Six fifty-five on Friday night. Lounging with Jay on the couch, she studied the clock with annoying regularity. What were theoretical physicists doing if not developing ways to control time? She’d build the damn mechanism herself—six fifty-six—if they’d tell her what materials would make haste possible.
“Nervous?”
“He kicked us out of the bedroom.” Half an hour ago. No subs in the bedroom until Henry commanded them. He’d disappeared inside, and now it was four—no, three—minutes to seven. “What do you think he’s doing in there?”
Jay shrugged and reached for her feet.
She yanked her legs back from the tickling threat.
He launched from the other end of the couch and sprawled atop her. Heavy and warm, in his thin T-shirt and soft sweats, he exuded the woodsy freshness of his post-work shower. “Something that’ll make us very happy?”
“An excellent guess.” As the clock hit seven, Henry emerged from the hall. “Certainly one in line with my intent.”
Jay scrambled off her, and the two of them sat in near-synchronicity. Backs straight. Shoulders squared. Postures begging Henry to look and not find them wanting as he ran through their safeword ritual. Paradox, how the simple exchange persuaded waves of calm and excitement to coexist. Calming nerves, exciting arousal. Their nights created the safest, most thrilling space in her life.
“Alice, do you recall the night you first wore the Velcro cuffs?”
“Of course.” As if she’d forget.
“Seeing how they worked beforehand helped, did it not?” A stern and forbidding master standing over them, he raised a single eyebrow. “Not only for your sense of safety, but for your curiosity—your desire to understand the how and why of the physical mechanism.”
“Yes, Henry.” Restraints on the menu? Rolling her wrist against the couch cushion, she replayed the sense memory of soft interior padding and the frisson of excitement from the exterior scratching the sheets.
Beside her, his posture stiff, Jay rubbed his pinky and ring fingers against his pant leg. His confidence needed rebuilding, and restraints could trigger a setback. His reaction—
Henry cleared his throat.
His time. He’d take Jay’s needs into account without her overanalyzing.
“It’s less distracting when you comprehend the purpose and the mechanics, isn’t that right? Less time spent categorizing the how and more spent enjoying the act.”
True. She loved him for shutting off her mind, suspending her in a moment without making her anxious or somehow lesser for needing the freedom he provided.
He pierced her with his sincere green gaze. “I’ve been deficient in my approach to anal sex with you, Alice, and for that I apologize.”
Wrong. Beyond patient, he’d waited months for her to request more than the barest touch. And then he’d been tender and understanding of her failure.
“I’ve focused on encouraging your curiosity, engaging your adventurous and competitive desires. But your difficulty last week showed me my error.”
Henry, make a mistake. She scoffed in silence. A dominant partner who apologized and admitted his errors without hesitation had to be uncommon if not rare. Logic insisted others enjoyed similar relationships, but emotion declared only Henry—and emotion beat in time with her heart.
These moments quelled her doubts and wondering over how the hell she’d ended up granting a man so much control. He never assumed his every action was correct because he’d been the one to do it. Following his own ethical code, he listened to her and to Jay, and he made things right when he believed he’d missed a step.
“I haven’t let you see enough.” Lifting her hands, he delivered a comforting squeeze. “Your observable data is limited to a single successful example, one in which your role was minimal.”
Valentine’s Day. Until then, her window on her lovers’ relationship had offered a view confined to how she fit into it. And in the month since the club disaster, since she’d moved in, Henry had restricted his games with Jay to hands and mouths. No intercourse.
Of course. He’d orchestrated distance for Jay. Granting him time to expel the pain and anger at the source, in the room where he’d been assaulted, had opened him to greater acceptance of himself and Henry’s love.
“We’ll correct the oversight tonight. For that, we’ll need an experienced volunteer to demonstrate.” With one incremental turn she hastily copied, he put a sunny smile on Jay’s face. “You’ll receive the lion’s share of attention tonight, my boy.” Henry all but purred his promise. “Do you feel up to the challenge?”
“Yes, Henry. Thank you.” Control lay beyond Jay, his voice vibrating as he bobbed his agreement. “I’ll be a good boy for you and Alice.”
For her. Not merely for Henry. Jay wanted her approval, to be her beloved pet and sit at her feet as he’d done after tea. His easy acceptance allowed their roles to shift fluidly. Henry held absolute control, but her power, and Jay’s, depended on intuition. In sensing each other’s needs, they stepped forward or fell back to maintain harmonic balance.
“I’m certain you will. No intestinal issues that might interfere with playtime?” Even-toned, Henry made the question routine. Only he could turn you won’t shit the bed, will you? into a loving, tender inquiry.
