40. Hotaru
He touches me like he has to. As though he’ll die if he doesn’t. The desperation in it almost breaks my control. The need to pound into him, to stretch him beyond the point of sanity, to make him mine is so great, I struggle to fill my lungs. But there will be time for pounding and marking later. There will be time for toying.
Now, more than anything else, I want to make this good for him. So good he’ll come in his sleep to the memory alone.
“That’s right. You’re mine.” I slip one slick finger past his tight ring of muscle, and fucking wet silk greets me.
His dick jumps on his belly. He reaches up, intent on stroking himself.
“Don’t you dare touch what’s mine,” I snarl and press deeper into his body.
“Hota,” he whines.
I whirl my fingers and watch him squirm. “No one can touch you unless I say. Not you. Not that little vixen soaking her panties and eyeing your dick like it’s a lolly.” I cut my eyes to Hailey.
She licks her red lips until they glisten.
“Look at her mouth,” I tell Arlo. “Bet her pussy lips are just as wet.”
“Wetter.” Arlo groans.
“You won’t know until I let you.” Adding another finger, I squeeze more of me inside him.
His head thrashes, mussing his already-soaked hair. “Please.” He begs for nothing and everything all at once.
My hand trails up his abdomen, strumming over every notch of muscle as I go. “For so long, I couldn’t do this.” I waggle my fingers, teasing the area around his prostate. “I’m pretty sure we’re all going to have to take the next month off work. Fucking and teasing you is all I want to do.”
“Then fuck me already.” Arlo’s mouth hangs open. Breaths pant in and out. The crease between his brows furrows as though he’s in pain.
“You don’t like this exquisite torture?” I ease a third finger inside.
“Oh fuck.” He huffs. “I’m so full.”
I lean over him, letting my dick slide along his to his salacious groan. I nibble his jaw and drag my cheek along his until I reach his ear. “Not even close.” With that, I strum his prostate.
“Sweet fuck!” His head thrashes from side to side. His hips jerk. “I’m going to come,” Arlo screams.
“Look at me,” I bark.
His squinted eyes pop open, and he looks at me. “Not going to help,” he pants.
“You’re not going to come until I tell you to come.”
I’ve never kicked a puppy, nor would I ever, but Arlo’s expression swears I did just that.
“Say it.” I gather lube from his balls and massage his rim, seeking entry between my fingers and the ring of muscle.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” Arlo heaves.
My pinky finds its way in, and I push forward. “Say it.”
“I’m not going to come until you tell me,” he bellows. “Oh god, I’m never going to come. You’re too big. You’re bigger than your fingers.” He almost sobs.
“Arlo,” I snarl. His gaze shifts from that faraway spot and focuses on me. “Your ass is going to gobble me up, and you’re going to beg for more.”
He whimpers.
“Hailey, clothes off. Let’s see how wet those lips are,” I order.
Arlo’s head snaps to the side, trying his damnedest to view the show. Hailey’s green eyes find mine. She toys with the straps of her dress. There’s a depth to her gaze that tells me she knows her role here and is thrilled to play it. Slowly, she stands and eases closer, and then turns.
The red mane of her hair cascades down her back in a neat ponytail. She eases it to the side and pokes out her ass. Over her shoulder, she bats her lashes at our man. “Can you help me?”
“Goddamn.” Arlo reaches up with one shaking hand, grips the zipper, and tugs.
Inch by glorious inch of creamy flesh is revealed. I should be stretching Arlo wider, but I’m also caught in the warmth of Hailey. The dress falls to the ground. She teases the scrap of fabric she calls panties over her full ass and down her milky thighs, and then bends at the hips.
“Fucking hell,” I hiss. Her pussy is swollen and pink. Her ass is full and round. “I want to slap that thing until it’s red and watch Arlo pound it until you scream.”
They both whimper, which centers my mind.
“He got to taste your mouth earlier. Come sit on his face and give him that pussy,” I say while working my fingers and stretching Arlo’s ass.
“Hota.” Arlo’s head thrashes side to side. “You really are the devil.”
