing the entire half of her face in one hand.
“The best girl.” I sigh. Then I remember I have to move. I wind the silk around her forearms several times, then tie a knot tight enough to secure her but not tight enough to hurt. “Are you the best girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Follow me, and we’ll see.” Hota’s tone is skeptical. He turns and heads toward the front of the house.
Hailey complies, and I’m hot on her heels.
Hota stops in the entryway to the kitchen and turns. “Is everything turned off? Because once we start, we’re not stopping, even for a fire.”
My footsteps slow, but his words don’t compute.
“Arlo, the stove, the range, is it all off?”
“Oh, yes, Sir.” I nod.
A smirk, his signature smirk tugs at his lips. “Are you hard, Arlo?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say so breathlessly that it’s almost inaudible.
“Too excited to understand the most basic of questions?”
“Yes, Sir.” I wince. “No, Sir.” My cock throbs, telling me the first answer was most accurate.
“So ready to blow you won’t be able to do your job?”
“No, Sir.” I swallow. “I’m ready.”
“For anything?” he challenges.
I see the doubt in his eyes. His doubt in me. I put it there. I’m going to have to remove it, piece by piece.
“Yes, Hota.”
He harrumphs and heads for the living room. Once more, we follow closely. Where the Pied Piper goes, we follow. He removes his coat and tosses it onto the bench in the foyer.
His wide frame dwarfs Hailey, and my cock weeps, just imagining them together. He moves into the living room, turns on a lamp near the first shelf of books, and then sits in the chair. The chair that’s right in front of the window.
The sky is dark, save for a streetlight on the sidewalk outside. The glass is so clean, you can’t even tell it’s there. Only a Christmas tree that Hailey insisted on blocks anyone’s view.
Hota spreads his legs wide and points at the floor between his feet. “Sunshine.”
Hailey’s head is up, looking directly at him. Her shoulders are back, and her knees sink to the floor, eager and graceful as ever.
He braces his elbows on the arms of the chair and steeples his fingers together, studying her. “You help people daily through work and charity. Is that what I am to you? Work? Charity?”
“No.” Her head shakes. “Nothing that happens between us…” She looks over her shoulder at me, then back at Hota. “Between any of us, is anything other than need and love.”
“Love?” Hota’s gaze narrows. “If I choke you with my cock until you vomit all over my lap, would that be love?”
Need pulses in my cockhead so forcefully, I almost double over. My heart dips in my chest.
What the fuck?
I’m pretty sure Hota is fucking with her, with us both. He’s never been to the wet room at Crave. Not that I know of anyway. Then again, I don’t know everything he’s into. The mental image he painted should make me pull Hailey up and hide her behind me.
It doesn’t.
Instead, I’m fighting a battle of wills to keep my hand out of my pants.
“Love is not roses and sonnets,” Hailey says, lifting her chin to the provocation. “Love is a conscious choice to give yourself over to another. Love is giving them what they need. If you need to fuck my throat until I puke, I need to drink some water first. A lot of it. My gag reflex is almost nonexistent, and I haven’t eaten in hours.”
“Fucking hell.” Hota stares at Hailey as though she’s a newly discovered treasure. His mouth hangs open, and he looks at me.
“Told-you-so seems fitting.” I smirk. “She’s the best fucking girl.” I smooth my hand over her hair and down the side of her face. Her puckered lips brush my fingertips.
“Unfasten my pants, Arlo.”
The command threatens to take my feet out from under me. My gaze meets his, and I’m toast. The boy I loved is now all man. Sharp edges and weighty demands.
I step around Hailey, sparing her a glance. Her eyes are drunk with lust, and her lips are red with want. I drop to my knees beside her, and she moans.
“Aren’t you a greedy little cunt,” Hota growls. “Someone has been quite generous if you’re moaning for it already. We’re just getting started.”
My hands shake. Damn them. Sure, fear sits at the back of my mind ready to pounce, but it’s drowned out by Hailey’s reassuring presence and my lust for them. Both of them.
