44. Hotaru
“Judge, huh?” Hard wonders aloud as he works a new ribbon into my chest. This one is close to my looping dragon, designed so he watches over her.
Her.
My geisha is not traditional in any way. Even her classic susohiki is pulled down over her shoulders and chest, revealing the intricacy of the dragon tattooed on her chest. The shirts flow longer than usual, billowing out over the field she stands in with two swords peeking out from behind her back. Arlo and I are there to protect her.
Her hair flows long and free all around her. And red. The only bit of color on my front.
“For the sixth time, yes.” I smile. “If you ask me again, I’ll wrestle the tattoo gun from you, knock you out cold, and sign my new name on your ass with it.”
“Okay. Okay.” He throws his hands up in defense. “It’s just quick is all. I’m trying to catch up.”
I toy with the rings on my left finger. It’s a stack of three slim tungsten bands, one representing each of us.
They represent our love and what we bring to each other.
Arlo proposed three weeks ago. In that time, we have new names and new rings and a whole new life together. Let’s not forget the honeymoon in the French countryside.
“Yeah, it’s fast and also perfect.” I swallow the lump forming in my throat.
Arlo, or more accurately, Natalia, is planning a party to celebrate our union stateside. It will be a gaudy affair with the who’s who of the world. In lieu of gifts, they’re setting up three options for charitable donations. Hailey’s, my barely off the ground organization for college students in need, and one Arlo has yet to choose.
Luckily, we have a few months.
Nat is vying for June at the plaza, like a real wedding, but the thing is booked until forever. She’s tried to convince Arlo to buy the place.
We couldn’t care less about the where, as long as we’re there together.
“Who’s bottoming?” Hard asks as he dips the needle into the pool of black once more.
“Seriously?” I glare at him.
“What?” He makes a face that would scare a small child. “We’re both in the life. I know you’re no prude. Hell, I’ve seen you fuck. It was a goddamn art installation.” His big hand waves away my outrage as he starts poking again. Literally and metaphorically. “You’re both pretty dominant. Every time I think I have it figured out, I second-guess myself.”
“Are you done yet?” I grouse.
“I can’t be the only one to ask.” He wipes his brow. “Karris is a mouthy fucker too.” Hard groans. “And what a fucking mouth.”
“If you pop wood while working on me, I’ll stab you,” I grumble.
“And I’ll hide the body,” says a new and very familiar voice. It rumbles across my body with its thin tone.
My husband.
“I’ll watch,” Hailey chimes sweetly.
My wife.
It’s my turn to groan.
“If you pop wood while I’m working on you, I’ll charge double.” Hard huffs. “Or y’all could just show me, answer my question, and I won’t charge at all.” He turns up a hand.
“What’s the question?” Arlo asks, coming closer.
“Don’t encourage him,” I grumble.
“Who’s bottom?” Hard points between me and Arlo. “He won’t tell me, and I can’t figure it out.”
“You’re not supposed to ask that.” Hailey rumples her upper lip at him.
“Hey, it’s me, not some homophobe,” Hard tries to defend.
“Still.” Hailey rolls her eyes.
Arlo leans over me and presses his lips to mine.
Still, no matter how, when, or where it happens, I’m flabbergasted that this man is mine. When he tongued me in front of Mio at the office, I’m pretty sure she and I both died on the spot.
I hum my approval against his mouth as I taste a hint of pussy on his lips.
A gasp fills the room.
Arlo stands, and I focus on Hailey. Her hand is over her mouth, and her gaze is locked on my new tattoo. “Is that?”
“It is,” I assure her. Arlo smiles between us.
“It’s beautiful.” She blinks.
“It hardly does you justice.” I hold out my hand, and she comes to me.
“Hey, I take offense,” Hard says.
I ignore him and tug Hailey down for a kiss. A kiss that tastes distinctly like her pussy and my husband’s cum.
“Naughty, naughty girl.” I nip her lips.
“Would you have me any other way?” she purrs.
“Not a chance.” But I most assuredly have a semi, and Hard’s elbow is coming damn close to finding out about it.
“Same deal as before.” Arlo gestures toward the door.
Hailey straightens, looking as confused as I feel.
“Give me a minute,” Hard grumbles, wiping down his work harder than necessary.
“Ouch.” I glare.
“Don’t be a pussy.” He turns and grabs the ointment and clear wrap to cover the tattoo. “You’ll get one in a second.”
