Healing the Wounds (18 page)

“No, Henry.” Jay’s quick glance held a nervous edge.

Did he think she’d freak out? Hell, after the bastard’s offer to fuck her face, she might, so maybe Jay had the right idea. No guy welcomed a crazy woman’s teeth so close to his most treasured appendage.

“The two of you are going to play a game for me, my dears.” Henry stacked the pillows and lay back against them, his sprawled legs an enticement demanding her attention.

“Jay will be the bold, fearless leader, and Alice will be his lovely little copycat.” Henry’s cock lay soft, relaxed, amid the short-trimmed pale brown hair between his thighs.

“Be sure to explain yourself as you go, my boy. Hands and mouths only.” Henry crossed his arms behind his head. “You may have…we’ll say thirty minutes, shall we? Thirty minutes to play with my cock as you like.”

She exchanged a glance with Jay. He squared his shoulders, reached over, and took her hand in a confident squeeze. She forced her expression to seriousness despite her desire to giggle at his intensity.

“If I come more quickly than that, you’ll have earned praise rather than penalties. A reward afterward. I trust you both understand the rules?”

Months ago, she’d imagined asking Jay for blowjob tips. And here was Henry, offering a teacher for her training, easing her concerns and giving Jay a task to shore up his faltering confidence.

“We understand, Henry.” Jay answered for the both of them.

She’d watched Henry pleasure Jay twice in the last week. Commandingly so, both times. No way Jay would show her
that—
a dominant performance—and she trusted Henry to keep things relaxed.

“I’ll leave you to it, then.” He wanted this to go well. Of course he did. To banish any lingering panic in her. “Your time starts…now.”

Lying on his side, Jay hugged Henry’s leg like a full-body pillow and rested his head on Henry’s hip. She hurried to mirror him, curling her leg over Henry’s, pressing her palm to the inside of his thigh, her eyes aligned with Jay’s.

His tongue came out, flicking his upper lip. She copied his movement.

He laughed. “Sorry. Thinking. I like to get the whole picture first. Like checking a map, knowing where everything is so you’re not locked into a bad route when the GPS doesn’t know a street’s one way or closed for construction.” He pinched his lips together. “Sorry, that maybe doesn’t make sense.”

“No, no, a survey. I get it.” She slid her cheek along the smooth skin over Henry’s hip bone. Fuck if she’d let Jay drown without throwing him a line. He’d rise to the challenge of being in charge. If he looked at things geographically, spatially, that wasn’t so different from her own structural paradigm. “You’re logging a status update and a menu of options.”

Jay grinned. “You do understand.” He moved in closer, nose trailing along the crease of Henry’s thigh, inhalations loud and deep as he rubbed Henry’s twitching cock with his nose and cheek. “Gotta get a feel for where we are…the scent…the muscle tension…the taste.”

With his lips wrapped around Henry’s cock, he gave a quick suck, down to the base and back in two seconds, no more. He waited, his eyes on her.

She belatedly remembered her role. Jay’s mouth on Henry’s cock was enough to throw anyone off their game. Kicking back and enjoying the show for the next thirty minutes appealed.

But she took a deep breath and followed Jay’s example, nuzzling and caressing, tension melting away. Henry’s cock was a treat, not a threat. His scent alone prompted a throbbing pulse between her legs. The man’s smell seemed perfectly calibrated to attract every cell in her body. Jay’s sweeter musk stirred a mix of arousal and the desire to cuddle him. But Henry’s scent…she’d crawl over broken glass to fuck him. A soft bed, a mostly still soft cock fitting entirely in her mouth, yeah. Better. Much better.

Henry hummed a few bars. Something she didn’t recognize, but he sounded happy. Good so far.

Jay teased his fingers along the inside of Henry’s thigh and cradled his balls. Firm pressure, not a tentative touch. He knew the line between pleasurable and stop-right-fucking-now. She’d always erred on the side of caution and hesitance.

Hand cupped beneath Henry’s balls, Jay massaged in a beckoning motion and encouraged her to copy him. He covered her hand, tightening up, and the grip felt…solid. The sort she’d use to squeeze her breasts while masturbating. A testable hypothesis, if she set up an experiment to measure grip strength and—

“Earth to Alice.”

Oops. “Sorry, coach.”

“See, you get too focused, you forget the bigger picture.” Jay shot her his cockiest grin. “And the picture’s getting bigger by the minute.”

