27. Hotaru
“When can we go?” Sunshine’s eyes are as wide as her smile, blinging around my kitchen. Her presence makes the place warmer than it’s ever been.
“You like hockey?” I say, scrubbing the last of the dishes used to create Arlo’s master chef meal.
“No.” Her nose scrunches like I’ve said something vile. Then her smile absolutely explodes across her face. “I love hockey.”
“Really?” Arlo’s head pops up from the cabinet, where he put away the pot and saucepan he dried.
He’s hotter than the fucking stovetop with his shirt off and a pair of my sweats hanging low on his hips. I want to drag them down and suck him off with Hailey’s help.
“Yes.” She pulls her feet under her and props up as though gravity can’t hold her down. “I didn’t know a thing about it until Nat started dating a few hockey players when I was younger. They’d try to get in her good graces any time I visited by giving us front-row tickets. Nat wanted nothing to do with it after the first game, but by then, I was hooked.”
Her smile dims, and her gaze goes far off for a moment.
I turn off the water and dry my hands. “What is it?”
She grins at me. “I was nine. It was the year the Rangers made it to the Stanley Cup playoffs. I stayed with Nat because my parents were going through a rough patch. It was before my blood aversion took hold.”
Her wink is unexpected. It makes my cheeks go hot.
Me?
Yes, me.
“It was only supposed to be for a week, but I ended up staying for months. They pulled me out of school and did whatever kind of workaround chronically sick kids do. I still don’t know how they managed it.”
Her smile is gone now. She blows a heavy breath that shakes her cheeks, then looks at me. The edges of her smile return.
And the warmth in my cheeks moves to my chest.
“Those guys skated like they had wings. The game's tempo made it impossible to look anywhere but at the puck. It sucked me in and gave me something else to think about.”
“Then it’s settled.” Arlo rounds the counter and scoops her into his arms. “We’re going.”
“When?” she squeals as he tosses her over his shoulder.
I’m already searching the schedule and looking at tickets. “Next Sunday or the following Tuesday?” Then I remember Arlo is a billionaire. “Or we can take lover boy’s jet and support them on an away game tomorrow.”
“Hell yeah.” Arlo nods.
“Tomorrow?” Hailey squeals, still upside down. Then she slaps a hand over her mouth for a second. Her head shaking. “No, that’s wasteful. I can wait a few days.”
“Not a chance, sunshine.” I crouch low and show her my phone screen. “I already bought tickets.”
“Those are so close to the ice!” She smacks Arlo’s butt in pure, unadulterated excitement.
“You’ll be able to hear their teeth rattle.” I straighten and smack her ass.
“Is it bad that I’m excited to see blood now?” Her vibrant red hair hangs long over her face, but she tries to peek out from behind it.
I smooth it back and show her the grin that’s hurting my cheeks. “Fuck no.”
Her squeal is glass-breaking, and I love it. I love this. Her excitement. Arlo’s wide grin and gorgeous body on display.
I love Hailey.
Before my brain can get carried away worrying, I adjust my quickly growing dick. “To the bed. Both of you sitting at the end, pants off. Now!” I point toward my room. “I have some apologizing to do.”
Hailey’s laughter echoes down the hallway, blending with Arlo’s and mine. There’s a lightness in my chest that hasn’t been there before. It’s really fucking nice.
Arlo tosses Hailey on the bed and dives on after her. His lips nip at her skin, tickling her neck and chest through the deep V of her blouse while his hands tease their way down to her flowy trousers. I stand at the foot of the bed, watching every kiss and caress, until Hailey screams.
In her defense, if Arlo’s head was between my thighs, I’d scream too. I’m pretty sure I did. I’m also sure I need to send my neighbors thanks-for-not-calling-in-noise-complaint gift baskets.
“Hota!” Hailey cries. Her hands grasp at the covers. “He’s making me…” Arlo’s pointed tongue flicks at her swollen clit. Gasp. “…be a bad girl.”
I step behind Arlo’s ass and peer down at Hailey. Her lips are red and wet from his tongue. “Seeing him make you be a bad girl makes my dick hard.”
“Let me see?” she begs.
“Maybe when you’re being a good girl,” I tease.