My glare turns absolutely menacing. We’ll have to find a new artist. I’m about to rip this one’s eyes from his sockets and his tongue from his mouth.
Hailey lays a hand on my bare chest. She’s shucked her coat, revealing the outfit from my closet that’s intrigued me since the day she and Arlo moved in. Three thin black leather straps snatch her waist, while two more create an X in the valley of her breasts. Underneath a sheer black crop top does little to cover her chest. The flare of her hips is covered in one of her signature long flowy skirts.
I’d bet my savings she has nothing on underneath.
She crouches low. Her lips press against my ear. “He’s not wrong.”
What little blood I had in my brain rushes south, heating my dick.
“Fuck, man.” Hard hisses, coating my tattoo in ointment. He slaps the plastic over the raw skin and then hightails it, closing the door as he leaves.
Hailey looks back over her shoulder at Arlo. “Fuck, man.” She grins. “Sounds like a plan.”
When her green gaze hits me, it’s like getting gut punched and loving it.
The tips of her mouth turn up in a sinister grin. Her hands slide to my pants. The sound of my belt being unbuckled and my zipper singing fills the room.
“You two have done this before? Here?” I share a look between them.
“Not this exactly.” Hailey winks, pulling out my pierced dick. “Just a little BJ action.”
“Seems like you’ve already done that today.” I grin, watching her stroke beads of precum to my tip.
“He had to get me ready. The least I could do was repay the favor.” She jerks my pants down to my thighs and then straightens. Her skirt hits the floor, revealing knee-high black boots and her pretty pink pussy.
“What favor?” My lips ache to clamp over her sweet clit and suckle.
“He had to prep me.” She climbs onto the table and straddles my hips.
“Prep you for what?” I groan.
Arlo clears his throat.
He shifts closer to the table, slowly rolling his sleeves up his muscled forearms. “Double penetration.”
I choke on my tongue.
Hailey takes my shock as an invitation to slide her slick pussy up my length, strumming her clit on every bar as she goes.
“Oh fuck.” I grip her thighs, pull her down harder, and press my hips forward.
“Oh fuck, yes.” She purrs.
“I thought we were saving that for a storm party?” I manage.
“The weather isn’t cooperating, and I’m impatient.” Her chin arches toward the ceiling, bowing the rest of her body in turn. I take the opportunity to pinch her nipples through the black fabric.
“You’re spoiled,” I counter.
“More,” she begs, proving my point. I swear the tail on her oblique of the panther swishes in interest.
Arlo laughs. It’s an unusually devious and carefree sound. One we’ve heard more in the last week. He opens the fly of his pants and extricates his perfect dick. “You’re about to have all you can handle, just as soon as you come on his cock.”
I grip her hips to impale her, so she can do as he says. Now that I have partners for more than a quick fuck, I’m learning just how amazing pleasure domination can be. I’ll never fully give up pain with my pleasure. It adds so much to the play. But that side of me can happily take a back seat for the sake of a few stunning orgasms.
“Uh-uh.” Arlo tsks, finding a bit of pleasure in withholding.
“Sadist,” I grumble. Then I grab him by the balls and yank him forward.
His fingers plow into my hair, and he squares me with a look that would knock me flat if I weren’t already there. “Suck me, husband.”
“Oh god.” I groan.
“Arlo,” he corrects, feeding his length through my lips.
I choke on his fat head, instead of responding.
“So sexy, watching those lips stretch around your cock.” Hailey pants. “Fuck his mouth good.” She moans while slicking my dick with her wet pussy.
Fuck .
My gaze jumps between the people I love, their jaws clenched in ecstasy. I have to breathe through my nose to keep from shooting off too soon. Who needs a storm outside the windows when I have these two?
“Goddamn.” Arlo jerks out of my throat and my mouth altogether. “Come,” he barks at Hailey while keeping his flushed dick out of my reach.
I lick my lips and reach around Hailey, toying with her ass. The tight rosette is already lubed up and ready for action. I don’t even get my finger inside before the pucker pulses against my fingers.
“Yes, Sir,” she screams as her body arches and the circles of her hips get smaller and smaller.
Guess Arlo bought out the whole shop or Hailey just gives no fucks.
Either way, I love it. I love them.
He presses a button with his foot. The table lowers.
