41. Hailey
“Come here.” Arlo barks the command before I have a chance to piece my exploded brains back together.
Hotaru stands with a grace that belies his size. His steady gaze jumps from me to Arlo. He draws a deep breath and then walks toward us.
“Yes, Sir?” Hota stops between Arlo’s feet, the place I was a handful of minutes ago, getting off on a piece of fabric, Karris’s manipulation of it, and my lover who was ultimately pulling the strings. My lover, who still pulls the strings.
“On your knees.” Arlo points at the ground, but Hota is already sinking. When he hits the rug, Arlo straightens, pressing us both forward.
Hota’s eyes stay locked on my lover’s as though he is the only thing that matters. Not the rising global temperature averages or melting glaciers. Hell, I’m pretty sure an impending meteor shower headed for Earth wouldn’t pull his attention from Arlo. I know the feeling. It’s interesting to see it from someone else.
A tiny part of me thinks about getting jealous, but then I remember who Arlo is, what he’s endured, and what he deserves. That look—from me or Hota—he deserves them both.
“What am I holding in my arms?” Arlo demands.
“Your heart.” Hota’s jagged Adam’s apple bobs.
My throat works as his words, the weight of them, the meaning, permeates my skin.
“If I were to share my heart with you, how would you treat it, Hota?”
“Better than my own.” The man’s eyes go a bit glossy, as if this means more than what it means. And what it means already is a fucking lot.
“I know you will.” Hands at my hips, Arlo gathers my skirt into his fists one slow inch at a time, just as he had the back. His cock goes impossibly harder against my ass as he reveals my stocking covered thighs, the white flesh above it, and finally my puffy pink cunt. He hikes my knees on the outside of his, and then spreads his legs—our legs—wide. They brush across Hota’s hips and thighs. “Which is why I want you to get this pussy ready for me.”
Hota’s elegant, strong hands form fists.
I jerk in Arlo’s hold, pressing my back to his front, reeling to look into Hota’s eyes. Searching for what, I don’t know. We’re so close, I can see the individual flecks of black and dark brown in his irises.
“Hailey?” The hand around my throat slips into my hair and turns my head to face him. “Do you want Hota to eat my pussy?” His brow hikes as though he’s asking if I want parm on my pasta.
I’d love parm on my pasta, but should I get it?
There are consequences. The potential for animal cruelty. The possibility of heart disease. The gluttonous excess.
“He’s really good at it.” Arlo’s voice rasps over my cheek. “I’ve watched him make women scream and grown men weep.”
My mouth opens and closes. No sound leaves.
“This isn’t about what’s right or wrong, Hailey. It isn’t about consequences. It’s about give. It’s about want. It’s about take.”
“What about what he wants?” I croak out.
“He wants what I want. Don’t you, Hota?” Arlo turns my head so I’m even with Hota’s beautiful face.
He licks his lips. “I want, Hailey.” He leans imperceptibly closer. “I want whatever he gives me, whenever he gives it, however he gives it.”
I get it then.
Hota loves Arlo, not like a brother, but like a star-crossed lover.
Hota has loved Arlo for a very, very long time. He has only been able to love him a certain way because of Arlo’s trauma. Whether he likes it or not, he’s taken it and loved him still because that’s what Arlo can give.
And Arlo? How does he feel about his guy ? If he had been free to touch and be touched, would Hota have been the one to take his heart? Is this his way of having Hota in the only way he thinks he can?
I’m nodding before I realize it, wanting whatever madness this is. And it is absolute madness.
Why do I want to ease the pain of someone who loves the man I love?
Why do I want to let in someone who’s loved the man I love longer than me?
No matter how it might sound to my relationship therapist ears, it feels right.
The corners of Hota’s pouty lips go up. The sorrow in his eyes lifts. “You are his. He is sharing you with me. But before I touch you, I need your words.”
I nod, gulp, and then hope my voice works.
“He gives. I want. You take.” They are crazy and empowering words.
Hota’s mouth parts. The tip of his tongue glides over his white teeth.
“I told you.” Arlo grips my thighs in both his hands and pulls them impossibly wider. “The best girl gets everything.”
I’m so exposed. More exposed than I was at school after the murders. More exposed than on the floor at the gala.