One she worried about. Unlikely, but not impossible—and God, what a humiliating nightmare. The possibility clenched her ass shut.
Smirking, Jay shook his head. “Clean as a whistle. No fullness, no discomfort, and you know I showered when I got home, so no bike sweat, either.”
She’d have to learn his lack of embarrassment if she intended to be as open and naturally submissive. Nothing Henry asked meant to humiliate them, only to benefit them. And they’d given him a perfect right to the answers.
“Come along to the bedroom, then, my dears.” He pulled her to her feet as Jay bounced to his. “We have a full agenda.”
* * * *
A vast expanse of emptiness, the bed lay bare down to the fitted sheet. The velvet wall bench stood near the foot, pressed into service as a sideboard. The appetizers—toys small and large, metal and glass, in shapes way more complex than her all-but-retired bullet vibe—sure as hell looked filling. A half-dozen, lined up to Henry’s exacting standards, shared space with condoms, lube, and the assorted contents of his nightstand.
“Did you set this up like a lab space to”—mmm, Henry’d stripped Jay while she’d taken inventory—“make me more comfortable?”
“Certainly.” He patted Jay’s ass. “Up on the bed.”
Jay scrambled up, all long limbs and tanned skin. One sexy fucking addition to her design kit. With his sweet smile and toned muscles, he’d distract her from her what-the-hell-am-I-doing nerves.
“Anything worth doing is worth doing properly, is it not? Your education is worth doing.” Strong and unyielding, Henry uncovered her inch by inch. “And our delightful demonstration model—”
Sprawled on his side, Jay waved in a quasi-salute.
“—is worth more than simply doing.”
“Worth loving.” Naked, she stood in the circle of Henry’s arms.
“That he is.” He blessed her lips with a kiss. “Go and join him, please. We’ll want him on his back for your first lesson.” With her hands clasped between his, he kissed the tips. “Map your model.”
Wriggly and glowing, Jay rubbed the sheets. “Yeah, come check me out. I’m mappable.”
She crawled up the bed and nudged him onto his back. Kneeling over him on all fours, she traced the peaceful, rounded slopes of his shoulders and masculine, blunt-cornered planes of his chest.
Heat bumped her thigh. In lifting his hips—ah, at some silent request from Henry, who slipped a towel beneath—he rubbed his cock against her. Bare skin flashed in the gap between them. Nude Henry.
She feathered Jay with kisses from his forehead to his jaw. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Submitting to her fumbling went above and beyond. “I’ll do my best to learn fast.”
Lips clamped, he muffled a chortle.
“What’s—”
Henry swept in around her waist and reeled her backward. “You’ll do your best to learn slow.”
She bounced on her ass, in an awkward pile in his lap. Christ, her heart drummed through her chest. With one playful, commanding, unexpected move, Henry had her begging for him.
“You and Jay are familiar enough with fast.” Chuckling, he nestled her between his thighs. “So eager to explore new places.” His cock needled her back as he settled her how he wanted her. “To conquer new challenges.”
He tapped Jay’s knees, and their lover bent his legs. Pushing inward, Henry took her along for the ride. “You’ve a lovely mind for mechanics, Alice.”
They formed a narrow V, legs outstretched, with Jay snuggling his feet under their calves. Reinforced cross braces, they’d cushion his squirming, god-that’s-fucking-fantastic tension.
“Let’s put it to use.” Henry massaged her fingers from base to tip. “We’ll begin with these.”
Toes curling, Jay wiggled his hips.
From the bench behind them, Henry produced the lube bottle, a condom, and cotton balls. The cotton went inside the unrolled condom. If this lesson included an art project, the grading had better be pass/fail. Folding her fingers, Henry left only the middle extended and promptly sheathed her in latex.
What the hell? Condoms as a birth control backup, sure, hopefully not for much longer, but not for this, not when Henry didn’t. Jay might believe she didn’t want to touch him.
“I’m not squeamish.” She deserved to be an equal, dammit. She shared the same intimate connection with Jay. “I want—”
“It’s not about what you want, Alice.” Holding her motionless, Henry deepened his voice to a professorial growl. “You’ll obey me, or you won’t play this game.” The lube bottle hung suspended in his other hand, ready to coat her jury-rigged raincoat. “Choose.”
The fire in her blood cooled. No rushing. No forcing. Not a competition. When Henry slapped a dominant card on the table, his reasons never involved denying her or Jay intimacy or bonding. Swallowing her objections, she flexed her finger. “I’ll obey, Henry.”
“Good girl.” He nuzzled her cheek. “Thank you.”