“I want to be a good girl.” Her moan is bawdy. “Make him stop.”
“Do you really want him to stop?” My gaze narrows on her.
“Yes. No. I don’t know.” Her hips arch, telling me she’s on the verge of shattering. “Help me.”
I lean over, pressing my chest against Arlo’s back. My dick nestles between his covered cheeks.
His groan rattles my belly.
“Oh, fuck. Arlo, don’t make me a bad girl.” Hailey’s neck strains toward the ceiling, surely feeling the groan on her clit.
“Arlo?” I nip his ear. He makes a feral noise that causes Hailey’s head to thrash back and forth, tossing her red hair around. “Do you want to be a good boy?”
He grinds his hips back onto my dick.
How easy would it be, after all these years, to pull his pants down and sink myself home?
Not that easy.
Like Hailey, Arlo has demons to slay before that can happen, no matter how much he’s provoking me.
Still, it’s good to test theories.
I tug his pants down to his thick thighs and slap my palm hard on his exposed cheek.
Every muscle in Arlo’s body locks up. It creates the most stunning topographical map over his back. Canyons and peaks, winding rivers and desolate plains.
Fuck. I knew it. Disappointment still sours on my tongue.
He’s trying. I can see that. Goddamn, I can feel it with every pulse. My ass thrums. Something I never thought possible. Yet with me behind him, he’s scared.
I don’t blame him at all. If I went through half of what he endured under the hand of his sadistic uncle, I’d have ended myself long ago. Yet here he is. Successful. Adoring. And trying his damn best.
“Shhh.” I soothe the area with gentle strokes that work up his sides and over the scars of his past.
Hailey’s hands are in his hair and along his face. Her words are soft, breathing life into him.
“We’ve got you, and we’re never letting you go.” I coast my hands up his spine and bring my lips back to his ear. “Now, tell me, whose pussy are you eating, Arlo?”
His throat works on a swallow. “Our pussy.”
The thinness in his voice stabs me while his words mend the wound. I’d expected him to say Hailey’s or his pussy.
But ours?
My brain goes offline for a second and then reboots.
“Then you better be a good boy and make her come.” I kiss my way down his neck and run my lips over every last scar on his back.
Hailey shrieks. Arlo’s hips buck, seeking friction.
Gently, slowly, I reach around and palm him.
“Yes, please.” Arlo muffles against Hailey’s cunt.
“Only if you make her come again.” I hold him gently, enjoying the weight of his dick and the silk of his skin.
“Easy.” He slides two fingers inside Hailey’s tight body and curls them.
“Can’t give a girl a minute?” She groans, clutching at her breasts beneath her shirt.
“Nope,” Arlo says before burying his face in her swollen pussy.
“Can’t take it, sunshine?” I waggle a brow at her. “I can always take over?”
Her head shakes. “You wouldn’t let me come until tomorrow.” She pants.
“And you’d enjoy every minute of the torture, wouldn’t you?” I grin and tighten my hand around Arlo’s shaft.
“Yes,” they shout in unison. Arlo’s more muttered than hers.
The muscles in his shoulders bunch and stretch as he works her deep inside. His hips jerk, trying to fuck my hand.
“Still your hips, or I stop.” I nip his shoulder. When his hips quit jerking, I give him a long, clean stroke. “Good boy. Now eat that pussy like you want to come.”
His head shakes back and forth between her thighs while his fingers curl and rub.
“Fucking shit.” Hailey’s eyes are vivid and intense on us. “You two are so fucking hot. I could come just from watching you touch each other.”
I reach forward, pressing into Arlo’s back so hard I might be suffocating him, and then pinch her right nipple hard. “Come for him.”
“How about I come for both of you?” Her head lolls back.
“Do it,” I snarl.
Her thighs quake. “Yes, Sir,” she barks, then arches off the bed.
Arlo works her through her release. I sit back on my knees, squeeze him hard, and stroke him fully for the first time. My dick rubs against his ass while my free hand anchors a grip on his hip.
“Fuck!” He shifts upright. I’m about to stop when he reaches a hand back and grips my nape. His head turns, and he attacks my mouth.