Hailey peppers my chest with kisses. Her auburn hair cascades over my belly, tickling my sides. Her fingertips trace the outside of my newest tattoo. “You didn’t have to mark your skin for me.”
“I wanted to.” I cup her face, pull her higher, and crash our mouths together.
Her tongue slides along mine. Too soon, she pulls back. Her hands bracket my neck, plumping her breasts in my face. “I’m permanent whether I’m on your skin or not.”
“Yes, you are.” I tug her forward. Her hands slide off my neck and slap onto the leather chair on either side of my head. My lips close over her nipple.
Not a moment later, Arlo’s weight settles over my thighs.
Hailey and I both groan.
“Is this plump ass ready to take my cock?” Arlo torments us with his words.
“Yes, Sir.” She grips my hair and holds me to her breast as though oxygen is optional.
Hell, Arlo’s filthy mouth already stole the breath in my lungs.
I nod against Hailey’s breast, tugging her nipple. I’m not the only reason she gasps though. Her torso jerks.
“Look at this pretty pink hole, slick and ready for me.” Arlo growls. “I can’t even tell you wore a plug the whole way here.”
“Oooooh.” She moans and my dick jerks between us.
“Just wait until Hota gets ahold of this thing,” Arlo torments. “He’ll have you gaping. He loves to pound an asshole, doesn’t he?”
“Fucking fuck, Arlo.” I hiss, and then latch on to Hailey’s other nipple. “Put it in already.”
“Who’s impatient now?” His laugh is jubilant.
“Us,” Hailey and I scream together.
“Put what in?” He grabs my dick and slides it along Hailey’s swollen pussy lips. I open my mouth to speak, and then Arlo’s dick slides alongside mine. His presses opposite to mine, running along her slick heat.
“Arlo!” I whimper.
“Beg me,” he demands.
“Please.” My forehead meets Hailey’s neck.
“What did you tell me? I know you think that’s begging.” He pulls his dick away.
I groan but also agree. It was a terrible attempt at getting what I want. What we all want.
“Husband, love of my life, please stuff your big wet dick into our wife’s asshole, guide me into her hot pussy, and fuck us until we can only scream your name,” I demand.
“Please, Arlo.” Hailey lays her chest on mine and arches her ass into the sky. “Fuck your wife up the ass and feel your husband’s cock inside her while you do it.” She screams the last word as Arlo lines his thick dick up with her entrance and breaches her tight asshole. “Yes. Yes. Oh fuck.”
“You two slay me.” Arlo groans. He leans over Hailey’s back and stares down between us.
“I will, if you don’t put me in already.” Sweat clings to my forehead despite the chilly air piping out of the vents.
“Shut up. I can’t move yet, or I’ll come.” He huffs.
My laugh is sinister. “My, how the tables have turned.”
He grips me out of spite and we all gasp together. “I’m not even all the way in.”
“Come on, dragon. I can take it,” Hailey challenges.
“Fuck.” I don’t know if I can.
Sex has always been a means of release. Now that I care for my partners on a cellular level, everything is so much more intense. My skin feels like it’s going to snap right off my body. Like my emotions and the magnitude of our love and lust are too much for my body to contain.
“That’s it, Arlo. Give it to me.” Hailey pants.
I grab her face and pull her lips to mine. If she doesn’t stop taunting, I’m going to come with Arlo’s fingers loosely around my dick and, wow, talk about embarrassing or totally fucking hot.
“Is our mighty panther brought to his proverbial knees?” she teases against my mouth.
“Absolutely.” I snag her lip and she squeals.
“There.” Arlo pants. “I’m in.”
“Sounds like you broke into a bank.” I laugh, releasing my wife’s lip.
“It’s more precious than gold.” He pants.
“My ass?” Hailey giggles.
“All of you, siren. All of you.” Arlo grips my dick and gives me a couple of strokes, like I need it.
Not even a little.
Then he lines me up with soft, wet heat.
“Yes, all of you,” I agree, running my hands over her neck and breasts.
Slowly, too damn slowly for my sanity, Arlo slides my dick inside our wife.
“I can feel you both,” I marvel.
“I can feel you too.” Arlo groans.
“I can feel you most,” Hailey offers in a high pitch.
My hand soothes the side of her face. “How are you doing, sunshine?”
“I feel like I’m flying awfully close to the sun.” She gasps. Her arms shake next to my head where her fingers clutch onto my hair. “Exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.”