Despite Henry’s care, stray drops fell to the towel and his fingers grew shiny as he slicked lube over her condom and Jay’s curves. When he guided her between Jay’s cheeks, she alone stayed dry and disconnected.
Shivering, Jay wriggled farther under her calves.
Henry brushed her face with his knuckles. “Play.” With faint grazes and slow circles, he made her breath stutter. “Like this.”
Slipping and skipping, the condom gave her no feedback from Jay. Her clumsy hand blocked her view. Jesus Christ, she didn’t come close to copying Henry’s fluttering. She’d never shift Jay’s encouraging smile into overwhelming pleasure.
Henry, drawing his knuckles up her cheekbone and teasing her ear, managed to give her tingling joy with no trouble. “How do you feel?”
“Like I’m inching down icy back-roads during a blizzard in a rear-wheel drive coupe.” Fuck. She owed Jay a massive apology. Henry might as well banish her from the damned bedroom.
Thundering like an avalanche, Jay unleashed a torrent of chuckles. “Sorry,” he gasped between fits, clutching his stomach. “Sorry, Henry.” He snorted. “I’ve always wanted to shoot snowflakes.”
Yeah, wanted it so bad the firmness had run screaming from his cock.
“All’s well. No need for apologies.” Henry strong-armed her around the waist. “Nor from you, my frustrated doubter.”
“But I’m failing.” She flailed her useless floppy-sack finger. “My fumbling is boring Jay to death.”
“Are you kidding?” Propping himself on his forearms, Jay dug his feet back under her. “You’ve got all your attention focused on me.” He launched his melty chocolate puppy-dog stare. “Nothing better. Do it again?”
“You aren’t failing, Alice. You’re learning.” Leading her back to Jay, Henry kissed her shoulder, his lips soft and warm. “You’ve encountered a difficulty.” He nipped, quick and sharp, and soothed her with his tongue. “You have tools and knowledge to ease the way. This is your opportunity to ask.”
His brilliant problem-solver. Mystified, more like. “I can’t judge how much pressure I’m stroking with.” Maybe sharing their experience was the point. “Is sex really this foggy with one of these on?”
Shrugging, Jay showed off his sexy abs. “I’ve never tried one on my finger. Or stuffed with cotton. Sounds itchy.”
Unfairly singled out. Great. “Then how come I have to?”
“You’re allowing frustration to distract you.” Nudging her head to head, Henry cracked the icy, paralyzing confusion encasing her. “You believe this”—he squeezed her finger—“is a punishment.”
“No, you have a reason. I know that.” But with her attitude, she’d treated him like a petty man who’d punish her for months of condoms. Unattractive, unkind, self-centered Alice. Ugh. “An important one, because you made the game contingent on accepting the condition.”
“Two, actually, but a reasonable deduction.” Henry spread their hands wide on Jay’s thighs. “What do your fingers have that mine lack, sweet girl?”
Henry’s fingers surpassed hers in every measure—longer, thicker, better manicured—“My nails.” Hers extended past her fingers. “They’re too long and sharp.”
“Two lovely pets are reason enough for me to tend mine with care.” Humming, Henry interlinked their fingers. “The cotton and covering owe nothing to squeamishness or hygiene. They are, as you surmise, a safety measure.”
As he dragged her fingers down Jay’s thigh, pale pink lines erupted on the creamy skin hidden by his bike shorts all day.
Sighing, Jay pushed closer.
“Despite his well-muscled, enticing exterior, our Jay is delicate inside.” Henry cupped their hands around Jay’s balls. “We don’t wish to risk a scratch.”
Jay’s soft skin and fuzzy hair tickled her palm. Cocks twitched above her fingers and against her back.
Jay waggled his ass. “Hear that? Muscled and enticing, Alice.” Sexy and cute, too, with a devastating grin. “I’m worth bundled-up cotton-finger.”
“You are, but I could cut my nails.” She wouldn’t miss them. They’d grow back. Or she could adopt Henry’s regimen. “Now.”
Henry tsked. “Ah, but you’d still have to wear protection for the second reason.”
Tipping back, she found solid support on his shoulder. “Which is?”
“Practice.” He kissed her forehead. “Toys are neither a finger nor a cock, and we’ve several of Jay’s favorites to try in your hands tonight. When you wield one, will you feel sensation at the tip? Will you know how rough, how fast, how hard?”
“No.” Not without wireless hookups, pressure sensors, and software. She’d gain knowledge through experience, the way Henry—of course. Henry had mapped her pleasure centers, her likes and dislikes, and taught her and Jay to play in tune. “Only Jay can tell me what he needs.”
“Exquisite.” Henry captured her mouth. Delving inside, twining their tongues, he stroked her breathless. “Tell him what you’re doing, Alice. Talk to him.”