I grin and jerk my chin toward Arlo when Hailey stares at me wide-eyed. “Make me repeat myself and you’ll be taking two cocks in that pretty puss.”
“Oh god.” Hailey scrambles up onto the bed and looks down at Arlo. “I won’t suffocate you.”
“You better.” Arlo hisses while jerking his hips, desperate for friction on his weeping dick.
“Face me.” I hold my free hand out for Hailey, driving my fingers a little deeper into the slick heat.
“You’re so dirty.” She wraps her fingers around mine and holds tight. “I love it.” Her leg swings over Arlo’s shoulder, and she spreads her knees wide.
Hailey’s hips flare wide as she sinks onto Arlo’s face. His lips open, and his tongue welcomes her with an easy stroke. Her head lolls back with a gentle moan. It’s all so sweet and sedate.
“You don’t get my dick until she comes,” I challenge.
Arlo’s wet lips latch around Hailey’s clit, and his throat works on deep, sucking pulls.
“Ahhhh!” Her head snaps forward. Those intelligent green eyes are accusing.
I offer her a wink, release her hand, and yank down the cups of her lace bra. “Are you mine, Hailey?” My fingers skim over the panther inked into her side and the dragon over her heart.
“Yes, Hota.” She gasps. “I’m yours.”
Arlo moans under her. His hips going more and more frantic.
“That’s right.” I lean over and scrape my teeth along her pert nipple. “You’re mine and you’re Arlo’s.” I latch on and tug long and deep as though I expect something to come out.
Maybe one day.
One day, I’ll suckle at one, and Arlo will suckle at the other, and we’ll bathe in the evidence of our claim over each other.
My dick thuds with blood and the need to claim.
I tweak her other nipple and damn near swallow the one in my mouth.
Hailey’s fingers dive into my hair and hold me close. Her hips rock, shaking Arlo’s frame and working him on my fingers. I groan, nearly losing the plot.
“Come for us, sunshine.” I gasp before returning to her nipple and flicking it with my tongue.
Her gasps and moans grow louder.
“Come on his face, so I can taste you when I kiss him, when I claim him. When I shove my dick in his ass so hard, he’ll feel me for days.” I tug her nipple and move my mouth to the other, sucking like a good boy. “Let us milk you, Mommy. Give us your cum.”
“Oh fuck, Hota,” she screams. “Fuck with your dirty, dirty mouth and Arlo’s filthy mouth on me. Fuck!” Her breathing is enough to warrant a weather advisory, and then she’s silent.
For a half second, her body bows. Silence prevails. Just as quickly, it’s vanquished by a shriek that rattles the walls.
“That’s it, Hailey. Give us what’s ours.” I bite her neck, marking her as mine.
When her gaze refocuses, I grab her hand and help her off Arlo’s face. He licks his lips and gasps. “So good."
“Right here.” I ease her back behind his head. “We’re not done with you yet.”
She whimpers and nods and eases herself back onto the pillows.
“Now, fuck me,” Arlo begs.
I pull my fingers from his body.
“Hota?” He heaves. “Please.”
For a moment, I just look at him. My beautiful, unattainable love is open and begging me to love him with my body. The moment is surreal. I’ve dreamed about it a thousand times, and the reality is so much sweeter.
I shift impossibly closer, wedging his ass between my thighs, and ease my hand up to his face. He leans into my touch. His lips caress my wrist.
Without a word, I press my dick to his entrance and ease inside. He’s so tight. I feel like my dick is being strangled. He’s hot too. And so fucking slick.
His hands grip onto my forearm. Panic terrorizes the fringes of my periphery until he uses his hold to pull me closer, to help wedge me deeper in his body.
“Mine.” I grab his shoulders and drive home in every sense of the word.
“Yes.” Arlo nods and gasps and looks right into my fucking soul. “Yours. Always.”
Hot tears slip down my face. I lean forward and attack his mouth. He opens to me, allowing the invasion. His tongue coils with mine, and his lips peck and suck. Kissing him is everything. I can’t believe I waited this long to do it.
