Page 40 of Hard to Judge

Around my fingers, Hota whimpers.

She shifts to kneel in front of me. I grab her by the neck and position my mouth over hers.

Our kiss is a mess, and I drink it down. I drink Hota through Hailey. Her approving moans vibrate against my lips.

Hota turns his head. My fingers slip from his mouth. I lick the edges of Hailey’s mouth clean, then look at my guy.

His eyes are wide. His chest is bound with tension that shouldn’t be there after he drained himself in Hailey.

He stuffs his still-hard cock into his pants, zips them, and then launches from the chair, heading for the door.

“Hotaru!” I bark.

“I have to go,” he says, without slowing or even looking over his shoulder.

I shift to go after him, but Hailey lays her head on my shoulder. “He’s overwhelmed.”

Yeah. Me too. In the best possible way.

At least I was, right up until the front door slams.

“Are you kidding me?” I snarl at my dick. The goddamned thing will not take a hint. After going to sleep with it rock hard, I woke humping my mattress. A cold shower later and I’m still saluting the sky.

My nipples are so tight, I could cut my way out of the shower. Hell, my teeth chatter and goose bumps litter my skin.

“Fuck.” I grab the conditioner, squirt some into my palm, and grab my icicle. Only it’s not cold at all. It’s hot and ready. One stroke and I groan.

My eyes shut, and I’m back in Arlo’s living room with my wildest dreams at my feet and around my cock. I can still feel his hand on me, shuttling up and down my length. Then there’s Hailey’s impossibly deep throat and her moans.

“Yes. Fuck.” My desire echoes off the large glass enclosure, smacking me in the face.

I think of Arlo’s face, his determination to drive me abso-fucking-lutely insane. He drank my fucking cum.

“Shit.” That’s it. I’m on fire. Pleasure burns its way through my veins. My balls tingle, and I shoot stream after stream downthe drain. I imagine Arlo and Hailey with their tongues out, taking it, begging for more. “Fuck."

I bury my face in the frigid torrent of the shower, praying for a moment's peace. My fucking brain decides to catch up with my body and torment me with the sorrowful sound of Arlo’s voice as he called after me.

“Dammit.” I turn off the shower, step out, and dry off.

I have one leg and my hair left to do when my buzzer screams.

“On fucking Christmas?” I bellow.

Then my stomach lurches. It can only be one person.

Well, two now.

I wasn’t ready to jerk off to thoughts of them. I’m certainly not ready to face them or my desperate need to believe this is real, that this could be more than a big fucking mistake.

Sure, Arlo was hard up last night and totally into it, but he was also scared. No matter his bravado, I could see it in his eyes right up until he demanded Hailey give him my cum. There was no reservation left in him then, just want.

It scared me.

The thought of actually having everything you ever wanted is enough to level anyone. When you’ve wanted it for as long as I have, the prospect of having it is terrifying. Once you have it, it can be taken away.

And that is worse.

I dry the rest of my body, and the buzzer hollers once more. Tucking the towel around my waist, I head for the door.

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