Page 82 of Forever We Fall

Fucking devastated.

But also like it’s what I deserve for not giving him what his body needs.

Hota is a sexual person. He emanates it in everything he does. It’s part of his genetic makeup. A part he’s buried to make me comfortable.

I feel like it could have been part of mine, but it’s like I don’t own that part of myself anymore.

He pulls his cock out just enough that his palm wraps around it.

A moan leaves my lips, and I don’t try to recall it. Maybe Hota owns my sexuality, what little of it I have. It sure feels that way as I watch his hand slide up and down the thick spike jutting from his pants. He meets my gaze again, moving faster, gathering the clear liquid from his tip and working it down, taunting me.

“Yes.” I pant, not even daring to touch my cock, afraid I’d come instantaneously and embarrass myself in front of him and Emily.

Hota slips his other hand around her hips and stuffs it into her panties without looking.

She spreads her thighs, easily, readily granting him the access I cannot.

“Fuck her,” I bark, irritated with myself for holding him back. He deserves it. She wants it.

“Fuck you,” he snarls and works his hand harder and faster while facing me down.

Emily moans into the bed. Her hips hike. She shakes her pretty ass and rubs it into his base.

“Not yet, Miss Booth. You can’t come yet,” Hota orders. She groans but slows her movements. “Take your dick out, Arlo.”

I shake my head, not as amenable.

“Come with us,” Hota demands.

“Finish her,” I toss back, keeping my cock in my pants.

Hota flashes his teeth. He covers his cock with his underwear, grabs her hip with his free hand, and ruts into her while his fingers work her clit. His eyes are ever, insistently, on me.

Miss Booth screams a line of stifled curses into her shirt and the bed while Hota holds her to him and thrusts twice more. He comes with a curse and a snarl, both aimed squarely in my direction.

My cock weeps at my refusal to participate.

Too soon, he drags his gaze away and sets about righting her clothes.

I grab my book, open it, and pretend to read. All the while, my gaze is stuck on the wet spot seeping through my pants and the thick outline bulging them. My heart beats too fast inside my chest. I feel like I’m going to pass out.

“Arlo?” Miss Booth’s voice is small and cautious. Oh so different from a few minutes ago. Begrudgingly, I look up. Her shirt covers her tits and belly now, but it’s wrinkled and wet at the center. Her ass is covered and her hair looks no worse for wear. ”You won’t say anything, will you?”

“Your secret is safe.”

“I’ll keep yours too.” She smiles. I don’t trust it.

“I don’t have any secrets for you to keep.” The truth where she’s involved.

“You speak.” Her arms go wide like she just uncovered the Holy Grail.

“To many people.”

“Oh.” Her cheeks blush. “I guess…I was wrong before.” She turns and faces Hota. “Walk me out?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He hitches a thumb toward the hallway. “We shouldn’t be seen together.”

“Right.” She hides her face in her hand. “I’m embarrassed.”

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