Craft a scene the way Henry did, hold Jay spellbound with her voice and bring him to climax. Easy. Right.
In dark eyes and expectant brows, Jay offered a wealth of trust. He cocked his head, and a stray lock of hair tumbled across his forehead.
Oh God. All of his faith, aimed at her. She buried her face in Henry’s neck. “What if I can’t? What if I say the wrong thing?”
“What will help you most in this moment?” Henry matched her plaintive whispers with a strong rumble. “What do you want?”
“I want to”—feel in control, but how—“see what I’m doing.” Not hurt Jay or disappoint Henry. “Run a simulation.” A hundred.
“Good. Identifying your desire and locating the proper tool will bring the fulfillment you seek.” He placed his finger at her lips in a silent shush. With his opposite hand, and hers, he massaged Jay’s ass. “Such tight beauty, round and firm, deserves appreciation.”
Legs bending almost double, Jay rocked into their caress.
“Yet it obstructs my view of another beauty. One I would claim with fullness and depth.” Henry skated his fingers through the lube coating Jay. “Would you enjoy that, Jay?”
“Yes, please.” Ending on a whimper, Jay unfolded his elbows and dropped to the sheets.
“Then you’ll hold yourself open for us.” Deep notes transformed Henry from coaxing questioner to demanding dominant. “Present yourself. Show Alice where you most want her touch.”
Jay slapped his hands to his ass and spread his cheeks. Lube laid a shining path for her. He flexed, flashing pink.
Henry doused the tip of her swaddled finger. At this rate, she’d use the whole lube bottle before she got up her courage. She traced Jay with steady pressure, circling his faint thrusts. Pushing toward her, that’s how he created his rhythm. An anti-Kegel. “Is this my invitation?”
Exhaling, he stuttered. “Uh-huh.” His cock twitched, well on the road to hard again. “Ready when you are.”
She’d hurt Jay with her incompetence. She wouldn’t like it. She wouldn’t be able to get him off this way. She’d—
“Small steps.” Henry steadied her shaking hand. “The finished design will show itself in time. Push when he does.” As the tip slipped inside, Henry guided her in a slow thrust. “Jay understands your need to study each component. You please him with your care and attention.”
Jay squeezed her in the vise of his body. Just to the middle of her finger, the second knuckle, but solid. Throbbing. Her heartbeat or his, drawing her deeper.
“You are not being judged,” Henry whispered. “Shall I forbid you to judge yourself?”
The pressure popped. She tumbled forward to the last knuckle, her loose fist sliding on excess lube slicking his skin.
Groaning, cock waving flaglike over his abs, Jay gripped his ass.
Her heart thundered. “Am I hurting you?”
“Not hurting.” Jay laughed. He clamped down with powerful muscles.
Jesus. As he pushed and pulled, she bobbed in the current.
“You’re in control.” Startling, a revision of her mental map. She wouldn’t be powerless and in pain, either. Henry would never use her that way, but stray fears clung like cobwebs.
“When I wanna be. Told you it doesn’t hurt.” As he relaxed, he freed her to move. “But you gotta want to let someone in. You choose to surrender.”
“Well said.” Pumping Jay’s cock, Henry wrung loose a happy whine. “That trust cannot be rushed, and it does not arise from the head.” He settled his hand on hers. “For now, explore.”
At each Jay-wiggle, she grew bolder, testing every masturbatory trick she used herself.
Jay, laughing, invented his own hot and cold rating scale. “Neighbor. Friend. Friendlier. Partner. Friend.”
“Is thrusting better?” She drew back. Jay liked Henry’s power. She’d have to deliver despite having less mass.
Henry encircled her wrist before she could pull free. “Stay within the place you’ve made for yourself.” He nudged her into a slow spin, drilling forward. “You see how he surges toward you?”
“Thrusting’s good. I like thrusting.” Rocking, Jay set the bed in motion and moaned with her moves.
Hell yes better. She developed a clockwise twist deeper, a counterclockwise twist shallower. Eyeing the tightening in his balls, she picked up her pace.
“More.” Jay flexed his hips and drove himself against her. “Please.”
Grinding accomplished nothing. Her finger didn’t reach farther. Faster, she could do. More stymied her.
“So eager he is to seek pleasure.” Tugging her backward, Henry rolled the condom down. His quick work snuggled her index and middle fingers together, double-sizing her makeshift cock. “So eager to be the center of your understanding.”
“Gonna give you two, stud.” Share what she was doing, check. Ask for what she needed—“Push for me. Show me you want me inside.”
