15. Hotaru
Hailey’s lips are nothing like I expected. Not that I’ve spent much time thinking about how they’d feel against mine. No, as much sexual experience as I possess, kissing is something I never fucked with. It’s raw and intimate. Terrifying.
And, apparently, fucking exhilarating.
Her lips are desperate and determined like she wants to eat me whole.
Someone give her a fork and knife.
The edges of her nails rasp against my chest while her grip tests the tensile limits of my shirt.
A sigh filters from her lips. I swallow it down and slip my tongue between her lips in search of more. My heart goes light and fluttery at the feel of slick heat that tastes of chocolate, caramel, and Hailey.
Her fingers slide from my shirt up my neck and cradle my face. They dig into my flesh as though I might go somewhere.
Not fucking likely.
Right here, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my chest. Even though our mouths are fused, oxygen flows in and out of my lungs with frightening ease. An ease that makes her as addictive as her taste.
My tongue slides along hers, twisting and toying. I suck it into my mouth, and she lets me. She keeps it straight, and I shuttle my lips up and down the short length as though it’s a phallus.
A groan sounds to my left, and I remember with sudden clarity where we are and who I’m kissing. I’m kissing someone who isn’t mine to kiss. Not really.
I pull back, releasing Hailey’s tongue.
She tightens her fingers, not letting me get far. Her stunning green eyes study me. Slowly, she leans forward and presses her closed mouth to my upper lip, then my lower lip, and then she drags me down. It’s as if she knows how much I need to be needed and is willing to give it to me.
Once more, she attacks my mouth. Her fingers glide up my neck, latching onto my nape, while the others hold tight to my shirt. All sense of time and space floats away as she consumes me.
Hailey nibbles and licks, moans and sighs. My lips swell as does my fucking heart.
Danger! Red alert!
I pull back, and she lets me ease back slightly.
Her death grip on my shirt releases, but she grabs my face. She turns my face right, kisses my cheek, then turns it left, and brushes her lips on my other cheek while my eyes lock with Arlo’s.
I frantically search for any sign of jealousy. I might prefer it to the unfettered hunger I see in his dark eyes.
When she’s finished, she rubs her thumb over my lips, then shifts back, releasing me from her grip, yet her hold is tighter than ever.
“Let me taste him?”
I blink at the pleading in Arlo’s voice, and then the words register.
Hailey nods and then leans over the table once more.
Arlo’s mouth crashes into her, nearly swallowing it whole. It jars me almost as much as watching him suck my cum from her tongue yesterday.
My entire body goes hot.
My dick is ready to give him a real taste. Appetizer to dessert. But I don’t run. Not today.
He pulls back from Hailey’s lips. The look he squares me with…
Fuck!
It looks like he’s ready for a nine-course meal.
Arlo licks his lips and stares at mine. I swallow, barely able to get the nothing down. Panic crowds close. All the what-ifs crash into my frontal cortex, battering my gray matter to mush.
“I think you can do better than tasting him on my lips,” Hailey says, challenging Arlo.
As much as I want to feel his lips on mine, as much as I’ve wanted it for so long, I don’t want him to have to be prodded. I need him to dive headfirst without a glance at the depth of the pool.
He leans forward.
Terror pierces my heart. Everything I’ve ever wanted is coming at me head-on. It’s a collision I won't survive.
If I don’t swerve, the impact will kill me. If I let Arlo kiss me, I’m done for. If his lips meet mine, then he pulls away, every shallow wound and gaping hole he’s left in my heart will rupture.
I’ve existed this long without his kiss. I can survive without it. At least until I know he’s ready.
I grab his whole face, much like I did Nate’s forever ago. “Nope. You have to earn your lips on mine.”
“Anything. Name it.” His tongue slides along my palm, and he nips my calluses. “You want a yacht?”
“No,” I scoff. How dare he think I can be so easily bought.
“A bungalow in the Maldives? Hell, a private island?”
“No,” I growl.
“A Bugatti?”
I open my mouth to respond. He cuts me off, sweetening the deal. “La Voiture Noire,” he singsongs into my hand.
Goddamn mother fucking hell.
He knows that’s my dream car and my only weakness besides him. And now, Hailey. I groan and mutter a few curses. My native language ones are the best because they’re so taboo.
I frame his face in my hands and marvel that I can do this. That he’ll let me. I almost pull his face to mine and say fuck it, but like Hailey said yesterday, I have to start doing things for myself.
Even if it might cost me everything.
“When you’re ready to let me top you, fully and completely, no stops, no backing out, then I’ll let you kiss me.”
I see the fear overshadow him like a storm cloud shifted from outside the massive wall of windows and hovered over his head.
