Page 139 of Look, Don't Touch

I think he’s about to leave, like he’s the only one with sense among us, but no, he opens the door and takes the hand of a woman. She’s short and curvaceous in a pretty flowered dress and a black satin blindfold.

“Miss?” Dobson holds out his hand, and she fumbles to find it. He lets her. It’s all part of the game. “Do you consent to take three cocks this evening in any hole and order of our choosing?”

If I thought I was dumbfounded earlier, baby, I hadn’t seen nothin’ yet.

“Yes.” The woman chirps as though she’s picking flowers at the farmers’ market.

“Do you have a safe word?” Dobson continues.

“Yes. It’s Nimbus. I won’t need it.” Hot damn, she’s so sure of this. While I am glad to be sitting in Arlo’s arms. If I wasn’t, I’d be on the floor…again.

I’d only thought I was kinky. I’m pretty damn vanilla. Astor will be shocked to know.

Sure, I’ve counseled throuples and polyamorous partnerships, but I’ve never seen it in the flesh. Hell, I’ve never seen two people fucking that wasn’t through a computer or phone screen before traipsing around the club’s main floor tonight.

“Sure look.” I don’t know what that means, but Dobson guides the woman in and closes the door. When it snaps shut, she grins. He walks her past me and Arlo, flashing me a wink and a smile as he goes and sits her in his former spot on the couch.

Whether the two men on either side of her forget Arlo’s orders or this is slow for them, they each descend on her like a small pack of wolves. Karris goes for her neck while Dobson latches onto the ample swell of her breasts. She falls back into the cushion and sighs her approval.

I can hardly fucking swallow.

“You see, Hailey.” I almost yelp. Arlo’s voice is low in my ear. “Before I could touch…” He splays his hand over my throat, emphasizing the fact that he can and will touch now. “I liked to watch.” He directs my gaze back to the debauchery in front of us. “After all, it’s the only thing I could do. At least, that’s what I thought.”

His teeth nibble a line down my neck as Dobson yanks the woman’s dress down, revealing milky tits with dusky brown nipples. He holds one up for Karris in challenge. The bait is taken. Deep and hard. The woman yelps and whines.

“The boys didn’t mind me watching. It made their experience more exciting. Then one day, I was so horny. I was so hard and mad that I didn’t want to touch, but at the same time, I wanted to feel. I wanted to pull the strings. So I did.” He leans to the left.

“Clothes off, now.” He looks at the three in front of us and then tilts his head toward Hota, who hasn’t moved from his reclined perch. “Except you.”

Hota nods while Karris, Dobson, and even the woman rip at their clothes in a hurry to comply.

Why hadn’t Hota joined in with the woman the second she sat down, like the other two? And why is Arlo making him keep on his clothes?

He and I both have on all of our clothes.

Damn. Most of them.

The guys strip off their clothes, and I feel bad that I don’t have an ample stack of hundreds on hand. It’s a show of flesh and feasting eyes. Karris’s. Dobson’s. Mine. Hota’s. Arlo’s.

Karris is built like a swimmer. Svelte with every striation of every muscle on clear display through his pale, smooth skin. While Dobson…

Shit.

He is the opposite in every way. His muscles are bulked onto his frame. A dusting of hair clings to his wide chest and down his thick abdomen.

“Like what you see?” Arlo prods.

“I’ve seen better.” I lean back and bite his chin, so irritated that he can get me worked up with just his voice. However, there’s much more going on right now.

The woman shucks her flowing dress with zero fanfare. As the naked trio gets rid of their clothes and puts their hands back on each other, I watch her explore their bodies without the use of her eyesight. Her hands grasp and fumble. Her lips purse and stretch. She finds both their ample cocks, grins, and starts stroking them at her sides.

I grind my ass on Arlo’s cock, wanting to feel him inside me.

“The point to all this, my siren, is I am not a jealous man. You’re mine, and therefore I have no cause to be jealous.” He grabs my pussy and yanks me flush with his chest. “You are mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” I nod. “Yes, Arlo. I am yours.” I turn my face to his. “And you're mine.”

“Always.”

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