His effort overcame cotton and latex, the pressure more familiar, her awareness better attuned. She slipped in with patient ease. Double-fucking-tight.
Bouncing his ass in rhythm, Jay gripped her on every pullback. He curled his toes into the mattress. His cock swelled. “Please,” he chanted, his begging mixed with vibrato breaths and tenor whimpers. “Please, Alice.”
“Do you hear the changing tones of his need?” In the shadow of Jay’s thigh, Henry extended two fingers, mimed turning his hand palm up, and gestured in a come-hither motion. “Listen to the roughening timbre. The wild swing in pitch.”
She copied the slow swivel and stroked upward. A smooth bump rolled under her touch.
Cock jerking, Jay jammed himself toward her.
Henry caressed her arms, an infusion of strength and confidence. “Take his pleasure as your tuning fork.”
Fingers firm, she rubbed the gentle curve with persistent repetition. Memorized the placement. The spot where guy-magic happened.
“I need, fuck, I need to come.” Jay arched off the bed, his thighs straining. “Can’t wait. Please. Please.”
“Come, Jay.” This storm surged at her direction. In two fingers, she held the power to command him. “Come for me.”
He shuddered and groaned. His cock leapt. A white arc surged over his chest and spattered his neck. A second splashed his sternum. The third pooled above his navel. He lay painted with his climax and gasping for breath, all because of her.
No blizzard-blind fumbling. She’d built a fucking hydroelectric dam connecting her to Jay with high-voltage wires, and the controls lived inside her. She’d even short-circuited the bedroom lights. Dim, with new fuzzy halos.
“Breathe.”
Her chest heaved at Henry’s command. Her lungs rejoiced. Fuck, no wonder she’d gotten lightheaded. Shivering, she giggled. “I did it.” She’d put the stunned grin on Jay’s face and the triumphant streaks on his chest and belly. “I did it.”
“Hell yeah you did.” Propped on his elbows, Jay scanned himself to her buried fingers and blew her a kiss. “You fucked me good.”
Cock thumping her back, Henry clenched her thighs with surprising force. His low growl vibrated through his chest and pushed into her. “Magnificent.”
A violent surge of desire overloaded her. With the raw strength of his ownership, he cut her imagination loose sure as if he’d toppled her and fucked her across Jay’s chest.
“You’ve pleased me, both of you, with your patience and courage.” Henry lifted his hands, and the color rushed back under her skin.
He kept encouraging her in this powerful direction. Nothing matched the thrill and the sober responsibility of cradling Jay’s trust and happiness in her hands—or the exhilaration of choosing the right route.
“Yoo-hoo, Alice. You aced the lesson.” Stretching with puppyish abandon, Jay levered his feet and waggled her legs. “Good thing. Not surprising.”
The lesson went beyond cutting loose her subconscious fears about anal sex. Jay’s pleasures weren’t the only ones exposed to her here.
Head shaking, Jay laughed. “She’s got subspace face. Dom-space face?”
Henry had given her a firsthand, guided tour through his emotions as their dominant. This brilliant flash of heat and accomplishment, this slow-burning contentment flowing in after, he’d shown her in the only way she’d appreciate.
“Success can be surprising when our girl underestimates her readiness for deeper understanding.” Henry kissed the back of her head as he helped ease her fingers free. “You’re her first, and firsts are a breeding ground for creativity, invention, and revision.”
Settling down, Jay cupped his hands behind his head with ostentatious flair. “I’m a great first.”
She graduated to washcloth duty, bathing her Jay-slate clean from shoulders to balls. “You were fantastic.”
“You’re having fun, right?” Jay cradled her in a loose hug, tapping her back with excess energy. “I want this to be good for you. Whatever’s got you worried or weirded out up here”—he nudged her forehead—“when you’re trying to receive down here”—and squeezed her ass—“you can ask or test.”
“I’m good now.” In a lazy sweep, she wiped a nonexistent splash of ejaculate from his jaw. “I like this game.” She invaded his mouth, her kiss weighted and dragging and molasses-sweet. He tasted of submission and satisfaction. God, Henry must love that flavor on them. “A lot.”
Jay’s low whine chased her. Eyes closed, he grew a teeth-baring grin.
“And I love putting that sexy fucking smirk on your face.”
His eyes widened, and he wriggled taller, pressing his shoulders back. “I’m your stunt double.”
Henry corralled her and hauled her into his lap. “Let’s find you both another pleasurable challenge.”
At Henry’s direction, Jay rolled onto his stomach and hugged a stack of towel-draped pillows. The height propped his ass and bent his legs.
Henry passed her a clear glass toy from the bench. The weighty cone shape resembled a Christmas tree on a stand.
