16. Hotaru
My heavy leather duffel drops to the cushion-covered floor with a thud. Arlo drops to his knees beside it only half a foot away from where I stand hunched in the fort. His muscles bind with tension from his broad shoulders and run down his flexed forearms. Every dip and rise of his abdomen strains. The deep V points toward his dripping tip.
“Please,” he begs.
The plea sounds foreign on his lips. His full, wet lips.
I study his heavy length, covered in glorious veins. They’re full of blood, filling his impressive girth and making the fat head almost purple.
“Please, what?” My words come out as a growl.
“Please, Sir, I need to come.” There’s no reluctance in him. It knocks me back like an anvil to the chest. If my feet weren’t firmly planted on the floor, bracing my kneel, I’d be on my ass.
I grab his face and turn him toward Hailey, splayed over the coffee table. Her hair spills across the stone, while her open legs reveal her swollen cunt, leaking my cum. “You woke with her in your bed. I’m sure you can wait a little while longer.”
His teeth scrape his lower lip, so close to where my thumb holds his chin. After a moment of drinking her in, his eyes shift to me. “You told me not to come until you say.”
“You didn’t…” My brain goes fuzzy with pride. “After I left…” Pride is the fall because my mouth refuses to articulate.
“No, I haven’t.” Arlo’s hand wraps around my wrist, holding my hand to his face.
It’s an intimate gesture. Suddenly, I feel more exposed than if I walked through Times Square naked. I wouldn’t give a fuck about walking through the city naked. But Arlo’s eyes are intent and open on me.
Goddamn.
“Good.” I choke. Saying thank you and please and I’m scared without saying them at all. I shift his head back to Hailey and then lean close. My lips brush his earlobe. He shivers in my hold.
“If you want my cum, eat it out of her pussy.” I release my grip. “Make her come, and while you’re at it, give me your ass.”
His lust-soaked gaze swings to mine. A hint of fear lingers, but it’s chewed up by his need. “Yes, Sir.”
Arlo crawls to Hailey, making a show of displaying his delectable fucking body. His hip brushes my leg as he passes.
Fuck me.
Just that errant touch is enough to fuel me for months, but now I get to touch him, really touch him, for the first time in years.
My dick is at full mast again.
“Hello, my siren.” He runs a hand up her calf, over her thigh, and cradles her hip in his big hand. “You are so perfect. The best girl.”
Hailey snags her lip in her teeth. Her gaze flies to me in question, wanting to know if she can speak. My chest goes hot, and my head floats somewhere above my body.
Fucking hell. The obedience. The trust. This woman.
“I want to hear everything,” I announce as I reach for my bag and unzip it, trying to find a way to keep my head and heart in check with these two.
“Arlo,” Hailey rasps. Her throat is thick with desire and devotion.
I fight against the jealousy flaring hot in my gut.
I’m not resentful of their love in any way, but fucking green that I’m a guest. I should be nothing but grateful to witness their connection. To share in it, if even in proxy.
Every manner of torture and pleasure device is revealed fastened safely in their leather clips inside.
“What’s in the bag?” Her voice holds no hint of trepidation, only curiosity.
“Any kinky thing you can conjure, for the most part.” I remove two items and set them on the coffee table next to Haley’s waist.
Sunshine’s cheeks go pink as she smiles. “Two anal trainers. Three assholes in the fort. Someone’s getting left out. Doesn’t seem fair.”
Arlo’s laughter fills the cocoon of blankets and cushions. He muffles it against Hailey’s creamy thigh as he kisses her.
“Always thinking of others.” I reach into my bag and pull out the largest of the trainers. “You two can rock, paper, scissors for this one while I warm him up.” I grab the bottle of massage oil and kneel between Arlo’s legs.
I place my hand on the small of his back and refrain from smacking his ass, but only barely. “Better yet, the first one to come gets the big one.”
My best friend, the love of my whole damn life, dives into Hailey’s pussy like it’s the planet’s only water source.
