Page 130 of Hard to Judge

I grab my legs and hold tight, so he can use his hands for other things, better things.

“So fucking good for me.” Hota’s hand wraps around my cock and strokes gently.

“Yes, please,” I plead.

He straightens his glistening finger and swipes it directly over my puckered hole.

“Jesus fuck.” My whole body bends to his will. “Anything, do it, please.”

“You think that’s begging.” He bites my knee and holds out a hand to Hailey. She slips him a small bottle of lube. Her nipples are puckered and pushing at the satin of her dress. The swell of her lips are full from biting them to keep quiet. She leans back on the headboard, watching the show.

“It is,” I argue.

“I know you think it is.” Hota flips the top and it’s insane how hard the sinew of his wrist and the veins popping make me. He drizzles the oil over my cock and down my balls. It drips down between my cheeks. Then he pours it over his pierced skin. It weeps off the sides like my tears will be if he doesn’t put me out of my misery.

“It’s cute, really.” He closes the bottle and tosses it aside. “I can’t wait to edge you for hours, until you’re sobbing and straining for release.”

My hips twitch. “It won’t take hours.” I swallow the desperation trying to seep out.

“Tonight, I won’t edge you. I’ll give you what you need,” he says, still not touching me.

A snarl rips up my throat.

He swats my ass with his bare hand. “Spoiled. The both of you.”

“Yes.” I nod and give him my most innocent smile. Hailey hums her approval.

His long hair shakes at his shoulders. A crafty expression pulls at his face. Then he reaches down and grips his shaft.

I whimper. Whimper like a damn puppy. A needy one.

The strength of his grip rolls up, bumping over one bar before slowing, and then bumping over the next. His thick cock stands straight, perfectly bisecting the V of his Apollo’s belt and the ridges of his abdomen.

I imagine his pretty tattoos sprayed with my cum and his, like they were in the locker room after our date.

Hota pumps his hips, working his cock through his hand. A moan falls from his lips.

“You’re so perfect, Hota.” He is. Perfect for me. For us.

He hums much like Hailey did, and then spreads his legs and nestles close to my ass. His fingers are warm from his skin. They massage the thick globes until I finally relax into his touch. Only then does he allow one hand to skate up my balls and grab my cock.

“God, Hota, yes.” I gasp.

Hota tugs me slowly while his other fingers work the edges of my hole.

“You’re doing so well,” Hailey whispers.

I moan my thanks, lost in the pleasure being lavished upon me.

“Who is claiming you?” Hota demands.

“You are, Hota. My love. My life.” I grab his knees on either side of my hips, needing to touch him.

He touches me like he has to. As though he’ll die if he doesn’t. The desperation in it almost breaks my control. The need to pound into him, to stretch him beyond the point of sanity, to make him mine is so great, I struggle to fill my lungs. But there will be time for pounding and marking later. There will be time for toying.

Now, more than anything else, I want to make this good for him. So good he’ll come in his sleep to the memory alone.

“That’s right. You’re mine.” I slip one slick finger past his tight ring of muscle, and fucking wet silk greets me.

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