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Ezra’s bare back and shoulders are lit by the television, muscles flexing smoothly under his skin as he rocks his hips on Arlo’s lap. The darker-haired male is sitting back against the loveseat, gazing up at Ezra like he’s the prettiest thing in the world while he fucks himself on Arlo’s cock.
And, frankly, he kind of is.
My thighs press together of their own free will at the sight and at the feelings, it churns up in my core. They’rehotwhen they’re together. There’s no denying that, or the way that I kind of want to delve a hand between my legs and get myself off as I watch them.
But that would mean admitting to being awake, and I’m not quite there yet.
Ezra lets out a particularly long keening noise, and Arlo’s hand flies up to grip the base of his throat.
“Shhhh, gorgeous boy,” he purrs once more, a chuckle still in his voice. “You’re getting loud again.”
Ezra throws me a look over his shoulder and grins, eyes heavy-lidded and full of lust. “Who the fuck cares?” he laughs. “She’s awake anyway. And she likes what she sees.”
“Icare.” Arlo’s hand tightens, and Ezra whimpers softly. “Because I told you to bequiet. Whether or not Ari is awake.”
“I can go back to sleep?” I offer, knowing that I cannot, in fact, do anything like that.
“Nah, don’t go back to sleep,” Arlo laughs. “He’s too pretty not to appreciate. Just like you are.” My stomach twists at the compliment, but my eyes are still on Ezra. “You want to be gorgeous for her, don’t you, Ezra?”
The green-eyed psychopath nods jerkily, his hips speeding up against Arlo’s lap. I’ve never seen him so…submissive. Though I’ve been told before that he’s a switch.
Arlo reaches up to dig a nail into the skin under his nipple, and I see Ezra shudder at the pain of it.
“Tell her how much you like my cock,” Arlo orders in the same husky voice he’d used on me atThe Den.
“I fuckingloveyour cock.” Ezra amends, “It’s such a good cock, really. Shall I count the ways–”
“No, you shall not.” Arlo’s hand slides down to grip Ezra’s hips, where he digs his nails in as hard as he can. “You’re getting lazy. And you don’t deserve to come if you don’t dobetter, Ezra.” When I shift again on the sofa, deaf to the sound of murder on the TV, Arlo’s gaze switches to mine, and he smiles. “If you want to touch yourself, do it,” he invites. “He’ll like it if you do.”
“I’ll so like it,” Ezra echoes, leaning forward so he can brace himself on the sofa and work himself on Arlo’s cock faster while his partner does very little other than helping him to stay seated with his hands on Ezra’s body.
It sounds like an invitation to me, and I reach down to slip my fingers into the hem of my pajama pants, glad that I’d brought something comfy instead of trying to lookfancy. It’s so easy to tease my fingers over my clit, over my slit, and dip a finger into myself as I watch Ezra and Arlo.
I don’t have anything to say. Call it grogginess or just how much I like to watch and listen toArlogetting Ezra off, but I’m content to literally just listen to both of their voices that are a counterpoint to one another while I finger myself with first one, then two fingers.
I slow as Ezra’s voice gets a little higher, and Arlo’s hand closes over his cock, jerking him off in time with his hips.
“I’m going to come,” Ezra hisses, back arching as he leans over the sofa and Arlo.
“Are you?” Arlo’s voice holds a teasing note. “Already? You just love my cock that much?”
“Fucking–you know I do,” Ezra grits out, the words accompanied by a whine. He loses his grip on the sofa and falls against Arlo as his partner starts to fuck up into him, promptingmeinto flicking my fingers over my clit faster once again.
“Then come for me,” Arlo encourages. “With your head on my shoulder just like that. Such a good boy for me, Ezra.”
Ezra, honest to God,whimpersand does just as Arlo tells him to. He comes right there, on his lap, and slumps against Arlo with a satisfied sound like a soft purr.
Arlo laughs and sits up straighter, one arm around Ezra as he eases them both into a sitting position. “Verypretty,” he tells him, eyes glimmering. “But I don’t think you’re done yet, do you?”
Ezra murmurs something that sounds indignant and climbs out of Arlo’s lap, just to sit down, naked, between my knees on the sofa I’m on.
I stare at him, perplexed, and the little psychopathgrinsat me. “Move your hand,” he tells me, moving so he can jerk off my loose pants and my underwear beneath them, causing me to yelp in surprise.
“Ezra, you don’t have to–”
“Oh, I know,” he assures me, leaning over me with his mouth close enough to my body that I canfeelhis breath on my stomach. He kisses down the middle of my body until his mouth is just above my clit, and lets out a soft breath. “But I’ve wanted to taste you for a while, and I’m not going to say no when you’re wet from watching me get fucked.” He seems proud of that fact.
His fingers part my slit, suddenly making me feel vulnerable as heat shoots through my body to gather right below where his mouth is.