Measured against her fingers, the toy came out on top by less than an inch. More girth, yeah, but nowhere near what her lovers carried around in their shorts. “Kind of stubby, isn’t it?”
Jay snorted.
“You wound me.” Henry pressed their gathered hands to her heart. “Have I ever failed to satisfy?”
Hell no. “You’re a lot bigger than this is.”
He tickled her ribs, chasing her as she squirmed away. “You’ll appreciate small in due time.”
“I’d appreciate small.” Drumming his feet on her, Jay wiggled his ass. “I’m super appreciative.”
“We’ll have you hard again soon enough.” With a heavy massage, Henry pushed him into the pillows. “I’ve plans for you.”
Jay stopped grinding. “Thank you, Henry.”
“Starting small is a retraining exercise.” Henry poured lube over the glass toy and her cupped palm. “A reminder of how pleasure builds and grows.”
“We’re gonna run out of lube.” Especially if he meant to use every item on the bench.
“Should the two of you empty a bottle a night in play, I would judge it well spent.” He slicked her fingers and the toy’s tip. “You will never upset me by using more than needed.”
Practicing what he’d taught her, she eased forward. Tingles traveled to her toes gripping the bedsheet. Jay’s reward for his patience with her playtime might include Henry as the main event. “This is a warm-up.”
Jay pressed back, taking the full depth with a low sigh.
“Mm-hmm.” Outlining the wide circle base, Henry teased Jay where curved glass met soft skin. “Stretching is beneficial—and enjoyable. Isn’t that so?”
The plug dipped and jumped. Jay worked fantastic fucking muscles, pumping divots in the sides of his ass and flexing against his lovers. “I’m an exercise fiend. I love this workout.”
Too tempting. She elevator-button-pressed the toy’s base.
Groaning, Jay dug his knees in and lifted toward her.
In doggy-style, that’d be her plea for Henry to fuck her harder. “You want thrusting?”
“God yeah.” Jay dropped his head. “I want it, please.”
“Not with this toy.” Henry stayed her hand. “Jay, you’ve a wonderful opportunity to help educate your playmate.” Twisting, he fluttered his fingers over the remaining toys on the bench. “List three activities you enjoy while wearing your plug.”
“Only three?” Jay shot a sexy smirk over his shoulder. “Doing chores. This baby’s how Henry convinced me dusting was a necessity.”
Henry set a slender steel dildo and the lube between her legs. Taking over her massage, he stroked Jay from knee hollows to ass curves.
“All that bending and reaching?” Jay sighed with heavy appreciation. “Dust needs to happen faster.”
She got hands-on lubing the toy, a heavy sphere below an elongated ellipsoid shaft. An exclamation point, held straight up by the ball end.
“We’ll find more uses for your bending and reaching talents.” Henry clamped down on Jay’s perfect cheeks. “I do so enjoy supervising. A second?”
Pushing toward Henry, Jay whimpered. “Waiting—you haven’t loved waiting pose until you’ve done it with the weight of a plug in your ass.”
“One more, please.”
As Henry wiggled the glass handle, Jay tightened his feet into iron bands across the tops of her thighs. “Having this in your ass and Henry in your throat is amazing, especially when he won’t let you touch yourself.”
A glimpse of her future, watching and partaking. Slippery rivers of lube flowed into a friction-reducing cushion to protect Jay from the metal warming in her hands. Ready for her training and his pleasure.
“My dick’s in stiff-breeze mode then. You could breathe from across the room and I’d come.”
“Well done.” Humming, Henry freed the plug. “Your enthusiasm fills our Alice as easily as your toys fill you.” Glass toy deposited on the bench, Henry adjusted her grip on its steel cousin. “You’ll have the thrusting you desire as your reward.”
They slipped the toy home together. Wrapped around her, Henry controlled the speed and power of their thrusts—slow and easy.
With a feline arch in his back and a whine in his throat, Jay dragged his face along the sheet. Tensing and relaxing in turn, he formed ripples in his long muscles as if he’d slam toward them given the chance.
Heavy-handed, Henry petted one flexing thigh. “With words, if you can. Will you speak up for Alice? You’ve quite enthralled her.”
“Me?” Jay shimmied, speeding their thrusts and whimpering as they dug their knuckles into his cheeks. “I, yeah, I want her—” He shuddered. “Fuck, deep and short, please.” He sucked in a hard breath. “I want her to feel all of this.”
“You look amazing.” Best damn sales pitch ever. Guided by Henry, she traded long strokes for short ones. Staying deep, she upped her pace. Metal gleamed, the lube lending a colored sheen.