She choked on a laugh. Henry had hardened under their handling, his cock thick and expanding, lifting away from his body.

Jay released her hand, sliding his own up to grip the shaft at the base. He squeezed, once, without real motion, and Henry’s humming developed a slight hitch.

“Once things are well in hand”—Jay waggled his eyebrows, and she groaned dramatically—“a little combo action sets the pace. Sometimes it’s a leisurely ride on a two-lane road. Sometimes it’s a wild drop down a mountain trail.”

She smirked. “Got it. Sometimes you’re melting tin, and sometimes you’re cranking the furnace for carbon steel.”

“If you say so. What I know about steel is it’s a little heavy but it gives a great ride.” He closed his mouth over the head of Henry’s cock and sank down to the edge of his grip. He bobbed, his hand loosely following his mouth up and bringing lubrication back down. “A little straight up and down to start. No sense wasting your best moves. You gotta hold a little something back in case there’s a long climb on the trail.”

“Stoke the flames, keep that heat intensity right below melting.” Copying Jay, she kept her hand loose and her mouth all lips and no tongue, adding her own lubrication. She held Henry’s absolute attention, his eyes dark and fixed on their playground, throaty groans leaking from his closed mouth. “You were saying?”

“A little twist. Like you’ve hit a switchback. Zig, zag, pedaling hard.” Jay moved his tongue like a wave, an upward roll, and covered Henry’s cock. Hand gliding in a half-circle, he stroked toward the head, mouth popping off every time, tongue flicking out before coming down again.

Henry arched his hips as they switched control. She and Jay drew closer, straddling his legs, their weight holding him in place. The hair on his legs brushed her breasts and sex, a spur for her growing arousal. Blowing Henry in concert with Jay got a foreplay thumbs-up from her pussy.

She added the hand twist, the mouth pop, the tongue flick, every step as Jay had done.

Henry’s cock swelled, the tip deep purple.

She shared a grin with Jay as he guided their hands back to Henry’s balls, drawn tighter against his body and coaxing a low growl from him when squeezed.

“Race you—”

She nodded. Oh hells yes.

“—to the finish line?”

They set to work, tongues twining up the shaft, worrying at the head, backing off in turns to allow each other to engulf as much as they could. Less for her than Jay, but she’d ask for a lesson in that sometime, too.

Henry’s rumbling growl proved her only warning as she pulled back, ready to cede ground to Jay’s quick tongue. Heat splashed her cheeks, her chin, her neck with sudden swiftness. Surprise turned into giggles.

Jay cleaned off Henry’s cock with a long pull and grinned at her. “You, uh, got a little something.”

She pushed down her giggles. “Do I?”

“Don’t worry. I got it.” He waited for her nod, laid his tongue to her cheek, and bathed her in long strokes. Tipping her head back encouraged him to shift his attention to her neck.

“Delightful, the pair of you,” Henry murmured. “And in under thirty minutes. You’ll have to have a reward for such excellent work.”

They wriggled up the bed and burrowed on either side of Henry as he brought his arms up and embraced them. Deep kisses for them both, entirely indifferent to, or enjoying, his salty musk on their tongues.

“Henry?”

“Yes, my dear girl?”

“Thank you for not, I mean, for trusting—just, thank you. And Jay, too.” Lifting her head, she smirked at him across Henry’s chest. “You’re fun to play follow the leader with, stud.”

Jay dusted his knuckles on Henry’s chest and blew them off in a puff of air. “That’s what all the ladies say.”

“All the ladies?” She raised a what’s-this-about eyebrow.

“Well, just the one. But she’s the only lady I love.”

She savored the warmth in her chest. Didn’t blink back the tingle crawling along the edge of her eyes.

“So that makes her all of ’em, right, Henry?”

He hummed and ruffled Jay’s hair. “Exactly right.”

They loved her, and she loved them. No reason not to let herself feel the depth of their love, even when the feeling seemed bottomless.

Henry had let them play without interference or guidance. A no-pressure blowjob, because if she’d spooked, Jay could’ve finished. Her responsibility ended with herself. Which was nice, but…

She drew random shapes on Henry’s chest and shoulder, fingers following no map. For all the control he exercised over them, he never treated them like toys to be teased and laughed over. A set of genitals to fuck. They’d been less considerate of his needs. Selfish.

“You aren’t a toy to me, either, Henry,” she blurted.

