Page 69 of Hard to Judge

“Yes, Hailey. I will.” His words filter into the phone. Before I can ask what she wants, he slips his dick into my mouth. My lips seal over his girth and form an unforgiving suction. He groans. “That’s it, Hota. Suck me good.”

His musk and salt hit my tongue. Whatever part of the brain that lights up when you eat dessert shoots fucking fireworksthrough my skull. I moan and bob on his length, reveling in the silk of his skin and the relentless steel underneath. I swallow him down more greedily than I would a vintage bourbon.

“Holy fuck.” His hands lace in my hair. His hips pump, using me. “You look so strong on your knees for me. Your mouth, fuck.”

He pulls out and breathes through his nose. “Don’t move.”

With a quick turn, he whips the headset off his head and hits a button on the phone. Hailey’s high-pitched cries echo in the office.

My hand goes to my dick, rubbing through my slacks. “Fuck yes.”

“Listening to the two of you…” She gasps through the line. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, and you’re just getting started.” Her breath stutters. “I hate to cum and go, but I have a client in ten. I have to wash my hands and grab a new pair of panties.

“Thank you, Hailey,” Arlo purrs.

“Thank you two. Now, enjoy.” The line goes dead.

Arlo ends the call and faces me. His stiff cock points toward the sky.

My heart falters.

Is this my lesson? Don’t get caught up third wheeling for a couple ’cause you’ll leave with your dick ready to explode and your heart in your throat?

“On the sofa, pants around your ankles, now,” Arlo barks.

My mouth gapes.

His teeth snag his lower lip. “That part is over for now,” he says, staring at my mouth. “Unless you’re ready to swallow my load so soon.”

Yes.

No.

Fuck, I’m not ready for this to be over. So, no.

I shove to my feet and stalk to one of the sofas at the other end of his office. My head spins. “What about Hailey?”

“What about her?”

I sit and try to rein in my huffing breaths. “She’s not here or on the phone. Isn’t she going to…” I shove my hands through my tousled hair. “I don’t know, get upset about this?”

“Did she sound upset on the phone?” He walks toward me, pants still around his hips, slowly working his hand up and down his shaft.

“No.”

“What did she say right before she hung up?” One brow hitches.

“Enjoy.” I groan.

“I plan to. Now, cock out before I get it out myself.”

I fumble with my belt like I’ve never used one before. “I don’t know the ground rules for this situation.”

“They’re simple.” He kicks my feet wide and steps between them.

“Simple?” I huff, staring at his dick.

“Yes, Hotaru.” The use of my whole name draws my gaze up to his. Gone is the strain in his jaw. His lids are hooded, and dangerous desire rolls off him in waves. “Whatever we want can go on between any of us at any time. Me and her. Me and you. You and her. All of us together.”

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