Page 134 of Hard to Judge

They both try to jerk their hips, but I hold them still. “Neither of you move.” I smack her ass again for emphasis. “I move you.”

“Oh shit.” Hailey’s head falls onto Arlo’s chest. She sucks air through her nose and exhales out her mouth.

“You okay, sunshine?” My hand slides up her spine.

She nods, shifting her ponytail back and forth along her back. “Yes, just trying not to come yet, Sir.”

“Such a good girl.” I smooth my palms over her shoulders and lean over her to look at Arlo. “Isn’t she such a good girl?”

“The best.” Arlo gasps. Sweat beads along his forehead. “Just like you’re the best boy.”

His praise lights me up like it always does. When he tells me I’m beautiful or strong or perfect, I go gooey inside. For so long, I felt like I wasn’t enough. When your own flesh and blood doesn’t think so, what are you left to believe?

I believe Arlo. I believe Hailey.

They believe in me. They want me. They love me, dark side and all.

“Wrap your arms around each other and hold on.” I lift Arlo’s hips before I finish speaking.

His hole glistens with lube, pulsing and begging for me. I line my dick up with his entrance and push into his heat.

The three of us groan as one, and I’m done waiting. I’m done holding back. “I’m going to fill you with my cum, Arlo, and you’re going to fill our siren sunshine.”

I grip her hips with one hand, Arlo’s thigh with the other, and rock her on the spike of Arlo’s dick while I pound his ass.

Their breathing and the slap of our bodies send me reeling too soon. Control is at the tips of my fingers and slipping further and further away. I spit on Hailey’s exposed rosette and shove my finger in her ass.

“Fuck me!” she screams and lifts her head.

“Hota!” Arlo lifts one hand and reaches for me. I lever over him as much as I can with Hailey between us.

Our eyes meet. So much is said without a word, just as for so long so much was given without a touch. He grips my nape with one hand and drives his heels into my back.

I lose all semblance of myself in the rut, in his eyes, and in Hailey’s cries. I’m soaring, hitting the ceiling and crashing through to a plane I didn’t know existed. Where love and lust and dreams collide. Where everything I’ve never known to want is in my arms.

Arlo is the last to come with a cry and a scream to the stars.

We collapse into a heap of arms and legs and stay the way we’ll be forever if we all get what we want.

I love Crave.

Yes, it’s a sex club. It’s also a place people go to lose themselves, and in doing so, they often find themselves along the way.

Nuzzling closer between two hot chests, I wish Crave had an overnight option. The last thing I want to do is move. I’m pretty sure Arlo passed out thirty minutes ago, showing just how exhausted and at peace he is.

Hota’s hand has yet to cease its back and forth, alternating between my arm and Arlo’s. He kisses my nape, then slips out of bed.

I groan, missing his warmth already.

Moments later, his weight dips the bed. His hand slides along my thigh.

“Already?” I perk, tired but definitely interested.

“You wish.” His quiet laugh is damn endearing.

“True,” I admit.

He slips a warm washcloth between my legs while he runs sweet kisses over my shoulder. “We need to leave soon.”

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