Jay’s blank stare greeted her. “I missed something. What conversation is Alice having?”

Lifting her chin, Henry caught her gaze. “Your playful behavior was entirely in keeping with the exercise, sweet girl.” He stroked her cheek and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. “My own pleasure was beside the point, though a beautiful bonus. Your comfort, and Jay’s, are of far more interest to me.”

“But don’t you ever want anything for yourself?”

“For now, I’d like to watch the two of you play.” Henry cupped Jay’s chin in his other hand. “As a reward for your lovely leadership, my boy, you may pick a position.”

“Alice on top.” No thought required, from the speed of his answer.

Henry smiled. “Because you wish to lie back and let her do the work?” he teased.

Jay shook his head.

If Henry wanted playful, she’d do playful. “Because sex is like riding a bicycle, and you’re the closest thing to a bike in this room?”

Jay burst out laughing. “I need to watch Alice ride a bike sometime. She’s fantastic at sex, so it’s gotta be cycling that confuses her.”

She rolled up and over Henry and straddled Jay’s thighs, hands on his chest, pushing him flat to the mattress as she started a rolling rhythm with her hips.

“I do a lot of pumping.” She pitched her voice high and innocent. Pushed her hips down harder. “Am I doing it wrong?”

A slow shake, Jay’s head moving though his gaze stayed fixed on her hips. Or, rather, what lay between them. He swallowed. His cock hardened in little jumps.

Power held the edge of addiction, the rush spinning in her blood.

His stomach twitched when the condom packet landed. A gift from Henry.

Four hands reached. Hers got there first. She sheathed Jay in latex with a steady stroke. He swept his hands up her legs from knees to hips and tugged.

“Not so fast, stud.” Leaning forward, she rested her forearms on his chest. Lifted her ass and shimmied. “I gotta get to know my ride.”

Jay pushed against her knees, his hips thrusting at the air between them.

A low rumble to her left swallowed his tiny whimper.

Henry had rolled up on his side. Stretching, he ran his hand down her back, shoulders to ass. She shuddered under his touch, sinful satisfaction begging him to stay a while.

“Our girl always manages to find the most inviting poses.”

She’d meant to be playful. Like riding a bike. Legs pumping up and down. Ass swaying side to side. Bent low. She pressed closer to Jay, breasts firm against his chest. Pussy thumping in rhythm with her heartbeat and brushing over his gift-wrapped cock with each repetition.

Henry’s fingers danced along the base of her spine. He traced the cleft between her cheeks with faint pressure.

The touch goosed her hips forward.

He hummed. “I doubt she yet realizes the depth of the temptation she presents.”

Inviting. Temptation. With Henry lying at their sides, so close a single swift motion could bring him to his knees behind her. Where his fingers—

She dipped her head and sucked in a breath, body rippling against Jay’s from where their foreheads touched to her toes curling alongside his thighs. Memory gave her the sensation of Henry covering her, his weight along her back, as easily as the present gave her the taut leanness of Jay’s body beneath hers, his cock hard and waiting. She fumbled between them, aligning him in milliseconds and dropping her body onto his.

Jay’s breath echoed hers. He squeezed his eyes shut. “I dunno, I think she gets it pretty well.”

A fast slide, slick and open. Filled, now. But not as filled as she could be. Not as filled as her movements and her body tempted Henry to make her. Christ. The idea had taken root in her head, and she couldn’t make it leave. Excitement or fear, either way adrenaline dumped into her system.

“She’s a quick study, my boy. As are you.”

He was?

“I am?” Jay panted out the question. Fingers splayed across her thighs, he fired his hips at her fast pace. Thumbs thudding like the bass line in a dance mix, he delivered a steady stroke to her clit, over and over. They moved to the beat together.

“Do you know why I so enjoy watching the two of you play?”

“Love.” They’d answered together. She peppered Jay’s face with kisses. Getting closer. The tightness pulled at her, every muscle responding to her unspoken demand, to the galloping rhythm eager to send them soaring.

Henry chuckled. “Yes, that, always. But more than that, my dear ones.” Nuzzling close, he kissed Jay’s neck where her hands had migrated, where she gripped the tense cords of muscle running up from his shoulders. “You’ve become so beautifully in tune. I’ve no worries when I place you in each other’s hands.”

His breath warmed her skin as he coaxed a whimper from Jay.