Page 93 of Forever We Fall

“Jesus, I’ve dreamed of your mouth.” Nate’s thighs quake.

Behind us, Arlo makes a desperate sound. It’s music to my fucking ears.

I hold Nate’s base and plunge him to the back of my throat, wishing beyond measure that it was Arlo’s fat dick and blunt head prodding my esophagus.

“Fucking, oh my God, Hota!” Nate’s voice is loud and carries. It’s a definitive sign he’s let down his guard and given me total control.

I suck him to the tip and drive him back in several times. His breath goes choppy, and his hips pump in time with me.

“Not yet.” I pop off his length and warn.

“Yes, Sir.” He whines and nods while still trying to pump his hips.

“Still.”

“Yes. Oh shit.” The determination it takes for him to call himself back from the edge is written all over his face.

“Good.” I stand and unfasten my pants. “On your knees.”

Nate drops so fast it’s like I’m giving him a gift. Maybe I am. After all, he’s submitting so well.

I brace my feet wide, shove my pants and underwear below my hips, and palm the base of my dick. “Open up.”

The dark pink of Nate’s tongue lolls out as soon as his lips part.

“Good boy.” I slap my tip on his tongue several times. He tries to catch it, but I pull it away. I shift my feet so Arlo has a clear picture of what’s about to happen. “Whine if you want my dick.”

More than one person whines inside the room.

I don’t look at Arlo as I plunge my hips forward and guide my length inside Nate’s hot mouth. He moans around me. The vibrations shoot straight to my balls.

This isn’t the first time Nate has sucked me off, but it is the most turned on I’ve ever been. I feel like a bolt of lightning seeking ground. My hand wraps into his hair, still a little long from summer. I pump into his wet mouth, ready to blow. But I can’t. Not yet.

“Arlo?” My gaze swings to him. He has his cock in his hand and his thumb over his tip as though trying his damnedest not to shoot his load.

“Huh?” He croaks.

“Untie Nate’s hands,” I order, pulling out enough that the guy in question can breathe. His tongue bathes my tip, while he waits for me to fuck his mouth some more. My toes curl, and the nape of my neck tingles.

“What?” Arlo’s gaze goes wide.

“Unless you want to jerk him off, untie his hands so he can do it himself,” I add bite to my demand. I want Arlo close when Icome. I want to be looking into his eyes, and I want him to look into mine when he comes.

He tries to stuff his dick back into his pants.

“Leave it out,” I bark as I shove mine back in the hot and ready mouth.

Nate slurps my length and sucks me tight. I cup his jaw, urging him to relax it, while I watch Arlo hurry to Nate’s back with his weeping dick hanging out.

I work shallowly, while Arlo carefully grips the tie only and pulls apart my knot. “Good,” I purr at him.

He straightens and stares at me, or more accurately at my dick, where it disappears into Nate’s mouth.

“Ready to take me deep?” I ask Nate while looking at Arlo.

“Mmm.” Nate swallows me all the way into his throat. I palm the back of his head and gently grind my hips against his lips, soaking up the feel of his hot throat around me. Then I pull out to let him grab oxygen.

He’s back before I ask, sucking me deep.

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