I meet Hota’s gaze. With a few careful tugs, I make the leather of his belt scream, and then his zipper sings in the quiet. It’s so loud in my head. My pulse pounds with the rhythm of my frantic heart.
My hands still over the black waistband of his boxer briefs.
I need him to tell me what to do next. I know what I want to happen. I also know I’m ten seconds from freaking out.
He stares at me with skepticism. I’m not as bold as Hailey. I can’t just do what I want. I haven’t been able to for so long. It’s like a physical blockade.
“Take his cock out for me, Arlo,” Hailey purrs. “I need to see it, please?”
“Jesus Christ.” Her words demolish the barricade. They unchain me. She frees me. I lift the band and tug them down his hips, revealing the weapon of my fucking dreams. A few things about it have changed since I last held the silky hard length.
“Holy fuck!” Hailey gasps. “I…” She chokes.
I grab the goddamn anaconda and pull it the rest of the way out of his underwear.
Hota hisses. His hips jerk, and his throat arches toward the ceiling.
A heady sense of power seeps through my veins. It’s like wielding Zeus’s fucking lightning bolt. I squeeze the girth in my fist, relieved that my fingertips meet. I can barely get them around my cock, but Hota has at least two inches of length on me and seven titanium bars.
His skin is so smooth. It’s silkier than I remember as I run my hand up his ridiculous span. He’s bigger than we were at boarding school in every way. So am I. The balled ends of his bars rub against my palm and the creases of my knuckles.
“Fuck.” Hota groans.
“Fuck is right,” Hailey hisses. “I’ve never seen a Jacob’s ladder in real life.” Half of her lower lip snags on her teeth. “What is that?” she asks, looking at his fat tip and the curved bar running through it with two large balls on either end.
“Apadravya.” Hota’s teeth clamp together.
“Does it hurt?” I ask, toying with the two ends.
“So fucking good.”
I don’t know if he means it hurts him so good or someone else. I’ve seen it before, of course, but never this close. And I’ve never… Oh fuck, I’m touching Hota. I’m touching him a lot. More than he asked for.
“What do you want?” I beg, desperate to know. My mouth waters, no sign of fear for miles. Only want. Only churning desire.
“Suck my dick, Hailey,” he orders.
Disappointment and a hint of relief war inside my belly.
My siren leans forward. She kisses my wrist gently and moves her lips to Hota’s base. Her silky kiss drags over the ribbed underside of his cock.
A groan rumbles in my chest. It’s echoed in Hota’s while Hailey sighs.
“Arlo?” I blink him into view, his beautiful and haunted face. “Use your fingers. Make her come. I want her dripping down your arms. And you don’t come until I say.”
“Oh god,” Hailey mews.
“Do you want that, siren?” I lean forward and whisper in her ear. “Do you want that monster in your throat and my fingers in your pussy? You want me needy?”
“Yes.” Her lips are already wet and open. Her eyes glitter with want. “Yes. Fuck yes. Hota, hold it for me, please? Or give me my hands.”
“No hands.” He growls, grabbing the base of his cock and angling it for Hailey.
She licks her lips, then spits on the tip.
The sounds that come out of Hota curl my fucking toes.
Then my siren slides her lips over his pierced crown. Inch by devastating inch, she works him inside her slick heat.
A moan slips between her lips and his flesh as she swallows him down only an inch off his pelvis.
Hota’s teeth flash white. His fingers dig into the leather, but he keeps carefully and perfectly still. I hate it. I want his hands in her hair, his hips plowing, and his control shredded. I need to hear his moans, his bliss, his walls coming down.
Hailey slips off his length and drags in several breaths while she laves his head, and then she dives back down.
“Fuck yes, siren. Swallow him good.” I slip one hand in her hair, urging her forward. The other goes to her distended throat.
I can feel his insane inches down her esophagus. The head. The bars. The girth. I give it a gentle squeeze.
“Jesus fuck,” Hota hisses.
My perfect girl gags, her whole body jerking, but she doesn’t move. No, she moans a heady plea. Her hips work the air, desperate for more.