“Define the this you wish her to feel.” Henry slipped under her and rolled Jay’s balls against the stacked pillows.
Shaking, Jay groaned. “Intense. Intensity. Perfect gear, muscles fluid, lungs burning, gonna be so fucking good to summit—”
“Lift up and show me your cock.”
Jay jolted his hips in the air.
Her thrusting ceased. “God, he’s gorgeous.”
He hung stiff and bobbing, gravity coaxing a bead of pre-come into a dangling thread. The thick ridge running up his underside made a tempting target.
“He is. An exquisite muse.” Intercepting her as she reached for Jay without conscious control, Henry rubbed his thumb in her palm. “One more toy tonight, but you’ll have to share.”
A toy for her. Small suddenly sounded delightful.
Jay uttered a light fuck-me-now whimper. “I love sharing.”
Easing the steel free left Jay exposing a wider ring of deep pink, open and flexing. The final toy curved in a shallow arc with five glass spheres of increasing diameter above a looping handle. Henry shoved the pillows aside.
Cock swinging like a compass seeking north, Jay accepted each globe with a low sigh and stretch.
Henry pressed a condom into her palm. An extra two fingers alongside the toy would be more than a stretch. Cupping between her legs, he tugged her folds. “Open.”
Fuck yes. The condom slipped. She clamped the packet at the last second. With shaking hands, she tore the foil.
“Turn over.”
Her?
No—Jay flopped on his back, arms and legs spread, cock proud and straining over his stomach. The toy’s looping handle grazed his balls.
“Wrap him up, sweet girl.” Kissing her throat, shrouding her in his hot breath, Henry thumbed her clit. “He comes with his own toy attached. One you have a fondness for, if I’m not mistaken.”
“Not mistaken.” She planted her hand alongside Jay. Wrapping his cock had one reason—putting him inside her. “I’d call fond an understatement.”
Jay thumped his stomach. No hands. She’d primed him for maximum pleasure. Adorable wrinkles gone, he’d turned plum dark and ripe.
“You’ve both accomplished a great deal.” Henry parted her with slow sweeps. “To help you retain your newfound knowledge, we’d best let the material”—he drove his finger into her—“sink in.”
Aching need registered in a flash of heat. As she’d focused on Jay, on learning and comparing, hoping she’d unlock the secrets of fantastic anal sex, her body had grown restless. Rivers of lube had nothing on her readiness.
Unrelenting, Henry pumped and rubbed, slicking her clit.
She hung her head, hair dangling and flowing over Jay. He rippled his abs beneath her. Beyond Jay’s covered cock and lean thighs, Henry fucked her on his fingers.
Fucking beautiful hands he had, swift and sure, attached to a brilliant, intuitive man who loved her. Tension compressed her into a ball, the collapsing star driving toward one energetic burst.
Henry swept free and left her hugging the edge.
“Please.” Grappling with hunger for Jay, she developed a rattling voice. “Please, Henry.”
“Up on your knees. Straddle Jay. Face me.”
The room spun as she scrambled. Jay’s earthy-eyed lust and worship burned like an afterimage in tandem with Henry’s stern, heavy stare.
Squeezing Jay’s base, Henry tilted him upright. “Claim him, Alice.”
She sank, shaking and sliding, taking ownership of Jay as she swallowed his hard flesh.
Whimpering, he dug into the mattress. No wonder, if he’d gotten as close as she had. Strung tight with need, they waited on Henry’s permission.
“Your patience and enthusiasm have been a delight, my boy. I’m so pleased with you.” Flattening one hand to her belly, Henry hovered at her clit. “You needn’t hold back. Touch our girl all you like.”
In a jackrabbit leap, Jay launched them together. Fondling his way up her ribs, he cupped her breasts.
Henry dropped pressure on her clit, his thumb an insistent demand. “Ride.”
She rode hard and Jay matched her, his balls swaying across the glass handle. He defined perpetual motion, mapping her skin with his fidgety impulses. Cracks let starlight through where he touched her, where Henry touched her.
“Need—” She gulped for air. No oxygen, not here in deep space. “Gonna—” Just elemental forces goading her to—
“Come.”
Her star exploded. One low demand shattered her and radiated shock waves.
Henry grabbed her chin and tilted her head. “Watch.” He pulled the handle between Jay’s legs.
Groaning, Jay bucked like a goddamn bronco as each bead emerged.
She clung to him with bent legs, struggling for purchase, slapping her hands on his sides behind her.
Jay thrust wild. Gluing his hands to her hips, he hauled her down to meet him.
A command performance. The hard, fast fucking she sometimes begged Henry for. God, what a reward. The scattered debris field of her exploding star reassembled and shook loose again with Jay’s final thrusts. She sagged, panting and spent.
