Page 102 of Forever We Fall

“Keep your cheek on the floor,” I snarl.

“Yes, Sir.” Nate presses his belly toward it as well, pushing his ass into the air. It’s thick and taut.

I swallow. The lump forming in my throat doesn’t move. I drop to my knees behind him, grab his ass with one hand and the base of my dick with the other. I lift my gaze to Arlo and dare him to call a stop to this. Every part of me begs him to.

Except the defiant part that rams my hips forward and finds the resistance of Nate’s already slicked and puckered hole.

Nate exhales, then relaxes his body like I showed him many times before when I finger-fucked him. When the stakes were much lower.

Arlo’s eyes are wide and greedy. I press forward a little more. Nate groans as his tight hole sucks at my fat head.

“Fuck.” My vision goes fuzzy. I hold perfectly still, letting us all adjust to the tectonic shift.

“More, please,” Nate begs.

I’m through caring about the begging or my ultimate desires. I’m through thinking at all. The moment I sink the rest of my dick inside Nate’s heat, my brain turns off. My body takes over.

I stare into Arlo’s hungry eyes and take what Nate offers, pistoning my hips with little finesse. I’m wild, unhinged.

Moans and whimpers stain the air. I don’t know whose they are. Mine? Nate’s?

Arlo is silent. He’s completely still, except for his eyes that catalog everything. Even so far away and unmoving, he calls to me. My mind clicks on once more.

It’s a bucket of cold water.

The body calling to me is not the one I’m inside. I grit my teeth and do my best to ignore it.

Nate’s fingers sink into the carpet. “Oh fuck. Yes, oh God. Hota, I’m going to come. I, fuck, I love it. Fuck me.”

I do as I’m told and rail Nate. Sweat coats my skin. I smack his ass and grip his thighs.

His asshole squeezes my dick. I close my eyes and give myself over to the experience, for better or worse. Tonight, pleasure is the devil, and he dances down my spine, drawing my balls tight and making me fill the condom.

“Thank you,” Nate pants.

I brace my hand on his back to hold myself still, too dizzy to move. We pant and gobble up oxygen together.

When I feel the floor under my knees once more, I pull slowly from his body. A shudder wracks him. I open my eyes, carefully keeping my gaze off Arlo.

“I’m sorry,” Nate whispers, straightening. “I couldn’t stop myself.”

“Are you sorry? Really?”

He looks at me over his shoulder and smiles. “No, not really.”

I nod and scrub my hand over his hair. “Good.” I jerk my head toward the bathroom. “I’m going to get cleaned up. I’ll see you around, Nate, but not back here.”

His face falls, but he picks it back up. “Thank you.”

I push to my feet and flee. I close the door behind me, take care of the condom in a fucking daze, and step into the shower.I turn the water on and don’t really register the cold or anything else.

The water rushes over me as my thoughts tumble from their neatly-sealed box in my brain. I reach for the soap and my rag, trying to hold them off. Like suds and a scrub can perform the monumental task.

My stupid, stupid tears are camouflaged by the torrent of water, so I ignore them and scrub more. My stupid, stupid heart aches.

Virginity is a construct and all that. But my first time…I wanted it to be with Arlo. Which was an impossibility.

I strangle the rag in my fists.

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