Finding Their Balance (14 page)

“Her decision opens the doors for much more spontaneity in our life together.”

Spontaneity. Her cue. Gripping Jay at his base, she raised up and swallowed his flared head. Not quite inside, but rubbing. Close enough for him to whimper every time she tugged. She fingered her clit with her free hand.

Dancing in her other hand, Jay flexed his thighs between hers. Clever, eager man. Too big an outward nudge and she’d slide right down.

They’d agreed Jay would be quick, even after coming at the table. No way he wouldn’t be with this enticement. Avoiding any whiff of failure on his part meant priming her to climax almost as soon as he filled her.

“Our girl’s slick, smooth heat surrounded me with nothing between us. She’ll brand you, my boy.” Henry sent his deep, low promise shivering along her skin. “Here is your home.” His hum quieted Jay. “Our home.”

Burying him, she throbbed on the edge. Jay groaned and bucked deeper. She slapped her hands to his sides and went for a speedy ride.

“Magnificent creatures,” Henry murmured. “The beauty of powerful thighs. The thumping of racing hearts.”

Oh God. Desire surged. Jay’s chest heaved with his breaths.

“Naked but for my gifts. Both bound to me. Mine.”

She shook with pressure beyond her capacity to contain. “Please,” she mouthed, and Jay mirrored her. “Please.”

“Come for me, my dear ones.”

Jay pulsed, bathing her with heat. She collapsed on him in a shaking heap, their hips joined.

* * * *

Snuggled closer than a blanket, she breathed in rich, musky Jay-scent. “How ya doin’, stud?” Snaking her fingers through his hair, she waggled his head.

Grinning, he bumped her nose. “Best first time ever.”

“You feel amazing. I’m gonna keep you right here.” With her squeeze, she drew a thrusting reply raising her up. Shame to make the bedsheet the lone witness to his tight, muscled ass bench-pressing her weight. “Mm-hmm. My new Jay-accessory. Goes with all of my outfits.”

Her running patter and praise gave Henry time to unsnap the straps from Jay’s cuffs. Letting him keep the snug wristbands would be victory enough. Henry refused to tie him down with a masculine presence at his back. No argument from her.

As Jay pressed up, she ground down. Inevitable she’d lose him eventually, but for now a controlled clench kept him inside.

He swung an arm toward her waist and halted an inch away. “Wha…”

“Startle yourself?” Freedom always came as a surprise to her, too. She kissed him with soothing persistence. “It’s okay. You can touch me now. Ask Henry.”

“Henry?” Any wider, and Jay’s eyes’d be fit to burst. “I—I did it.” With shuddering breaths, he vibrated his whole body and a good bit of hers. “I didn’t have to stop.” Tipping his chin, he just missed clocking her as he stared between them. “I’m—everything’s—safe.”

“Completely safe, my brave boy.” Pants discarded, Henry sat with his hip near their heads. “And such a delicious conduit of pleasure for Alice.”

Naked Henry. Yum. The power dynamics of a dressed Henry in the bedroom sent her soaring, but he’d decided to remove as many reminders of trauma as possible. No contest. Crafting the best experience for Jay remained paramount.

Squeezing him settled bittersweet heaviness in her chest. Too soft to hold soon, no matter how she ached to grip him forever.

Jay laughed and squirmed. His cuffs dragged on her thighs. Mmm. Her turn next.

“Share what’s delighted you so, my comedian.” With rapt attention, Henry traced Jay from ear tip to jawline.

“Alice is tickling my balls.”

“Say what?” She tapped his shoulders. “Doing no such thing, goof.”

“Yeah-huh.” Pulling up his legs, he cradled her ass with his thighs. His smirk signaled he’d converted to post-orgasmic euphoric scamp mode. “You’re all slippery and wet and warm. Like caramel sauce on a sundae.”

Henry laughed. Hard, not a polite chuckle but a full-out head-back shoulder-shaking laugh. Beautiful and deep.

“Newsflash, buster,” she whispered. “That sauce tickling your sundae comes courtesy of you, too, you know. We’re swirled like the gooey-melty spoonfuls at the bottom of the bowl.”

Moaning, Jay licked his lips. Oh God. She’d unleashed the dessert fiend.

“Convenient, as I’ve a use for your bounteous supply.” Henry unfolded his hand and raised a green circle between his thumb and index finger. Jay’s cock ring.

Mouth hanging open, Jay convulsed in a rolling shudder. Oh yeah. Thought he’d finished for the night, the gifts unwrapped, the toys put away. Nope. More pleasure to give and receive.