“Oh fuck!” Hailey squeals.
Oh fuck is right.
I’ve died and somehow made it to heaven.
Must have been my charitable donations.
Arlo’s muscles are unforgiving under my touch. Every gentle stroke of my fingers finds another line of sinew, another relentless ridge. He’s hard. Hailey’s soft. They’re both more than I can fathom.
I drip oil in a line down his back and work it into his skin, shoulders down. He groans into his lover’s cunt while she curses and fights off the orgasm he’s threatening her with.
The longer I work, the looser he becomes. His ridges, while still imposing, are pliant against my fingers. “That’s it,” I coax.
I spill oil across the globes of his ass and dribble it in a waterfall down his thighs. Knowing him, I work his thighs first, rolling the dense muscles between my hands. Fuck, knowing him, I’m awed that my hands are even on his skin, much less working him over.
Holding hands while ice skating was otherworldly amazing. This is unfathomable. My wildest fucking fantasy come to life.
His dick hangs heavy between his legs, soaking the comforter underneath with a string of precum. “I don’t know who’s wetter, you or Hailey. You’re absolutely dripping, Arlo.”
“Hota?” Hailey whines.
“Yes, sunshine?”
“You’re not helping.” She pants. Her face is screwed up tight.
“Maybe I am.” I grab Arlo’s dick at the base with my oiled hand and milk it with one heady stroke.
The guttural moan that rattles in Arlo’s chest and smacks against Hailey’s pussy is battleground worthy. That string that’d been holding on tangles in my fingers. I work it up him and down once more.
“Think of how good that slick trainer will feel in your ass while Arlo pounds your sore cunt,” I taunt.
They both whine and curse, all sense of decorum gone. Not that there was much to begin with. I smile and remove my hand from Arlo’s thick dick. He whines even more while his hips twitch in search of friction.
“Be a good boy,” I whisper in his ear.
His hips still, but his attack on Hailey doubles.
“Fuck yes, Arlo! Oh fuck, Hota! Yes. Yes. Yes.” Hailey’s hands latch onto Arlo’s head, threading through his hair as she rides his face to climax.
That she included me in it…
Once more, goddamn.
I begin to work the oil into the globe of Arlo’s ass, slowly stroking closer and closer as Hailey recovers and he breathes against her belly. I squirt a stream down his crack.
Arlo jerks and moans.
“She deserves another, taking one for the team and all,” I prod while my fingers do the same, running down the crease of muscle on either side of Arlo’s crack.
He groans, but lowers his belly and flares his ass for me. His big hands mold Hailey’s reddened breasts.
I praise him with a deep hum and deeper fingers.
When I drag my middle finger methodically down between his cheeks, he shivers. Gooseflesh pebbles the skin across his back. I cup his balls and hold them possessively while my other slick hand works his dick.
Back and forth, I stroke his length and run my finger over his puckered hole.
“Jesus fucking fuck.” Arlo levers off Hailey and shoves three fingers deep inside her cunt while his hips rock into my touch. “Yes, fuck. Please, don’t stop, Hota.”
I stop.
His begging is enough to put me in an early grave. I’ve heard his pleas in my dreams, but nothing compares to the real thing.
He groans but continues to work Hailey’s pussy with his fingers. I grab the smallest silicone toy with three little nodules, slick it with my oiled hands, and drag the tip over Arlo’s rosette.
“Please, fuck,” he begs.
My head is shaking. I blink at the sight before me. Arlo open and ready for me and my touch. “How, Arlo? How is this okay?”
“Hota.” His head sags, and he pants.
For a long moment, I know I’ve fucked it all up. How could I not? This is huge, and I just pointed it out.
“I don’t know, but please.” He gasps. “I need you to…” He looks back over his shoulder. Pure need and desperation contort his perfect features. “Help me make new memories, Hota.”
I nod and ease the first node inside him.
“I need you to own my ass.” His eyes close.