I pull her off him, drag her face to mine, and lick the edges of her mouth, slick with her spit and his precum.
Hota groans.
“Fuck.” I breathe against her skin, and then I maneuver her back onto his length. This time, I feel his entry down her throat. “You feel that monster cock?”
She grunts and gurgles, twitching her hips.
I slip my hands down her front, tweaking her nipples as I go. Then I’m lifting her skirt, yanking down her thong, and revealing the milky skin of her full ass. “Just think of how it would feel inside your slick pussy.”
“Arlo, touch me, please,” Hailey whines, gasping for air and relief.
“Even with lube.” I spread her cheeks apart and stare at her puckered entrance. “He would tear this ass up.”
“Oh god,” she garbles around his cock.
“Fuck,” Hota moans. “Suck me, sunshine.”
Her head bobs ruthlessly on half his length while he works the base.
“Look how hot you’ve made him, siren.” I swipe my tongue over her dripping cunt to her puckered ass.
“Fuck. Fingers only,” Hota demands. His hips jerk as he nears the edge.
Hailey’s mouth and my taunting have pushed him there.
I stare him dead in the eyes and lick her again.
“Slow down,” Hota barks. Hailey doesn’t listen. My minx does the opposite, slurping and bouncing faster. Both Hota’s hands dive into her hair and pull her off him. “Both of you listen for shit.” His chest heaves. “She comes before I do, or you’re both in trouble.”
A thrill runs through me. Hailey purrs.
My girl is primed to blow. A couple of well-placed strokes and I’ll save us both, but I don’t know that I want to. I want her to come, of course, but after him. I need him to come apart.
“Suck him deep, siren.”
“Yes, Sir,” Hailey promises.
“You two aren’t listening.”
“Fuck my face and stop talking, Hota. Give me what we all want.” Hailey uses the slack in his grip and latches onto his tip.
Hota snarls, impaling her on his cock. “You want me to come. I hope you’re ready to drink me down.” His head strains for the stars, and his hips jack up off the chair.
The sounds they make fill the room with filth. Suctions. Gagging. Squelching. I fucking love it.
I slide two fingers inside my siren’s dripping heat and massage her inner wall. She jerks and bucks and moans. I spit on her ass and glide my thumb over her rippled asshole.
“Fuck. Oh. God.” Hota's head cants toward the ceiling. He pumps furiously for only a second before going rigid and spilling himself into Hailey.
“Don’t swallow,” I bark.
They both moan and fall apart, making the most erotic picture I’ve ever seen. Hailey’s cunt squeezes my fingers, and her ass pulses against my thumb. I drag every last contraction from her with measured strokes.
She goes limp, draped across Hota’s thighs, while he stares at me, looking dazed and as hot as I’ve ever seen him.
I shift close to the seat and stare at his mouth. “Open.” Hota’s perfect lips part, and I slip my siren-soaked fingers between them. “Clean them.”
He groans and does as he’s told. His tongue glides over my fingers, and I wish it was my cock. I’m painfully hard, almost strangled by my pants.
“Siren, give it to me.”
Hailey drags breaths through her nose as she pushes up from Hota’s thick thighs.
Around my fingers, Hota whimpers.
She shifts to kneel in front of me. I grab her by the neck and position my mouth over hers.
Our kiss is a mess, and I drink it down. I drink Hota through Hailey. Her approving moans vibrate against my lips.
Hota turns his head. My fingers slip from his mouth. I lick the edges of Hailey’s mouth clean, then look at my guy.
His eyes are wide. His chest is bound with tension that shouldn’t be there after he drained himself in Hailey.
He stuffs his still-hard cock into his pants, zips them, and then launches from the chair, heading for the door.
“Hotaru!” I bark.
“I have to go,” he says, without slowing or even looking over his shoulder.
I shift to go after him, but Hailey lays her head on my shoulder. “He’s overwhelmed.”
Yeah. Me too. In the best possible way.
At least I was, right up until the front door slams.