And I revel in the freedom it brings.
Hota crouches low, wedging his big shoulders between Arlo’s thighs. “Is this okay?”
We all know what he’s asking. Is the touch okay?
Arlo’s grip tightens on my thighs. “Okay isn’t the word I’d use to describe it.”
“How would you describe it?” I ask, just like I did all those weeks ago.
“Indescribable.” Arlo groans. “Now quit fucking around and get this pussy nice and wet for me.”
The pussy in question—mine—twitches.
Hota buries his face against my cunt. Nose. Lips. Tongue. Chin. All in the game.
Oh my fucking God!
My back arches without my permission. Air turns to steam inside my lungs. My fingers latch onto Arlo’s arms while my ass grinds against his lap.
It’s as though I’ve said yes to a roller coaster and gotten on at the drop. Hands up. Gaping screams. Life flashing before my eyes.
“Oh my God!” It’s somewhere between a gasp and a choke.
His nose is pressed firmly to my clit. His lips kiss mine. His chin is jammed in the crack of my ass. And his fucking tongue is trying to tickle my cervix. There’s nothing tentative, shy, or reserved about the man between my legs. Except, he’s not a man. He’s turned into a beast on the hunt for my orgasm, and nothing will stand in his way.
“My siren, don’t you know better by now?” Arlo nips my earlobe. “It’s ‘Oh my Arlo.’ Or, in this case, ‘Oh my Hota.’”
All I can do is whimper in response.
Hota’s tongue curls against my front wall, seeking my G-spot. It seems impossible that he can get so deep or hold his breath for so long, but my quaking cunt says nope, very possible.
My head shakes in disbelief as the heat and tingle of my climax gather in my belly.
“Yes, Hailey.” Arlo purrs. “Believe it. This is happening. I’m holding you tight against my weeping cock while my friend tongue fucks my perfect pussy.”
“Oh fuck!” My hips jerk, and my cunt convulses.
The world has shrunk to nothing more than the lightning whipping and cracking through my veins, scorching my skin, and cooking my brain. I surrender to it, relinquishing my soul to Arlo and my body to Hota. It’s beautiful destruction.
When I come down, I sag against Arlo’s chest. The muscles in my stomach seem to think I did a thousand sit-ups. My heart seems to think I ran a marathon. Neither of those things will ever happen.
Hota sits back on his heels. His lips and chin glisten with my arousal. The lust in his eyes is like mercury. Stunning and deadly. He licks his lips and swallows me down.
“That’s a good start,” Arlo rumbles. My head jerks up to look at him. He winks at me, then turns to Hota. “She owes me more than one.”
Behind Hota, the woman moans. Flesh smacks against flesh. I can’t tear my gaze away from his dangerous one to look. It’s like I’m caught in a trance. My smile is thrilled and terrified. I am willing prey.
He grins back, and then strikes. His teeth sink into my thigh close to my knee. Pleasure and a hint of pain dance up my legs.
“Yes.” I cry and buck in Arlo’s hold.
Unyielding teeth sting their way up my left thigh, one snap at a time until Hota’s cheek meets Arlo’s pinky. He licks the last bite, then turns on my other leg, repeating every chomp at his own maddening pace. I can never tell when the sublime punishment is coming.
“I’d like to get my cock in her tonight.” Arlo prods when Hota’s teeth sink into my hipbone.
“I’ve never known you to be impatient,” Hota speaks to Arlo, but his words vibrate over my belly.
“If you’ll notice, a few things have changed.” Arlo licks the length of my neck, then nibbles along the same path.
Hota’s head kicks up. He looks so innocent with his reddened lips so close to my stomach and his face canted at us. “Oh, I’ve noticed.” He kisses the face of my dragon with such reverence, my eyes go suddenly misty.
He eases back and offers me a wink. “Guess I should get to work before the boss puts an end to my fun.” He spears me with three fingers deep. His fingers curl in a come here motion.
I bow off Arlo’s chest, my body obeying.
“You’re hot and tight, Hailey. Perfect for Arlo’s fat cock.” His breath dances over my cheek. “Do you cry out when he stuffs you full?”
“Yes.” I’m nodding. “Oh fuck.” My words are loud in the large room.
“What about when he eats this perfect cunt?” Hota’s head lowers.