The taste of Hailey’s arousal is tangy and rich on his tongue. I moan into him, and he swallows it down before I realize he’s not supposed to be kissing me yet. Per my stupid, stupid rule. His body is so big and hard against me.
He rips his lips from mine and gasps. “That wasn’t a kiss. It was a taste.”
“Christ.” My dick pulses.
“I love being wedged between you,” Arlo growls. His hand is still tight on my nape while his other grips Hailey’s calf.
“Just imagine your dick buried in Hailey while I pound your ass. How’s that for wedged between?” I tug his balls and increase my speed, jerking him hard.
“I want it. Yes, fuck. Hota.”
This time when his muscles tense, it’s for the cum barreling out his dick and painting Hailey’s cunt.
“Perfect.” I kiss his shoulder and let my gaze devour Hailey in her post-orgasmic bliss. Red cheeks. Flushed pussy. Adoring green gaze. “Fucking perfect.”
“Almost.” Arlo uses my euphoria against me, pulling Hailey up and flipping me over his shoulder.
“Dammit.” That’s the second time he’s bested me today.
He’s on top in an instant, and I can’t find it in me to be truly mad about the fact. His lips graze mine, pushing that boundary yet again. Before I raise hell, he slides down my body, laving at my tattoos.
All of a sudden, Hailey is there, mirroring his movements on my other side.
Their open mouths and tongues tease me from nip to hips. Their hot breaths seep into my blood.
Arlo yanks my sweats off my legs and tosses them away. He moves the tendrils of Hailey’s hair from her face and watches her tongue taunt the tip of my dick.
“Wait.” He leans forward and pulls her mouth off me. Their lips crash together only an inch from my leaking head. Their tongues tangle, then pull apart. “With me.”
Their heads lower.
Wet heat envelops my dick from each side. The swell of their lips touch as they wrap my jerking flesh in a kinky kiss.
Then they move in tandem. Down my dick, their mouths slide together while their tongues lap.
“Fuck, yes.” My eyes shut against the pleasure that races up my spine, but I force my lids open. I won’t miss a second of this. My yin and yang, molding together to form a perfect fit around me.
The tips of my fingers slip into their hair, reveling in the differences. Short and course. Long and soft.
Hot and fucking hot!
The sipping and sucking sounds make me pant. My hips begin to work, dragging my dick through their kiss at a frantic pace. All my discipline vanishes.
“Not yet,” Arlo says, pulling back from my dick and taking Hailey with him.
My fingers are empty, and my dick pulses with need.
A whine fills the room. It takes me a moment to realize it’s mine.
Hailey’s smile is devious.
I’m about to tell them they’ll pay for this tenfold when Arlo parts my thighs and crawls between them. My tongue goes thick in my mouth. He grips my thighs and shoves my knees high, opening me to him like I was only a few hours ago.
“Don’t move, love,” he barks.
All I can do is nod and puzzle over the endearment. I was raised in the UK. Everyone called anyone love. It’s not special. Arlo spent time there. I’ve never heard him refer to anyone as love.
Is it special, or is it nothing?
He coaxes Hailey next to him with a curl of his finger. When she meets him between my spread thighs, he twirls her red locks into a knot, and kisses her mouth. “I want you to deep throat him like you’d love nothing more than to die on his cock.”
“My pleasure.”
Arlo and I watch my dick disappear behind her pink lips. The move has us all groaning. Then Arlo drops down onto his belly.
His firm hands hold me wide open. The slick of his tongue runs up the seam of my nuts.
“Jesus, fuck.”
He sucks my bare balls into his mouth and tugs. Hailey’s tight throat hugs my dick. She works me in deep, up and down without a breath. Slurps and gulps fill my ears while our moans create a symphony.
Within a minute, my gasps reach the crescendo.
My body bows. My hips jerk.
“Up.” Arlo pulls Hailey off my dick, but it’s too late. There’s no stopping the pleasure from vibrating through my body and rocketing up from my damp balls.
He grips my shaft, jerks me twice, and pulls her face to my head along with his.
“Oh fuck you.” My jaw clenches, and my cum flies into their mouths between their kiss. “Fuck you.”
I don’t mean to curse them, but they’re ruining me for anyone else. Right. Like I haven’t been ruined from the moment I laid eyes on these two.