“I want to kiss you every day for forever,” Arlo says into my mouth, echoing my mind’s thoughts.
“Yes.” I kiss him more but also wrap my arms around him and ease out just a bit.
He moans against my lips. “More. Please.”
The tips of my mouth kick up. I refrain from saying I told you so.
“Shut up,” he grumbles and nips my lip.
My hips jut forward, and I sink into his smooth, hot ass. I rock into him, pushing as deeply as I can, over and over. The tips of my fingers map his face and chest. They slip down his torso and grip his dick.
I hold it like my favorite possession and ride him through his gasps and curses, into his pleading and babble of admiration.
“Please, let me come. You’re so sexy. I can’t wait. No more. I need to come, Hota. Please.” His chest heaves, and his thighs shake.
Gently, I pull out.
His hands go grabby. “No. Hotaru, aishitemasu.”
He pulls all the punches, whipping out my native language.
“I speak your body’s language better than you speak Japanese.” I press a kiss to his chest over his thumping heart. The salt of his skin sticks to my lips. I lick it off and hum my approval. “Trust me to take care of you.”
Groaning, he slumps back. “I trust you.”
I crook my finger at Hailey.
She crawls to my side. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I wrap my hand around her ponytail and pull her mouth to mine. She kisses me like she needs my lips to breathe. I have to tug her back. “Straddle our lover’s hips, facing him, and slowly wedge his dick inside your cunt.”
“Yes, Sir.” She nods eagerly and climbs onto Arlo, their mouths collide in a torrent, and she flashes her ass at me, raising it high and taunting.
I smack it, pull her hips back, and aim Arlo’s dick. Not asking permission, I impale her on his soaked length.
“Fucking, yes,” Arlo shouts while Hailey gasps.
They both try to jerk their hips, but I hold them still. “Neither of you move.” I smack her ass again for emphasis. “I move you.”
“Oh shit.” Hailey’s head falls onto Arlo’s chest. She sucks air through her nose and exhales out her mouth.
“You okay, sunshine?” My hand slides up her spine.
She nods, shifting her ponytail back and forth along her back. “Yes, just trying not to come yet, Sir.”
“Such a good girl.” I smooth my palms over her shoulders and lean over her to look at Arlo. “Isn’t she such a good girl?”
“The best.” Arlo gasps. Sweat beads along his forehead. “Just like you’re the best boy.”
His praise lights me up like it always does. When he tells me I’m beautiful or strong or perfect, I go gooey inside. For so long, I felt like I wasn’t enough. When your own flesh and blood doesn’t think so, what are you left to believe?
I believe Arlo. I believe Hailey.
They believe in me. They want me. They love me, dark side and all.
“Wrap your arms around each other and hold on.” I lift Arlo’s hips before I finish speaking.
His hole glistens with lube, pulsing and begging for me. I line my dick up with his entrance and push into his heat.
The three of us groan as one, and I’m done waiting. I’m done holding back. “I’m going to fill you with my cum, Arlo, and you’re going to fill our siren sunshine.”
I grip her hips with one hand, Arlo’s thigh with the other, and rock her on the spike of Arlo’s dick while I pound his ass.
Their breathing and the slap of our bodies send me reeling too soon. Control is at the tips of my fingers and slipping further and further away. I spit on Hailey’s exposed rosette and shove my finger in her ass.
“Fuck me!” she screams and lifts her head.
“Hota!” Arlo lifts one hand and reaches for me. I lever over him as much as I can with Hailey between us.
Our eyes meet. So much is said without a word, just as for so long so much was given without a touch. He grips my nape with one hand and drives his heels into my back.
I lose all semblance of myself in the rut, in his eyes, and in Hailey’s cries. I’m soaring, hitting the ceiling and crashing through to a plane I didn’t know existed. Where love and lust and dreams collide. Where everything I’ve never known to want is in my arms.
Arlo is the last to come with a cry and a scream to the stars.
We collapse into a heap of arms and legs and stay the way we’ll be forever if we all get what we want.