“You got my presents.” She swallowed her sigh and let him slip free. Nudging his thighs apart, she knelt between. “But Henry saved the best for last.”

“Better than everything so far?” Jay zeroed in on the ring with single-minded attention. Bondage he craved. “Gonna hafta be incredible.”

Flaccid and gleaming, Jay displayed adorable wrinkles. Henry cupped the whole package with possessive strength. “My boy knows who owns him.”

Abdominals tensing, Jay bobbed his head with spring-loaded repetition. Not tied down, but sure as hell bound. Anticipation remained an aphrodisiac with qualities she’d only begun to catalog.

“He takes pride in his service, as he should.” Circling the flared ridge below the head of Jay’s cock, Henry molded Jay to his thumb. “He will rise to the occasion when the time comes.”

With his smooth push, Jay’s balls descended through the basic band of darkest jade. The polished stone’s inner surface bore an inscription there and gone, Henry too quick and the engraving too distant. Jay’s cock squeezed through last, malleable and slick with their climax.

“Good boy.” As Henry patted Jay’s cock, glowy-eyed Jay stretched and preened. “How easily my ownership slides over you when you’ve been prepared with careful thoroughness.” Leaning across Jay, Henry kissed her cheek. “Our boy is properly attired for his final gift of the night, and you’ve earned a reward for excellent performance.”

Her heart leapt. Advance knowledge didn’t make the confirmation any less exciting. If anything, knowing increased her anticipation and made her wet with waiting. “Thank you, Henry.”

He tugged the bright stainless steel rings dangling from her forearm sleeves. “Jay.” His soft call roused instant attention from their basking boy. “Atop the dresser lies a short tie Alice would very much like to have. Fetch it for her, please.”

No need to specify which dresser. The best goodies came from the bureau between the windows. Jay trotted over with a wiggle in his ass. Taking advantage of the cock ring’s added weight to play. She would. No cock, though.

“You’re entertaining naughty thoughts.” Henry enwrapped her and twirled like a dancer dipping his partner. “The darling puckering of your breasts tells me so.” He laid her into warmth, Jay’s heat clinging to the sheet. “What has captured your imagination?”

Nestled in proof of Jay’s bravery, sheltered beneath Henry, she tasted the idea on her tongue. “Clamps.”

His possessive growl shuddered through her and stopped Jay in his tracks. Bending close, Henry breathed against her neck. “A bold adventurer is an unceasing delight.” He nipped her earlobe, his sharp pinch soothed by his tongue. “The dangling weight appeals?”

“Mm-hmm.” Trust him to read her mind. Or her inability to resist peeking at Jay as he bounced toward the bed.

“Here?” Henry tweaked her nipple, swirled down her stomach, and tugged her labia. “Or here?”

“Either.” She squirmed under his fingering. “Both.” As he flicked her clit, her hips jumped without permission. “Ahh—I don’t know.”

“Then we’ll find out together some night, shall we?” He sealed her
yes
with a kiss. Sitting up, he beckoned Jay closer.

Jay bounded onto the bed, rocking the mattress but landing in a controlled knee-slide inches from her side. Perfect waiting pose, the requested toy lying across his open hands.

She had to laugh. “You’re such a fucking beautiful show-off.”

Head bowed, Jay shot her a smirktastic grin below dancing eyes.

Henry cupped Jay’s chin. “Exuberance pours from you as a mighty waterfall, splashing us all with your joy. I hardly knew what a desert I inhabited before your lush waters brought new life.” In his silky smooth baritone, Henry carried a gruff undertone. “I’m so very pleased with you. You nurture my soul, dearest boy.”

Jay sucked in his breath.

Rapid blinks held her sympathetic tears at bay but did nothing to stem the flood of love.

“Th-thank you, Henry.” Wide-eyed and trembling, his voice shaking, Jay clutched the leather. “I brought you this.” He thrust his arms forward. “For Alice.”

“So you did.” With his soft smile, Henry promised he’d recognized Jay’s emotional overload. “If you give that to me—” He coaxed open Jay’s clenched fingers and retrieved the tie. “You may lie beside our girl and snuggle. Her lovely breasts look to need warming.”

He swooped in and captured Jay. Angled jaws and rounded lips merged. Beauty in motion, Henry taught a master class in fluid dynamics with his mouth. Jay’s tremors shook themselves out, yielding to Henry’s persistent calm.

“Yes, you’re more than up to the task.” Grazing Jay’s hip with a long-fingered slide, he nodded. “Go on.”

Jay curled at her side with catlike grace. Mild headbutting nudged her arm from his path. Clasping his shoulders, she played with the wispy hair at the nape of his neck. These moments. Jay, calm and cuddly. Henry, powerful and confident. Give her these moments, and every care fell away.