“I don’t expect it ever or anytime soon, and I’m sorry if it’s too big of an ask, but?—”
His hands cover mine. The sorrow in his eyes hides behind his lids for a few seconds. He opens his eyes and pins me with a gaze I’ve never seen before. “You only ever asked me for one thing, Hota. One thing. And I regret not giving it to you more than you’ll ever know.”
He leans his head into my hands. His throat works on a swallow. “I won’t make the same mistake twice. I’ll give you what you want. What you deserve. I need you to prep me for it, though. I need to work up to that.”
My heart has never been as warm as it is right now. I wonder if it will prove a health concern. A cooked heart probably doesn't function the best, but fuck it. All for the cause.
“Say something,” Arlo begs.
“I hope you guys took a shower before you arrived,” I snarl, wishing I could kiss him right fucking now.
He blinks at me, not knowing what I have in store for him.
I grin and release him. “Both of you, strip.”
Hailey, the best girl, is the first to move. She slips the sweatshirt over her head, revealing the artwork of her flesh. My gaze maps the dragon with wings spread wide across her sternum, the swell of her breasts, the pink of her areolas, and the griffin that crawls across her torso.
Braless. She’s been braless this whole time.
She tosses her sweatshirt at Arlo. It smacks him in his shocked face. Her gaze is heavy on me as she stands and slips her fingers into the waistband of her sweats. One hip at a time, she strip teases, revealing the body of a chimera one amalgamated part at a time.
My lungs seize in my chest, awaiting the final reveal of her perfect pussy, when my vision goes dark. A fraction of a second later, something heavy and decidedly fabric smacks into my head, covering my eyes and nearly knocking me sideways.
Arlo.
Fully expecting it’s Hailey’s sweatshirt he’s accosted me with, I jerk it from my face and narrow my gaze at him.
Only it isn’t Hailey’s clothes. Nope. Not at all. It’s Arlo’s.
I’m not certain my lungs will ever work again. He stands under our makeshift fort with his head cocked and every inch of his delicious skin on display. Scars, muscles, hefty dick, and all.
Saliva pools in my mouth. The only thing that keeps me from demanding he take a step forward and let me siphon his balls dry is decades of self-restraint.
“Are you sure about this?” I demand, stealing my eyes away from his body to meet his parted lips and starved gaze. He flicks a glance at Hailey for a second.
I try not to let it bother me. Her consent is on my list of things to do before I do things that shouldn’t be on my list at all. Of course, he would check in with her before answering. It’s the right thing to do. After all, they are in a relationship together.
I’m the odd man out.
“Yes.” The desperation in his voice appeases the discomfort.
“Good.” I pin Hailey with an intimidating glare. Her chin lifts in challenge. A thrill burns its way through my veins. “Are you sure about this, sun?—”
“Yes, Sir.” She nods, her chest heaving from where she holds herself back yet completely open to me.
A sinister smile curves my lips. “Greedy, perfect cunt.” My head shakes, and I tsk. “Your lover has spoiled you and taught you no manners.”
The corners of Hailey’s red lips curve. Mischief dances in her green eyes. “You think you’re the man to teach me manners?” She grazes her fingers over her collarbone, between the valley of her breasts, and across her belly button, heading straight for the promised land.
To my left, Arlo groans. The pussy.
“I know I am.” I lick my lips and watch her eyes follow the movement. “Touch that hot snatch before I tell you to, and you won’t come tonight.”
Her jaw drops, but her hand stops immediately at the border of her swollen lips. She huffs and moves her hands to her sides.
“You don’t speak unless spoken to. You don’t make a sound unless I allow it. Break any of these rules, and I won’t touch you again tonight.” I let my gaze slide to Arlo. “And neither will your lover.”
I wait for her outburst and indignation, but she stays obediently silent. Arlo rolls his lips together and clamps them between his teeth.
“Now, this is more like it.” I gesture Hailey forward to the spot on either side of my thighs. “Stand here.”
She obeys quickly, putting her cunt within reach of my mouth and hands. That naughty glimmer still flickers in her gaze. It won’t be there long.
“Tell me your safe word, sunshine.”
“Aria.” Her smirk tells me she doesn’t think she’ll need it. We’ll see.
I snap my fingers and point at the couch. “Arlo, sit.”
He complies without a word.
“Right foot on the coffee table, Hailey.” She lifts her leg and sets her foot on the stone table to my left. The move opens her most intimate parts to me. “Such a pretty pussy. I’d hate to make it bleed.”
Her breath catches, but not a whimper escapes the shocked O of her mouth. Then her breaths come quick and panicked. They flutter her belly and flare her ribs.
I know she hates the sight of blood. I just don’t know why. I don’t like not knowing things about her.
With a quick jerk, I slap the flat of my finger across her cunt. The crack of flesh on flesh fills our intimate space. Her mouth snaps shut, and her frantic breathing evens out.