I work the trainer in tight circles. His breathing goes into overdrive. I push a bit harder, and his perfect ass sucks the last two with no problem. I massage his dick, paying special attention to the tip.
“Oh fuck!” He rests his head on Hailey’s thigh, still working her as he pumps his hips. “Please make me come. Oh, Hota. Fuck, Hailey, come with me.”
His shoulders bunch, along with the hundreds of tiny muscles in his back. His hips flex.
“Oh shit, yes!” Hailey bows off the table, her eyes hungry on Arlo and me. “Fuck, you two.” She squeezes her tits, tweaks her nipples, and screams.
“Hota!” Arlo spills into my hand. One hot stream after another.
I shimmy toward Hailey, grab the largest anal trainer, and coat it with Arlo’s release.
They both curse and gasp and curse some more. Their eyes lock on what I’m doing. “Legs up and wide, sunshine.” More cursing. I move fast because if I stop for a moment to think about the magnitude of what just happened, I’ll spontaneously combust, and I don’t want to miss a second in this magic fort.
“You’re so dirty.” Hailey grabs her legs and does as I say, her cunt still pulsing with her orgasm. “I love it.”
My lips tip up, and I work the small end across her soaked asshole. I get the first nodule in, and she’s panting. Her nipples are hard as hell.
From out of nowhere, a sweaty forehead nuzzles my shoulder. Arlo’s heavy arm drapes across my back, and he pulls me close. He’s hugging me. It’s not the first time this has happened, but it’s only like the third. It’s definitely the first naked one.
My fucking heart gets lodged in my throat.
“Fuck me.” Hailey bucks under my hand. Two nodules are now firmly embedded in her ass.
“You’re doing so well, sunshine.” I work her clit with my sopping hand.
Arlo’s lips skate across my back. “So are you,” he praises.
I shiver.
“This isn’t even close to fair.” Hailey snatches up the midsize trainer and holds it out to Arlo. “Fill him up.” She gestures to me. As if any of us could mistake who or what she’s implying.
I brace for him to decline.
When I should brace for his compliance.
Holy fucking fuck!
He grabs the oil and coats the trainer, then grabs my nape in his relentless hand. “Bend and breathe.” He doesn’t give my brain time to register the command before he shoves my face toward Hailey’s thigh and drags the oil-slicked silicone over my asshole.
“Oh god!” I bellow and shove the trainer deep inside Hailey as Arlo breaches my tight wall of muscle.
“The name’s Arlo.” The bulbous knob retreats. “Get it right.”
Now my dick is dripping. My lips are on Hailey’s skin, and I’m breathing her in, in gulps. “Arlo.”
He puts me out of my misery and adds a knob, and then the next. One more to go. It fits easily. While I’ve never taken a dick up the ass, I’ve had plenty of things inserted over the years. I only ever wanted one up there, and it was never a possibility.
“Please,” I beg, and he gives me what I asked for while I give Hailey the full length of her trainer. If only I could have the real thing. Arlo in me.
I swear my eyes roll back in my head at the thought.
“I’m so full,” Hailey pants. Her hands toy with my hair while Arlo’s hands skate up my sides.
I feel high. Floaty and weightless with their attention, their care, and their hands on me.
“Not yet, you’re not.” I kiss her leg and manage to right myself. “Legs together while I give Arlo a little taste.”
Her eyes track me as I turn on her lover. His gaze is locked on my dick. He licks his lips. I sit on the edge of the sofa, where Hailey can easily see. Damn, she’s a sight, strewn across the table with marks all over her gorgeous skin. The length in my ass smarts, and I bite back a moan.
I settle my unflinching gaze on Arlo. His drained dick is long and proud, fully hard against his belly again. “Did you like the taste you stole earlier?”
“Yes.” His gaze devours my dick whole.
“Come closer.” I point between my feet.
He shuffles close, careful not to touch me. For the first time, I know it’s because I haven’t permitted him yet, instead of his aversion to touch.