Kneeling beside her, Henry stretched the strap taut. Eight inches long, and no give in the dark leather. Take away the metal lobster snaps at each end, and the strap could’ve been pulled from her flogger.

“Raise your arms for me, Alice.” He vibrated his voice at her frequency, a tuning fork for her arousal.

Clit fluttering, she stroked the knobby headboard spindles. In her tipped-back view, he worked upside down. His growing erection hung over her chest. If Jay peeled himself from her breasts and swiveled, he’d have Henry in his mouth in a hot second.

“You’re licking your lips,” Henry murmured. “Always thinking.”

Her shoulders dug into the mattress as she lifted her head. Jay’s weight held her down. God, if only Henry’d lean in a smidge.

“Always chasing”—
snap-snap
went the lobster hooks, and a devilish curve took hold of Henry’s lips—“the thing just out of reach.”

Leather looped the headboard and attached to her sleeve rings. He’d limited her grasp to the thick wood, the smooth leather, and the slippery fitted sheet curving around the mattress. The strap’s stitched edges offered rough contrast under her thumbs.

Henry laid his hands overtop. “Wiggle for me.”

She full-body shimmied on the sheet.

“Competitive minx.” Smiling, he squeezed her fingers. “Wanting to play the comedian with Jay’s fine example.”

Moaning, Jay abandoned one breast for the other. After the heat of his mouth, the cooler air stung wet flesh. In sprawling, he pinned her and pressed his twitching cock to her thigh. Good to go three times a night. Henry never missed on a prediction about Jay’s responses. Hell, he intended the ring less as an erection aid and more as a claim and a method to keep Jay from blowing his stack the second he realized what a lucky man he’d be.

“You caught me.” Aiming for sultry, she succeeded, by the flicker in Henry’s eyes. “Always wanting to go farther.” She wiggled her fingers in his grip. “Always safe in your hands.”

As Henry led her through the safeword ritual, she kept her answers short and sweet, confident and excited for Jay. Latched at her breast, he’d take her responses to heart. Freedom and responsibility shared a bed with her. Each a unique delight.

Henry sealed the ritual with a kiss. Gentle graze growing possessive, he gripped her hair in one hand while with his tongue he promised pleasure her body begged for.

She succumbed. Ceased pushing and accepted what he chose to give. Released the moan building in her throat. Spread her legs and rocked against Jay’s muscled thigh.

“Good girl.” Henry nuzzled her cheeks. “We want our Alice eager to be filled.” He sat back on his haunches beside her, his cock hard and the tip shining. “As eager as my good boy often is.”

Tugging, Jay stretched her nipple until she popped free in a rush.

Henry laid his hand on Jay’s back. “The birthday boy deserves to be the center of attention at his party, don’t you think?”

“Yes, please.” Eyes gleaming, Jay thrust his hardening cock against her. Either every pulse stiffening him burned her, or she’d developed a sympathetic reaction throb. “Please, Henry. I waited like a good boy.”

“You’ve been patient a very long time, waiting for the woman who loves us both to enter our lives. The one you are safe enough to be your true self with.” Squeezing his ass, Henry prompted another thrust.

In mid-whimper, Jay glanced her way.

She waved, leather pulling her wrists. Nothing to fear or be ashamed of. If not for her, not for him, either. “Love you, stud.”

“Alice and I want to share you between us.” As Jay beat an eager-footed tattoo on the mattress, Henry liberated a bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer. “A fantasy you entrusted to me long ago.”

An unfulfilled one, in Henry’s telling. Their lovemaking beside her on Valentine’s had been more meaningful than she’d known.

“I haven’t forgotten, my boy. Not a single one.”

The first time Jay’d relaxed enough to let Henry penetrate him in front of someone else. The first time he hadn’t frozen or gone limp at the attempt, fear or shame dragging him down.

“I know you’d never forget,” Jay whispered. “You’ve always told me the truth. That I could have what I wanted when I was ready for it.”

Henry thought him ready, or she wouldn’t have gotten the bullet points Wednesday. The reasoning behind his just-in-case alternatives.

“That you’d help me get there. That you love me.” Jay blinked and swallowed. His cock thumped her thigh. “I love you, Henry. I love you, Alice.”

Reassurances in words and kisses spilled from them both, escalating to hot, trembling need. Henry maneuvered Jay between her legs and aligned their bodies. Jay, the cock ring weighing him down, dragged his balls across her with every rock and thrust. Pre-come speckled her belly with warmth.