“I know you have an aversion to blood. I also know that before we’re finished here, you’ll beg me to make you bleed. You won’t fear it because it’s from you and given by me in the name of your pleasure.” I hike a brow. “Nod if you understand.”
Tears slip from her eyes, but she nods like a warrior preparing for battle.
“Wipe your tears and give them to me.” She does, and I suck them off her fingers one at a time. Far, far longer than necessary, I devour her digits. I let my own map the slopes of her feet, the knobs of her ankles, the dip of her knees, the cream of her thighs, the jut of her hips.
I release her last finger and manipulate her hand until she’s flipping me off. Slowly, so she realizes what I’m doing, I shove her finger across her distended clit and into her wet cunt. “Hold it right there. Let it soak for me.”
She clamps her lips tighter and nods in a desperate attempt to hold back a sound.
“Good, needy little slut,” I praise.
Her neck arches, and she draws a deep breath through her nose. She lets it out for a long time.
The top of her breasts has gone red without even a hint of play, which is a shame I haven’t paid them attention. I smack the underside of her breasts in tandem several times.
Hailey’s hips twitch, but her hand stays perfectly still while her breaths grow labored with a hint of a whine trapped behind her clamped lips.
I hold her reddened breasts and pinch her nipples. They roll beautifully between my unforgiving fingers.
My dick weeps in my pants and pulses uncomfortably against my waistband. I release a groan, letting her know how much I appreciate her submission. I smack the tops of her full breasts, making sure to strum contact against her nipples.
“You are the best girl. Dirty and needy, but so good for me. I bet you’re good for Arlo too, creaming all over his dick, his tongue, his fingers.” I smack and pinch her tits on repeat as her breath shuttles faster in and out of her lungs. She’s so close to coming.
Too close.
I stop touching her altogether. She holds back a whine, but just barely. “Give me your finger.”
Hailey pulls it from her pussy and rolls her hand, so she’s flipping me off.
My laugh is buffeted against her wet finger as I slide it into my mouth and suck it clean. “Face away from me and get on all fours, naughty girl.”
The vixen stares at me over her shoulder as she drops down to her hands and knees, one of each on either side of my outstretched legs.
Her ass is… “Fucking phenomenal.” And only a few inches from my chest.
I smack it and watch the ripple of her flesh. Beside me, Arlo banks a groan while Hailey catches a squeal, strangling it like I want her to on my leaking dick.
“Close call.” I spank her ass, one blow after another, reveling in the way her skin takes my marks. Until she hisses.
I fill my hands with her cheeks and spread them apart. “You’re dripping, sunshine. You haven’t come yet, have you?”
“No, Sir.” Her voice is thick with want.
If psychology falls through, she could make good money as a sex-line operator. And I’m the idiot, making her stay quiet. I nod. All in due time.
I shove my thumb into her puckered asshole and massage her silky heat, pressing in deep.
Her breaths whoosh in and out of her, filtering fire through my pant legs onto my shins.
“Don’t come, Hailey.”
She whimpers but nods. Her breaths shift slower in and out of her lungs.
“Good girl.” I smack her ass with my free hand. “You can come on my dick. Whenever you’re ready to see blood, you let me know.” I mold her cheek with my hand and press her inner walls with my thumb and her outer one with my flat fingers.
Her thighs shake.
“Please,” she whines.
“Please, what?” I say, not giving up an inch of my torment.
“Please, fuck me.” Her voice is tattered and thin.
“Ask for what you need, Hailey, not what you want.” I lay my handprint on her ass again.
“Hota?” She sobs. “I’m going to come.”
“No, you’re not.” I go perfectly still.
A sob wracks her body, jerking her like a ripple in a torrent. “I can’t.”
I run a hand up her spine and then down. If she can break through Arlo’s bullshit… “You can do anything, Hailey. I know what you’re capable of. There are no limits on you. I may be calling the shots, but you are in control.”
With a flattened hand, I slap her pussy. “Now, tell me what you need.”
“Fuck me, Hota!” she screams. “Make me bleed!”
“Stand and face me.”
When she turns, my heart breaks a little. Tears streak down her face, and a hunger akin to demonic possession fills her eyes. She needs this. And I’m going to give it to her, even if it kills me.
Because if I can’t give Hailey what she needs, there’s no way I’ll be able to give Arlo what he needs.
I shuck my shirt and sweatpants, tossing them onto the far side of the couch, and then I pull Hailey onto my thighs. I stare into her eyes. “Ask me again.”
“Please, Hota, fuck me so good, you make me bleed just a little.” Her gaze doesn’t waver.
I pull her down to straddle my thighs.
“Arlo?” I bark.
“Yes, Sir.” His voice is thinner than usual, strained against his regret or his want. I’m not sure, but I’m about to find out.
