Page 38 of Hard to Judge

A heady sense of power seeps through my veins. It’s like wielding Zeus’s fucking lightning bolt. I squeeze the girth in my fist, relieved that my fingertips meet. I can barely get them around my cock, but Hota has at least two inches of length on me and seven titanium bars.

His skin is so smooth. It’s silkier than I remember as I run my hand up his ridiculous span. He’s bigger than we were at boarding school in every way. So am I. The balled ends of his bars rub against my palm and the creases of my knuckles.

“Fuck.” Hota groans.

“Fuck is right,” Hailey hisses. “I’ve never seen a Jacob’s ladder in real life.” Half of her lower lip snags on her teeth. “What is that?” she asks, looking at his fat tip and the curved bar running through it with two large balls on either end.

“Apadravya.” Hota’s teeth clamp together.

“Does it hurt?” I ask, toying with the two ends.

“So fucking good.”

I don’t know if he means it hurts him so good or someone else. I’ve seen it before, of course, but never this close. And I’ve never… Oh fuck, I’m touching Hota. I’m touching him a lot. More than he asked for.

“What do you want?” I beg, desperate to know. My mouth waters, no sign of fear for miles. Only want. Only churning desire.

“Suck my dick, Hailey,” he orders.

Disappointment and a hint of relief war inside my belly.

My siren leans forward. She kisses my wrist gently and moves her lips to Hota’s base. Her silky kiss drags over the ribbed underside of his cock.

A groan rumbles in my chest. It’s echoed in Hota’s while Hailey sighs.

“Arlo?” I blink him into view, his beautiful and haunted face. “Use your fingers. Make her come. I want her dripping down your arms. And you don’t come until I say.”

“Oh god,” Hailey mews.

“Do you want that, siren?” I lean forward and whisper in her ear. “Do you want that monster in your throat and my fingers in your pussy? You want me needy?”

“Yes.” Her lips are already wet and open. Her eyes glitter with want. “Yes. Fuck yes. Hota, hold it for me, please? Or give me my hands.”

“No hands.” He growls, grabbing the base of his cock and angling it for Hailey.

She licks her lips, then spits on the tip.

The sounds that come out of Hota curl my fucking toes.

Then my siren slides her lips over his pierced crown. Inch by devastating inch, she works him inside her slick heat.

A moan slips between her lips and his flesh as she swallows him down only an inch off his pelvis.

Hota’s teeth flash white. His fingers dig into the leather, but he keeps carefully and perfectly still. I hate it. I want his hands in her hair, his hips plowing, and his control shredded. I need to hear his moans, his bliss, his walls coming down.

Hailey slips off his length and drags in several breaths while she laves his head, and then she dives back down.

“Fuck yes, siren. Swallow him good.” I slip one hand in her hair, urging her forward. The other goes to her distended throat.

I can feel his insane inches down her esophagus. The head. The bars. The girth. I give it a gentle squeeze.

“Jesus fuck,” Hota hisses.

My perfect girl gags, her whole body jerking, but she doesn’t move. No, she moans a heady plea. Her hips work the air, desperate for more.

I pull her off him, drag her face to mine, and lick the edges of her mouth, slick with her spit and his precum.

Hota groans.

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