I press my lips to his forehead and draw in a deep breath. He smells like the ocean, vast and seemingly never-ending. Then I straighten. “Do you want a real taste with Hailey’s cum and mine?”
“Please.” He places a tentative hand on my thigh, and I have to stop myself from coming immediately.
“I won’t take your throat, and you won’t finish me today. Understood?” I narrow my gaze at him. As open as he is right now, I don’t want to scare him or make him backtrack.
“Understood.”
“Then suck my dick, Arlo.”
His hands run up my thighs, mapping skin he hasn’t touched in decades. He’s so big between my legs, whereas Hailey is so slight. I chance a look at her and find her smiling at us as though she can’t quite believe what’s happening.
Me fucking either.
Arlo’s hot lips land on my left knee and slowly skate up, licking and nibbling my hot flesh as he goes. Just when I think I can’t take any more sweetness without sobbing, he cups my balls and tugs.
“Motherfuck,” I hiss.
“Tell me, Hailey, what’s it like to have this monster cock down your throat?” Arlo demands.
Her moan filters its way to us. “Forbidden. Dirty in the best possible way. It tickles and hurts, but so good.”
I groan, and then my brain goes completely the fuck offline for a minute. I blink at my best friend. My pierced dick disappears between his lips and then hits the back of his throat and sinks deep into the tight hole.
“That’s incredibly hot.” Hailey gasps, toying with her nipples.
Hot?
Try molten. Mind-melting.
Arlo's lips wrapped around my dick, his throat strangling me, and Hailey’s stunningly used body sprawled for our eyes.
It feels too good. Too overwhelming. Like my mind and body have hit a major malfunction.
He gags on me.
I pull him up by his cheeks and turn his face to look at me. I don’t know what I intend to say or why I don’t want him choking on me when it’s a thing I strive for with everyone else who’s had their mouth on me.
“Let me,” he begs. “Let me make you feel good.”
I want to tell him that holding my hand will make me feel good. I want to tell him that his gagging on my cock terrifies me.
What if he has a flashback?
What if he never touches me again?
“Trust me like you always have.” He places his hand over mine on his face. The warmth seeps into my skin. “Because I’m finally starting to trust myself.”
I nod.
His lips graze my fingertips two at a time without missing one. He shoves my hands into his hair and lowers his head to my dick.
He pumps a hand up my base while his lips shove down my hot length. His lips form a mean suction around me, and he pulls up to the tip. His hand pushes down to meet my groin.
It feels like I’m being pulled apart, then shoved back together.
Sweet fucking Christ, it’s amazing. He’s amazing.
“You’re so fucking amazing,” I praise while he exerts the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain onto my body.
When I grip his hair, he moans. It vibrates through his chest and seeps into my legs. It rumbles in his throat and steeps my dick in pure decadence.
My hips scream to pump into his mouth, but I hold perfectly still.
I drink in every pull and push, every lap and suck, every noise that filters from his lips. I hope every single one stains my brain like yakisugi.
Too soon, I’m tugging at his hair, desperate for him to release me. Pressure gathers low in my spine, and I’m fighting the urge to drown him in my cum. He refuses to move unless it’s up and down my dick.
My panicked gaze lifts, frantic for a disorganized desk or incorrect math problem to take my mind off the mounting pleasure. I find a fuckable Hailey instead.
“Oh fuck,” I pant. “Oh fuck.”
Hailey’s lips quirk. She sees my fear, and her eyes go soft. “Trust him. He’ll take care of you.” She nods, presses her breasts together, jiggles them, and moans.
“Vixen.” I hiss and finally let my hips move.
Bliss knocks me sideways. I fall back against the couch and moan. My hands form fists in Arlo’s hair, guiding him where I need him, and he lets me shove deep inside him.
“Fuck, Arlo! You make me lose my fucking mind. Oh fuck, Hailey!” I pump one last time. “Arlo, I’m going to come.”