Page 90 of Forever We Fall

“Even if it’s best for you?” His voice is quiet and contemplative.

“It’s not. It never will be.” I grip the chair so tight, the fabric groans under my hand.

A knock fractures our bubble.

“Expecting someone?”

“Yeah.” I straighten and look directly into his deep and haunted eyes. “I was getting desperate, and not for Nate.”

Will I get off tonight? Probably. Will I enjoy it? Hell yeah. Will it be enough? Not a chance.

Arlo nods.

I rise and head for the door, feeling more confident than I have in a long time.

When I open the door, Nate stands there tall in his slacks and button-down. He’s less fidgety than last time, though that was a long time ago.

I back up and allow him inside. He hurries in, not afraid that someone will see him, but with near hand ringing excitement.

His footsteps stop cold. “Arlo?”

“Hello, Nate.” My best friend removes the book from his lap, revealing a sizably full dick outline, and sets it on the small end table next to the chair.

“H…Hi.”

I close the door, lock it, then step behind Nate. “Hands behind your back, big boy.”

Nate’s head jerks around. His eyes are wide. His soft lips hang open.

“Unless you want to leave.” I let one shoulder bob. The throbbing in my pants negates the nonchalance of my expression.

“Oh fuck.” Nate’s large frame shivers. There’s no fear in it. His pupils are too big. His dick is too swollen for all that. And his hands shoot behind his back, crossing at the wrists.

“Your tie, Sir.” I hold my hand out toward Arlo.

Slowly, as though it's a study in seduction, he pulls the tie from his neck. He stands and moves toward me, his gaze hot on me. Then he flicks it to Nate and smiles. It’s sinister.

“Shit,” Nate huffs.

Arlo drops the tie into my hand, then returns to his chair. He shucks his jacket as he goes, revealing the V of his back discernible even under the cloth of his shirt.

I swallow and grab Nate’s wrists in one hand. With the other, I wind the fabric around and through, creating a secure hold. “If you want to stop at any point, say red. If your mouth is otherwise occupied, tap my thigh three times. If you say red or tap out, everything stops immediately. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Nate nods several times as though I can’t hear.

“Good,” I whisper into his ear, then lick a line from his collar to his lobe. He groans. “You’re here to give me control over your pleasure, Nate, and also your pain.” I snag the sensitive flesh between my teeth.

His knees give out for only a moment before coming back online. He groans and nods for a second before he realizes it pulls on his already trapped lobe.

“Yes”—he gulps—“I want this.”

“Very good.” I wander slowly to his front and grab his shoulder. I angle him to give Arlo a clear view and square him up to me. Unlike last time, I don’t think I can look at Arlo and fuck with Nate. It’s somehow too intimate.

Nate’s gaze jumps from me to Arlo and back several times.

“You don’t speak unless you are spoken to. Unless you’re telling me how much you like it,” I tell him before he asks some inane question about Arlo being in the room or us being together.

Nate nods.

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