“Take a deep breath in through your nose. When you let it out, relax your chest onto mine,” I coach.
Arlo’s strong hands coast up and down her spine. “Safe word, if you need to. You’re more important than DP.”
“One hundred percent,” I agree.
She draws a big breath, holds it, and then sinks onto my chest and my dick some more as a consequence. She whimpers while Arlo and I hold perfectly still.
Sweat beads on his forehand.
“I’ve done this before.” She hisses. “With toys.”
“Our cocks may not vibrate, but they’re bigger than the toys I used on you,” Arlo qualifies.
“Don’t make me laugh,” she begs.
I slide my hand between our bodies and swirl the pad of my middle finger over her clit. She moans her approval. I continue to stroke her as our hearts slam together.
“It’s changing.” She pants. “Hurting less.” Her gasps whooshes across my neck. “Now I feel so full.”
“Good girl.” I smooth my hand over her hair and hold her to my chest. Above us, every muscle in Arlo’s frame is tensed with restraint. “Can he move, sunshine?”
“Fuck us, husband,” Hailey pleads.
Her words unleash him. His hips pull back, wedging me impossibly deep inside Hailey’s pussy. When he snaps forward, I’m stroked by her tight cunt, nearly to the tip. Then she is slammed back down on me.
With each stroke, my husband’s dick drags along mine through the thin layer of our wife, driving me higher and higher, until I can barely pull a full breath.
Hailey’s breasts drag along my chest. Her pussy clamps me tight.
Arlo lords over us. One hand grips Haley’s nape and the other her hip. His gaze, though, holds me completely and utterly. I’m ensnared.
His freedom in this captivates me more than anything else.
He is untethered in his dominance, in his touch, in his love for us.
“I can’t…” I gasp. “Fuck, I’m about to come.”
“Fill her,” Arlo barks. “I want it leaking out of her for days."
My balls tingle, and my vision goes dark around the edges.
“Jesus.” Hailey groans. She shifts her hips and rubs her clit over my fingers. “Arlo, fill me too.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He hisses and shortens his strokes.
“Yes, Mommy,” I correct a second before I shoot my load into Hailey’s greedy cunt.
“One. Fucking. Day.” Arlo’s thrusts match his words.
Hailey screams. Her breaths puff against my chest as her pussy pulses around my dick.
A few more long strokes and Arlo’s muscles strain.
It takes a few minutes for the world to come back into focus and a few more before Arlo levers off us. I should appreciate the ease with which I can breathe, but I hate the absence of his weight and touch.
“I’ll buy the shop, so we don’t have to get up,” I murmur.
“Sounds like a plan,” Hailey says against my neck, where she’s nuzzled her face.
“So he can offer to buy the tattoo parlor, but I get called a one percenter for when I did the same thing with Crave?” Arlo calls from the other room.
“I’m too fucked to care right now.” Hailey heaves. “Like double-fucked. Reamed out. Split in half. My brain left my body. I can’t be held responsible for anything I say or do until Monday.”
“Fair point.” Arlo chuckles.
I wrap one arm around her middle and smooth her hair back with the other, completely content except for Arlo’s absence. “You did so well.”
“Sure, so well I might need to be carried out.” She muffles against my throat.
“Sold.” I tug her close and kiss the top of her head. “Anything for you.”
“That’s awfully generous,” she says, rolling her head to the side and blinking up at me.
I smile into her green gaze and swollen lips. “You deserve anything. Everything. You made us an us.”
“We made us an us,” she corrects.
“Without you.” I swallow through the sudden rush of emotions. “We’re just broken kids.”
“As I am without the two of you.” She grabs my left hand and brings it to her lips, kissing the three rings on my finger. “We each bring something important to this relationship. Our strengths fortify each other’s weaknesses, making our pyramid indestructible.”
“I love you.” I kiss her damp forehand and lay it on my chest.
“I still want you to carry me out,” she adds.
“Perfect.” I laugh.
A few moments later, a toilet flushes, water runs, and then Arlo’s back, cleaning us and righting our clothes. By the time we head to the car with Hailey in my arms, we look decently put together, thanks to our husband.
Leonard stands next to the car door. I’m so blissed out, so on top of the fucking world, I let him open it for me. Plus, my arms are full at the moment.
The second we’re closed inside and I have Hailey nestled between me and Arlo, my phone vibrates against my leg.