Henry pushed her backward, and Jay caught her. Their labored breathing filled the room. Praising them with reassuring caresses, Henry existed everywhere at once, spreading the excited electrons of dominance. He rolled them on their sides, straightened her cramping legs, and cradled her as Jay pulled out. He stripped and discarded the condom. He peeled them apart, finally, as breathing came easier and her heart rate slowed. Sweat and silicone lube made them all damp and slick.
“On your back.” Planting kisses, Henry drew a line down Jay’s throat. “Knees up.”
As Jay followed directions, Henry rocked back on his heels. He stroked his cock in a loose-fingered grip. He’d hardened watching them. As solid as the toys, but longer. Thicker. The spreading lube brightened his erection.
Jay hip-bumped her, eagerness writ in his broad smile despite his sleeping cock.
Nodding toward the toy bench, Henry positioned himself at Jay’s entrance. “All of that beauty is in service to this beauty. Relaxation, stretching, and comfort to permit this pleasure.”
He slid into Jay, slow but unceasing. Inevitable for Jay to sheathe him. Inevitable the green sea, dark and intense, deepening his stare. Inevitable the whimpering submission in return, Jay beautiful with his slack jaw and bared neck.
Toys enhanced playtime, but neither metal nor glass nor leather matched their boundless love. For that, they needed only each other. Sated and content, she snuggled beside Jay.
Henry took Jay with unhurried, serene strokes. “You remember this part, don’t you, my loves?”
Valentine’s.
Curling his arm around her, Jay kissed her forehead. “I’m glad you stayed. Glad you’re still staying.”
“Me too.” Hypnotic, the slide of Henry into Jay and the tender, unguarded gaze he pinned on them both. The doubts of four months ago rang like echoes of another life. “I was so frightened of my own happiness. Now I can’t imagine being unhappy here.”
She traced Jay along the sexy fucking vee cutting a line through his abdomen. She’d kept her distance that night. Believed these intimacies off-limits. Look but don’t touch.
But fuck, the two of them in motion. Kneeling with his knees spread wide, Henry supported Jay in between, lifting his ass off the bed. He hugged Jay’s upthrust legs and stroked his thighs. He pumped with life, love, and the promise of forever.
Even Jay’s cock, pulsing with definite interest but sluggish response, understood that truth. He’d come hard with her, but three times on a play night was his norm. Maybe he’d like help. On Valentine’s, she’d shoved the idle fantasy aside.
Henry laid his hand on hers, the two of them covering Jay’s hip. “You sound as though you want something.”
Breathy moans flowed beneath his deep calm. Her breathy moans. She snapped her mouth shut. Damn, now she’d denied him the pleasure of her enjoyment. Gathering courage, she licked her lips. “What I wanted in February but was too nervous to ask for.”
“Oh?” Henry turned the full force of his expectant gaze on her.
Ask, and it shall be given you. Whatever creed Henry lived by, that rule slotted near the top of the hierarchy.
“I want Jay in my mouth while you’re making love to him.”
As Jay gasped, Henry’s smooth rhythm stuttered. “Washcloth first.” He resumed thrusting at a slower pace. “A fresh palate deserves a fresh palette.”
Her cotton massage carried away traces of latex and spermicide. Nothing but Jay-skin and Jay-musk for her. Extending her tongue, she descended.
He arched his back, straining toward her. His intermittent whimpers fluttered in his abs beneath her cheek.
Lying on his stomach, she lapped at his cock. Good God, the view.
Jay twitched and grew, his cock filling out his soft skin. His balls swayed in time with Henry’s rhythm. Inches away, Henry sank and emerged, over and over, veins like fractal patterns squiggling under his surface. Beautiful.
She slipped her mouth around Jay. He’d gotten too long for lapping, unless she intended to move back. Fuck no.
Henry’s quickening thrusts pushed Jay into her. Not a blowjob—Henry making love to both of them. He lacked Jay’s muscle definition, but his abs showed now, rolling and flexing to drive him deeper. Rocking with Henry’s power, Jay became an unstable platform. Her hair tumbled into her eyes.
Henry swept the strands back in his fist. “So lovely.” Strain deepened his baritone into growling bass. “The both of you.” He leaned over them, his thrusts rapid and abbreviated, a jolting rhythm. “Together. Exquisite. Mine.”
His bellow vibrated in her bones. Three hard thrusts, and on the third Jay joined him. Almost nothing left to give, but he pulsed and jerked all the same, eager to deliver in the midst of Henry’s climax. She swallowed with primal satisfaction.