Page 92 of Forever We Fall

“Good boy,” I purr. “I’ll see if I can figure it out.”

I slide my hand up his dick from base to tip and back again, searching for a way in. Like I couldn’t have his wet tip bobbing in front of my nose in a fraction of a second.

My smile is obscene.

“Hmm.” I toy with his fat head, making it leak and soaking the front of his pants. I fumble with the gold buckle while I tease him.

“Unfasten his pants,” Arlo snaps behind me.

“Oooh, someone is impatient.” I chuckle to Nate, then spare a glance at Arlo. His hands are fists by his sides, and his brow is sweaty, like he’s the one who wrestled earlier this evening. I send a pointed look toward his tenting crotch. “You first.”

He crosses his arms over his chest and glares at me.

“Suit yourself.” I lean forward and run my lips up Nate’s covered length. Both guys whimper. Knowing I made them do that makes me feel as tall as the building. “I’m not undoing his belt until you undo yours,” I growl against Nate’s dick.

A whine reverberates up his throat, and his hot flesh jumps under my lips. I kiss his tip, then drag my teeth across his sensitive, pant-covered flesh.

I hear the rasp of a belt and the sing of a zipper behind me.

Triumph buoys me. “Tell me how nice Arlo is, Nate.”

“Jesus fucking hell.” Nate blurts as though all the words were pent-up and on the tip of his tongue. “Arlo, you’re so fucking great. I’m…Thank you. Fuck yeah. Oh my God, your fucking cock is…shit.”

He has to be talking about Arlo’s brick of a dick because mine is firmly wedged in my pants, dying a slow death.

“What is it, Nate? His cock is?” I snap the clasp on Nate’s belt and slowly work down his zipper.

“It’s light, almost pink, and fuck.” He heaves a breath. “It’s long, really long and fat.”

I slide Nate’s pants down around his hips and then drag the waistband of his boxers across his length. Once more, both men whimper. It feels like a stroke to my needy dick.

“Tell me about the tip.” My fingers grip Nate at the base.

He releases an unintelligible set of sounds. His hips rock, seeking friction, searching for release.

“Hold still, Nate, or I’ll stop.”

It’s like a game of freeze tag, and Nate’s it. He goes static, save for the blood pulsing wildly in the veins of his heavy dick.

“The tip, Nate.”

“Oh fuck.” He whines as though he can’t possibly remain motionless and tell me about Arlo’s perfect appendage.

Honestly, I fucking get it.

“Okay, yeah.” Nate gulps a breath. “It’s?—”

“What is it, Nate?” I stroke him once. “Don’t make me guess. Tell me in detail.”

“Yes.” He nods frantically and tries to transfer the movement to his hips but stills when I growl. “His cock head is…” He moans outright. “It’s like the fattest mushroom. It’s darker than the rest of his fucking huge cock. It’s dark pink, almost red. And it’s covered in clear precum.”

“Fuck,” Arlo growls.

I stroke Nate a few more times and hold his dick still so he can see. “Kind of like yours?”

His gaze finds his leaking head, which is nearly purple with blood flow. “Fuck yes.” A shiver runs through him. “Hota, what are you doing to me? I swear I’m about to come, and you’ve barely touched me.”

My grin tells him of the mischief to come. I lean forward and swipe my tongue over his wet tip. His salty and slick moisture coats my tastebuds, and I drink it down.

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