“Yes. I do.” I roll my hips in anticipation. “Yes, please.”
“Don’t make her beg.” One of Arlo’s hands leaves my thigh and comes around my neck, pulling me back so he can see down my body. So he can see Hota. “Not tonight.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Sir.” Hota’s mouth is a tongue swipe away from my glistening lower lips. His gaze tilts up, and he looks at us through his thick, dark lashes. Then his tongue slowly lowers out of his pouty mouth.
Arlo and I both hold our breaths.
A mischievous gleam flickers in Hota’s gaze.
Neither of us moves, but I feel like we’re both chanting, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
The wet tip of Hota’s tongue brushes the point of my clit. I whimper. Arlo groans. His chest rumbles against my back. The corners of Hota’s mouth turn up. His tongue slips over my swollen hood once more, then skitters away.
“Keep fucking around, and I’m going to suffocate you in her pussy,” Arlo growls.
“What a way to go.” Hota chuckles and then attacks my needy clit. He sucks it into his mouth and slaps it with his tongue in rapid succession.
I don’t fight this orgasm. I welcome it with open arms. I bathe in the sensations of another man’s fingers inside me and his tongue lashing my cunt, trying his damnedest to send me to the cosmos. I revel in my lover’s hands at my neck and thigh, anchoring me to earth.
I come with a moan and a little squirt that Hota spreads over my pussy.
“The best girl,” Arlo praises.
My hips grind against the thick length stabbing my ass through his pants.
“Nice work, you cheeky bastard.” Arlo stares at Hota for a second before hiking his chin toward the other show in the room. “Now go back to your seat and watch.”
Hota stands with my arousal still all over his face and walks around the back of the other couch. I feel a little…I don’t know what about him walking away. It’s not jealousy. It’s not love or even infatuation. It’s a little like being bereft. Like he should stay here with us.
It’s overridden the second Arlo shoves me forward toward the tips of his knees. His lips are hot on my back, bathing my spine with kisses. I hear the slap of his belt and the scream of his zipper. My insides go impossibly hotter.
“Knees on the carpet. Forearms on the table.”
When I lurch forward and try to use my legs, they’re rubber. I’m glad I don’t have to stand. I sink to my knees and crawl a few feet to the solid mass. It threatens to freeze the blood churning through my veins.
Then my gaze lifts.
Dobson is kneeling on the couch. The woman’s legs are wrapped around his waist, and his huge cock is ramming home while Karris sandwiches her around the back and stuffs his length into her ass.
“Like what you see?” Arlo lifts my skirt, tucks it in my waistband, and slaps his cock to my cunt.
“Do you?” I jerk and moan.
Karris’s and Dobson’s gazes leave their work and shift toward us. Hota’s gaze never left. I swallow at the avid, direct attention on us.
Hota unfastens his buckle, slips his hand inside his pants, and gives himself a long stroke. I can’t see even a hint of his cock. I’m looking too hard. The corner of his mouth turns up like he knows it.
“Fuck yes.” Arlo slides into me as though he’s coming home.
My nipples pucker painfully tight against my top. I slip it down, revealing my bare breasts. I reach back, take Arlo’s hands off my hips and place them on my tits.
The guys look like they’re witnessing a miracle before them. A fucking dirty one. I guess it is a miracle to them. In all their years fucking in front of Arlo, they’ve never seen him touch a woman or anyone for that matter.
Arlo pinches my nipples, bites my neck, and rams his hips forward.
It’s like he sets off a chain reaction. Every man in the room begins to pump as though his life depends on it. As if the fate of humanity hangs in the balance.
The headiness. The hedonism. The arms around me. The thick cock tattooing itself inside me, send me over the edge far too soon. I grab at the tabletop. My fingers scream across the smooth surface. My moan turns into a yell.
“That’s my siren. The fucking best girl.” He emphasizes each word with a deep thrust.
The other woman wails, and then the other two men follow fast behind, grunting out their climaxes, then falling into a heap with the woman’s back atop Karris’s front. Arlo’s thrusts get shorter and shorter.
“Fuck, Hailey, you’re mine.” He fills me with his hot, sticky cum.
“Yes.” Goddamn, I love it.
Then Hota shoots his load in his pants, while his eyes stay on us.