“Spit on my dick,” I command without looking away from Hailey.
Thick quads brush the side of my ass a second later. I bite back a groan. A heavy hand lands on my hip. His thumb in the V of my abdomen and his fingers fanning over the swell of my ass at my lower back. He grips Hailey the same and then lowers his head between us.
His lips slide over the head of my dick.
I swear the world stops fucking spinning.
He slips down my shaft. His tongue caresses the sensitive underside. My dick hits the back of his throat.
“Mother fuck.” My hands clamp into fists, ready for violence or handfuls of hair, which I won’t allow myself.
Arlo gags himself on my length, laves me on the way up, and spits on my tip as he retreats.
“What the fuck?” I snarl, damn near ready to come.
He licks his lips. “I just wanted to be thorough.”
“I’ll remember that.” For the rest of my fucking days.
“I hope so,” he smarts, exerting the dominance he’s not used to shouldering.
“On the couch. Hands and mouth to yourself until I say otherwise.” I glare.
“Yes, Sir.” He obeys with a snarky grin.
When I turn to Hailey, she grabs my face and pulls me to her. Her lips meet mine in a desperate kiss. I fill my hands with her ass, pull her forward, and lift her, dragging her clit over my barbells. Soon, she’s panting against my lips.
“Remember when I said to stay quiet?” I say into her mouth.
“Yes, Sir.” She groans.
“No more quiet, Hailey. I want to hear everything.” I situate my fat head at her entrance and ease her down. Only my dick doesn’t get very far.
“Oh fuck.” She hisses, and I mirror it.
“You’re so tight.” I groan. “How the fuck does his dick fit?”
“I’ve usually had at least three orgasms before he tries to get inside.”
“Spoiled.” I snarl and pull her down, working my base round and round, trying to stretch her.
“I am no—” My invasion steals her breath…for a second. “Oh god. Oh god! Oh god!” she chants, and I’m not even halfway in.
I grab a handful of hair at her nape, cutting off the last exclamation. I jerk her head toward Arlo. “That’s your god, Hailey.” I drag her head back to me. “I’m your devil.”
The fullness of her thighs meets my hand. I stare right into her soul. “Now take it.” I pull her onto my cock as I drive my hips up to meet hers.
Her arms wrap around me. Her fingers dig into my shoulders. Her sobs buffet my neck.
I feel like I’ve gone too far, like I need to apologize, like I need to lay on my belly and let her walk on my back with her pointiest stilettos.
And then she moves.
The perfect heat of her cunt strangles my dick on a tentative glide up. Then down. “Fuck me, Hota, please.”
The snarl that leaves my throat is inhuman. I jerk my hips up, hold her tight, pull to the tip, and then ram home.
Slowly, Hailey’s sobs turn into moans.
I glide my hand from her nape and massage her sore ass, working her up and down my dick. “Look at me, Hailey.”
She levers back and cups my face in her hands. The move presses her tits together and squeezes my fucking heart more.
“You’re fucking stunning, sunshine.” I nip her thumb as she drags it across my lower lip. “Are you ready to come?”
“Yes.” She nods, driving herself up and down my length. “Please.”
I hammer into her slick heat, using my feet and the couch as leverage. “Then soak me, sunshine. Fucking soak me.”
Just one slap of her ass as she’s panting, strangling my dick.
“Yes, fuck.” I ram into her even as I start to spill inside her tight cunt. “Drain me, Hailey. Take it.”
“Yes, fuck, Hota!” She grinds into my pelvic bone and shudders. She screams and spills sweet words into my ears until she’s a limp noodle on my chest.
I smooth her hair back from her face. “Good fucking girl. I’m so proud of you, Hailey.”
“Thank you,” she whispers.
With a finger to her lips, I shake my head. “No, it’s my pleasure.”
“And my pain,” she says with a grin against my lips.
I turn to Arlo. “Go get my bag.”
He stands and a long stream of precum dangles off the tip of his bobbing dick. “Fuck.” His voice rattles as his large hand gathers the wetness and smooths it down his length. He vibrates with need but pushes through the sheet to obey.
“God damn,” I groan. My lips press to Hailey’s hair. “Did I truly hurt you?”
Her head shakes. “Just pushed me. Scared me a little.” She takes a deep breath, as though steadying herself, and then sits up and looks down. “Oh.”
“Were you expecting a bloodbath?”
She shrugs and quirks her precious mouth.
I lift her chin and make her meet my eyes. “I would never make you bleed unless you wanted me to. Thank you for trusting me.” I kiss her lips, then pull back. “Now, lay back on the coffee table and spread your legs wide. If Arlo wants my cum, he can lick it out of your pussy.”
Her whimper ripples over my chest, where she traces the top line of my tattoo with her finger. She presses her lips to mine and pulls off my flagging dick.