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I about whined, “Is this some sort of meditation?”
“It’ll be worth it.”
“That’s easy for you to say.You just got off.”
“I could never do this with you if I hadn’t,” he remarked.
“It’s not fair.”I started to raise up.
Arlo clutched my hips, not letting me move.“You’re not going anywhere.”The forceful way he’d said it made me want to stay.“Try it for five minutes.If you’ve not cum by then, we’ll do it your way.”
“You mean you’ll be getting me off without moving?”
“Yes.But in silence.”That was Arlo’s polite way of telling me to shut up.
He directed our breathing.Staying still in my state of arousal took everything I had.Our chests rising and falling together, we locked eyes.Though frozen in our position, I was hyperaware of his dick stirring in me.Just it being there, unmoving, it twitched.My pussy wept around it to the point I dripped.All the while, our breaths grew faster.Face to face, our hot air mingling back and forth, mimicking the rhythm I so craved below.My belly ached deep with need, truly hurting.
The silence, all but our labored breaths, continued.My climax built as Arlo fucked me with nothing but his gaze.My pussy clenched around him as I tried to keep holding still.The urge became unbearable.We blew out of our noses now.His gaze, the most passionate kiss, his breath a thrust, I came panting and baying.Our energy synchronized, Arlo came as well, shooting the warm evidence right into me.
8
Aknock on the doorwoke me.The sun blaring through the window made me squint my eyes.Sitting up, pain greeted me.My side, knee, and ankle still hurt.The view, Arlo’s naked back.He’d slipped on his boxers.The knock sounded again.
Troy.Whipping my neck, I glared at my watch on the bedside table.Fuck.It was ten a.m.
Before I could even try to get to the door, Arlo was out of my room, going to go answer it.Fuck.He was in his boxers.Regret hit me like a speeding semi-truck.Scooting to the edge of the bed, I hopped down onto my good leg.I’d thoroughly enjoyed sex with both men, but I wasn’t ready to choose.I dreaded the potential fight, Troy so extra-large and powerful and Arlo large as well, but lean and quick on his fancy feet.Or worse, them both deciding I was a whore and leaving me forever alone in this zombie wasteland.I limped around my room, trying to dress, trying to clear the evidence.
Too many fucking candles.
I could hear Arlo answer the door.“Hey dude,” he said, in his usual ultra-positive way.
“Where is she?”Troy sounded strange.“What the hell have you done to her?”The voice boomed.
I stopped dead in my tracks, dropping Arlo’s shorts.Fuck.It couldn’t be Dillon, could it?
Geezus.
