Page 100 of Forever We Fall

Miss Booth doesn’t beg me to fuck her. She happily takes her orgasms and goes about her business of trying not to get fired for fraternizing with students.

“I’ve been playing with my ass every day like you said.” He hurries inside, stripping as he moves to the center of the room.

“Hey, Arlo.” He tosses his shirt at the overlord sitting in his reading chair.

After months of toying with Nate’s ass, I’d stopped. I told him to finger himself in the hopes that he’d find fulfillment in the act and quit begging me for something I want so badly, it physically hurts to say no time and time again.

As much as I want to bury my dick in a hot and ready hole, I want Arlo to be my first.

Fucking hell, I want him to be my only.

“I can take three fingers, no problem.” Nate slides his underwear over the taut globes of his ass in a definitive act of seduction.

My cock twitches.

“Fuck him already,” Arlo groans.

Fuck you.

The words are on my tongue. I bite them back and nearly squeeze the cap off the bottle of lube.

I started this sexual exploration with the express goal of opening up Arlo. Of making him more comfortable with his body and his lust. Of pulling him out of his cracked shell and showing him, as fuckingAladdinwould say, awhole new world.

He never participates more than a random barked order and getting himself off. Most times, he doesn’t even leave the chair. So often, he grips the arms of it, locking himself in place. As though proximity is too tempting.

“You fuck him,” I toss back.

His lips clamp into a line, and his wide jaw tightens.

There aren’t many more things I can do to tempt him.

I stare at Arlo. “Undress me.”

Nate is used to being the guy between us. He knows I’m speaking to him because Arlo rarely follows my orders.

Stunned by the command, Nate jumps up from the floor. Every bulging muscle and delicious ridge flexes under his skin. Gone is the tan and the extra fluff from summer. I wish it would come back.

Too many times, I’ve closed my eyes and envisioned Arlo under my hands and around my dick.

“I’ll be the best boy,” Nate promises, rushing through the buttons on my shirt and then my pants.

He would be if I loved him or even cared about him.

Yeah, I want the best for Nate, but I don’t really know him, and he doesn’t really know me. He doesn’t know the first thingabout my family and I know little about his, except that if he goes off to college and totally blows it, he’ll be okay. Set for life.

He’s kind and giving and a great sub, usually. The begging is getting out of hand.

There’s no grit to Nate. No real substance I can file my teeth against. While Arlo has my chompers honed to deadly points.

And my patience whittled to almost nil.

“Please, Sir.” Nate’s deep and desperate voice whispers over my neck. “I need this.” His palm smooths over my growing dick. He scrambles to pull down my pants and my underwear. Like he needs me. I know better.

This?He needsthis. He doesn’t needme.

It’s the quiet part out loud.

This is a release for us all. It’s dirty and hot. It’s gluttonous and hedonistic. Intimate, it is not.

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